Prompt: a requested continuation of night flight. The last day of vacation spent at the beach. You and Farkle sort out your relationship and how it will change back in New York.
Warnings: none.
Author’s note: I hope you enjoy this, I had lots of schoolwork and homework to do so I hope this is good.
Part one [Here]
Word count: 1195
You closed your eyes as the wind blew passed you. You put your arms up with a giggle rising up your throat. “This is great!” You yelled out. You heard a laugh next to you. You opened your eyes and turned to look at Farkle. He was driving on the mountainside road. The two of you had rented a jeep without a top to feel the nice breeze as you drove.
You saw Farkle look at you with a smile and turn back to the road. You looked out the car to gaze at the endless blue crashing on the rocks below you. After a few days of sightseeing, this day was for some fun at the beach. The water was a clear blue transitioning to a darker blue the deeper in.
You adjusted your hat and played with the hem of the long thin sweater you were wearing to cover your swimsuit. “Hey, Farkle,” you sang, “Are we almost there?”
“Almost. The parking is right around the corner.” And it was. There was 3 cars parked, so there was plenty of space to park. Once the car was parked, you practically jumped out. Farkle got your supplies from the back of the car and you took both of your backpacks.
You met with Farkle in the front of the car. “Ready?” Farkle asked. You chuckled.
“Of course.”
He grabbed your hand and gently pulled you along with him. You let out a laugh as he made his way over to the sand. He let go of your hand as soon as he found a good spot. You laid out a towel as Farkle set up an umbrella. The cooler of water and snacks was set between the two towels you had put down and under the umbrella.
“Come on!” You tilted your head to the water. You take off the sweater to reveal your swimsuit. You walked closer to Farkle to grab his hand. You look up at him, “The ocean calls.”
He squeezes your hand as he places a quick kiss on your cheek. “Then we answer.” The both of you walk to the edge of the water. You wiggle your toes in the sand as the water rises to your ankles. “Do you think the tide will get closer to us. We’re close to the water.” Farkle questions.
“We’ll have to find out right.” You walk closer and look down at your feet. The water was to your shins. “I think we should make something…” you trail off in thought of what to do.
“Sandcastle!” You say. You go back to the sand and sit on the ground. Farkle takes a seat next to you. “We should make a moat, then the castle in the middle of course.” You begin to dig a big circle. Farkle starts with the castle.
The making of the castle was a bit challenging but it was fun and so was the conversation with Farkle. He was naming facts of kings and queens. You listened with interest and with a smile as Farkle kept talking about history with a twinkle in his eyes.
The sun was setting making the sky light up with the familiar oranges and pinks. The waves themselves reflected the changes. You were on the beach towel that you and Farkle had set up but only one was being used. Farkle kept on saying how he was so far away even though you could touch his hand without even stretching your hand all the way out.
He joined you on your towel without too much protest from you. You had your head on his chest and he had his chin on your head. “You know (Y/N), you’ve been the best thing to happen to me this vacation.” Farkle’s heartbeat quickened as he said that. You could hear it, but he couldn’t hear how your heartbeat did too. You pull away to look up at those dark blue eyes you’ve grown to become a fond of. The depth captured in them, it set your brain to mush.
“You are too. The best part of this vacation,” You agreed. You bit your lip and broke your gaze from Farkle. “But I keep thinking of after.” He took you chin with his fingers, it was like a feather, soft and light, and lifted it so you could meet his eyes.
“I don’t want for you to just be a part of this vacation (Y/N),” He moved his thumb in a circular motion, Up your jaw then back down to the start of your jaw then again. The touch sent some sort of tingling feeling where ever he touched you. “I want you to be the best part of my life.”
“What do you mean?” You blushed at his comment. You could see his blush as he looked away for a moment then back at you.
“I mean, I want you to be with me in New York. I want you to go on dates with me and meet my friends. I want to be there for you and help you through your hard times,” he pauses to take in a shaky breath. “Will you be with me in New York and be my girlfriend?”
You pull Farkle by his shoulders into a hug. “I would love to.” He hugs you around your waist and sent those tingles around your waist. You pull back and lean in. You feel Farkle’s lips brush against yours. Once your lips meet it becomes pure bliss. He pulls you closer to him to deepen the kiss. You run your hands through his hair. He pulls away and kisses your nose.
You pull him in for another kiss. This one was just as tingly as the last. It made you melt into the kiss. You felt something touch the tip of your foot, then to your ankle. It was cold and wet. You pull away from the kiss and look down at your foot. The tide was high and coming up fast.
“Uh oh.” Farkle said as he stood up to take the towels off the ground he put them on top of the cooler. You scrambled to your feet before the water got you anymore wet. Farkle had gotten everything off the sand and turned to look at you. The both of you burst of laughing.
“We got a little caught up didn’t we.” You said in between laughter. Farkle just nodded because he was laughing. The two of you calmed down just as the waves moved back into a good distance away from your spot.
“You have a cute laugh.” Farkle commented.
“Shut up.” You said as you blushed. You picked up the backpacks. Farkle picked up the cooler and the umbrella. “I think it’s a good time to leave.”
The jeep the both of you came in was the only car in the parking lot. You put everything in the back and hopped in. Farkle took the driver’s seat.
With a smile, Farkle took your hand and drove from the beach. Today was the last day of vacation but not the last day of you and Farkle.
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