“Come on Mikaela, hurry up!”

I walked behind my sister, holding my coverup as if my skin would fall off if I let go. I hated my swimsuit. Well, okay it was okay, but it showed off my legs. Not something I was very proud of. I didn’t really like swimming, either. Finally, we walked into the pool room.

And there was a boy, and what seemed his little sister.

He was… Cute. But I reminded myself I had a boyfriend. Though, I don’t know how much longer that’d be true. So, we set everything down, and proceeded into the water.

It all went from there.

But, he had to leave. I never found out his name, and he never knew mine.

That made me silent for the remainder of the time spent in the pool.