"Fabian, quit it!" I squealed, as Fabian tickled me nearly to death. A few of us were heading to the beach, and while we were waiting for Amber, Fabian decided to torture me by tickling me. He started tickling me constantly nearly two months ago, when we had started dating. In a way, I found it adorable, but in another, it annoyed me. The adorableness was stronger.

When Amber walked into the room, Fabian moved his hands away, letting me catch my breath. He smiled brightly at me, a glint of deviousness within it. I stuck my tongue out at him, and shook my head. His smile only sparkled more, and the deviousness only became more obvious.

"Do you finally have everything? I've been forced to watch romantic stuff between these two, you take way too long!" Jerome whined, gesturing towards us as he spoke. Fabian rolled his eyes at him, and I completely ignored him. Truthfully, I didn't care what Jerome thought. He was one of my friends, but my relationship had nothing to do with it.

"Jerome, do you really think beauty like this comes naturally? It takes time!" Amber replied, grabbing her sunglasses out of her bag, and carefully placing them over her eyes. "We're wasting time, let's go!"

"We need to build a sand castle, it's a must." I stated, as soon as we reached the beach. Amber and Jerome went their own ways, doing who knows what. After a week of observing the duo, I am nearly one-hundred percent sure they're going out. And at the looks of it, they were doing it secretly. I could understand, they were complete opposites, and from different leagues. He was a prankster, while she was a shopaholic. Neither of them probably wanted to be seen with each other, not wanting any peer issues.

"I agree, and we should build it…. Right over there!" Fabian declared, taking my hand, and dragging me over towards the sand. He had picked a shady spot that was near one of the beach umbrellas. I smiled, it was perfect. Not too much sun, but not too shady.

"Alright, let's do this!" I stated, sitting down. He sat down next to me, putting a bag in front of him. I never saw him take it, but when he emptied it, I realized why he did. It was full of different sized buckets, shovels, and other things. I beamed brightly, before grabbing one of the buckets.

"So, what kind of castle do we want to build?" He questioned, tilting his head to the side, assessing the spot in front of us. I giggled, rolling my eyes playfully at him. He was such a goof sometimes.

"One that Alfie and Jerome will be jealous of." I declared, grabbing a shovel. He chuckled lightly, before grabbing his own bucket and shovel. We soon began building, trying our best to make it as attractive as possible. We weren't failing too bad at our goal, but we weren't exactly succeeding either.

After a bit, we finished, and both of us were pretty proud of what we created. It didn't look half-bad, and it was possible Alfie and/or Jerome would be jealous of it. I smiled, before Fabian stood up. He offered me his hand once again, and I took it.

He started leading me somewhere, and I glanced up at him. He smiled brightly, taking me to the small pier by the water.

"I bet I could do an amazing cannonball." Fabian suddenly stated, before sitting down. I sat down next to him, trying my best to keep myself from rolling my eyes. I giggled instead.

"I bet I could to." I simply said. He poked my nose, before standing up, and taking his shirt off.

When did Fabian get a six-pack?

He smirked when he saw me staring, and I quickly blushed and glanced away. He soon cannonballed into the water, and I was soon soaked. I was still wearing my shorts, and I pouted. What was I going to wear back? All I had was a sweatshirt, and now soaked shorts.

"Aren't you coming in?" Fabian yelled, raising his eyebrow. I smiled, and nodded, before standing up. He dove back into the water, and I quickly took my shorts off, before diving in.

Fabian popped up behind me, and snaked his arms around me. I leaned my head back, and smiled up at him. When nobody was watching, Fabian really was quite… Romantic. If others were watching, he tended to be shyer, and quieter. But when it was just me, he was really outgoing and fun to be around. I liked that about him, he wasn't scared to talk to me anymore.

He gently kissed my forehead, before letting go, and swimming away. I laughed, before following after him.

Just a short drabble, working on another NEW story (Haha, you'll love it when it's out ;)), so I didn't make it longer. Sorry I didn't post it last week, I was sick. I might be changing this to bi-weekly though.

~JessIsTheBest~