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[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo stretched out on the sand, digging her toes and fingers into the warmth. She could lie in the sun forever – and she would have if she didn’t burn; if she just tanned perfectly. If only. The ocean was calling her: the waves washing up against the shore, the sea salt smell in the air, the sound of others splashing around. She certainly enjoyed lying beneath the sun, soaking up the ways. She felt like a cat curled p on a window seat, asleep and purring, warm and cozy.

It made her goldfish twirl angrily, the very idea of being-catlike offensive to her. Cleo laughed out loud, seemingly at nothing. It was this that made her wish she had somebody with her. For a moment longer, Cleo stayed still, looking as if she’d fallen asleep. She sat up soon enough, blinking slowly, letting her eyes adjust to the brightness. She felt warm all over. Normally, her toes were always cold or the tip of her nose chilly. Not now, though. She was perfectly warm and there was sand in her hair and everything was lovely.

All she needed now was a beach buddy. Cleo looked around, trying to find somebody who was on their own. It wasn’t like she could ask to be beach buddies with two people – they were already each other’s beach buddies. Pulling her sunglasses down over her eyes, she glanced over her set up, making sure all her things were hidden at least a bit. She stood and raised her arms to the sky, arching her back and letting out a satisfied moan. Stretching was right up there with sweets and swimming.

Cleo had to find somebody who actually looked like they were enjoying themselves. There was no way her beach buddy could be somebody who was there just to read a book or get a tan. If they weren’t going to play in the ocean with her, she didn’t even want to know them. (Seriously, who even came to the beach if they had no intention of swimming? Jacob being the exception, of course). Cleo stepped lightly across the sand, half-skipping to the water.

It washed up against her feet and she almost squealed; it was the perfect temperature (it could have been forty degrees and Cleo would have called it perfect). Cleo wiggled her toes and looked around again, wondering if maybe her beach buddy would just show up beside her (or close enough for her to start a conversation, anyway). It’d be like fate or destiny or something (yeah, she’d been watching Tangled a lot lately, so what?). Cleo rolled her shoulders and stepped closer to her wonderful ocean, wanting nothing more than to go out for a swim.

[CLEO EVERETT]

Why couldn’t she find any good people to be her beach buddy? This was why she should always make sure to have somebody with her from the start. People didn’t go to the beach alone. Duh. She hadn’t been thinking. For the rest of her beach visits, she’d have to make sure she had a friend to go with her. Cleo sighed and raked her hand through her hair, scrunching up her nose. Did she want to just take to the waves on her own? It certainly wasn’t as fun but when had she ever needed somebody to play in the ocean?

Cleo looked around and back towards her spot on the beach. Then again, she didn’t mind laying in the sun for some more. However, it was then that she noticed a guy about her age. She’d never seen him around school, though, and that was usually where she recognized a lot of people from. Still, that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that it looked like he’d just arrived at the beach and he’d just tossed his stuff down. He’d just left his towel and shoes on the sand before heading straight for the water. That was almost even better than her usual routine.

He’d make a perfect beach buddy. He seemed a lot more eager to get in the ocean than a lot of these people. Without much thought, she approached him, kicking up the water as she walked through it. “Hello!

” She said quite suddenly, smiling up at him. “I’m Cleo.[/color]” She held her hand out for him to shake (why did meeting new people have to always include a handshake?). “How would you like to be my beach buddy for the day?[/color]”

That wasn’t, like, totally weird, was it? Oh, whatever. She didn’t even care if it was. If he said no, she’d probably never see him again after today. No big deal. It would suck so hard, though, if he did say no. Then she’d have to find somebody else or she’d have to go into the ocean on her own. Those options were either time consuming or boring. He seemed nice enough and, besides, how could anybody say no to her? She was Cleo Everett: sweet and friendly with the prettiest hair ever.

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[CLEO EVERETT]

For a very long moment, Cleo just stared up at him, not saying anything. Had she heard him right? Or was she in a particular accent hearing mood, and so her brain was making it sound like he had one? Or did he really have an accent? She must have been going crazy. It was the ocean. Yeah, probably. She hadn’t been in so long and so it was getting back at her by making her seem totally nuts. Thankfully, she didn’t actually say anything out loud like “do you really have an accent?

” because God know—HAD SHE JUST SAID THAT OUT LOUD?

Her cheeks nearly matched her hair. “Ohmygod, I’m so sorry. That was… like, really stupid of me. … W-wow.[/color]” Shaking her head, Cleo wrung her hands together, looking out towards the sea. As long as she wasn’t making eye contact, she could get over what an idiot she was. Mostly. Sort of. “It’s nice to meet you too, Zane,[/color]” she said after what seemed like a long enough time to stop being mortified. She’d had to stop fidgeting to shake his hand and now that she had stopped, she did not intend to continue. Dropping her arms to her sides, Cleo looked back at him and shrugged. “Well… I suppose it’s like somebody you…[/color]”

Cleo paused to really figure out what a beach buddy was. She’d never actually thought up a definition for it because she’d never thought somebody would ask. She’d always hoped they would just… go with it. Cleo kicked her feet when the water came in, smiling widely at the feel of it. She needed to get in there now. “Just somebody you hang out with at the beach, I guess.[/color]” Though he wasn’t really saying buddy. Or, at least, it didn’t sound like buddy. She wondered even what sort of accent he must have had. Which one favored the letter V? She couldn’t remember now and she certainly couldn’t be bothered to worry about it.

notes; cleo you are dumb
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