Bear in mind, this is from my YA WIP with an emphasis on the IP.
The set up: The MC, Elliot, has been through the wringer after her dream guy Wentz (who she sort of sack-of-trashed two years ago at math camp) walked into her high school cafeteria back in January. Elliot's best frenemy Kelly latched on to him without skipping a beat, but he has since discovered that all that glitters is not platinum blonde. This scene is immediately following a disastrous group outing on their Spring Break getaway.
We arrived back at the cabin at dusk. After our nightmarish afternoon, I craved silence and solitude. I found both at the end of Ben’s boat dock. The fish emerged from the crystal depths of the lake, scavenging for tidbits of evening insects. They darted below the surface when I dipped my toes into the water. After a few minutes, one worked up the courage to come back up. I giggled as it nibbled on my pinky toe then swam away disappointed.
The dock shook as footsteps fell behind me.
“Do you mind company?” Wentz bent down to remove his flip-flops before lowering himself to my side. I looked at his feet and let out a snicker. He had shaved his toes.
“Not at all,” I said, dipping my own toes further into the lake.
“What’s so funny?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I said. But even as I said it, I knew that I was lying. And I realized I was laughing at myself more than him—I actually missed the weird toe hair.
We sat in silence for several more minutes. I noticed that the fish found his feet more appetizing than mine. He pulled them out of the water and scooted back to lie down.
“Tickles,” he explained. I pulled my own feet up and crossed them under me. They’d grown acclimated to the cold of the water, but with the sun setting, the chill set in. An involuntary shiver shook my frame.
“Here,” Wentz said, tossing me his fleece jacket.
He grinned in response before laying back down with his hands behind his head. After a few more moments of calm, a mirthless chuckle escaped his lips.
“What?” I asked.
“It’s nothing. It’s just,” he let out another half laugh, “who would have ever thought that we’d be sitting here now watching the stars come out?”
“Technically, you’re not sitting,” I said in a vain attempt to change the subject. He stretched out catlike to his full length as if to emphasize the fact that he did not give a rat’s heiny about this technicality.
“Hmmm. You’re right. And technically, I don’t think that’s a star. It’s Venus.”
“Or Mars.” I never could keep those two straight.
“No, it’s Venus. She shines brighter,” Wentz said with a surprising level of conviction. But when I looked over at him, he wasn’t staring at the sky. He held my gaze for only a moment before turning his eyes upward.
“Elliot, I’ve actually wanted to talk to you about something. I know that the timing is kind of awkward now, but I need to get a few things cleared up.” He sighed and grabbed his hair in his fists. He didn’t make eye contact during any of his speech.
“I just wanted to make sure that you know that Kelly and I are—”
And that’s when my phone rang. I glanced down and saw it was my mom. Oh, by the hammer of Thor, I wanted to kill her.