Chapter11

#Chapter11

I didn't see Milo for a few days after that night. Part of me believed that I had imagined the entire thing, that Milo wasn't real. It didn't bother me that much, but when I saw him on the beach messing around with a few people, I walked over from the seawall. There were four boys. Two had surfboards and were clearly enjoying the waves while Milo and another laid in the sand. They were all bare from the waist up, glowing in the sun. My cheeks filled with pinks and reds as I neared, and thankfully the two standing up motioned to me and Milo turned. He didn't give me much recognition and simply looked back to his friends, and I felt like a fool for a couple seconds. I took my loss and began to walk off, annoyed, but suddenly I heard him running up to me.