The Dock

We walked to the dock with haste. I didn't have time to enjoy walking through the city with a beautiful boy next to me. Everyone stared at us as we swerved through the streets and alleys. I couldn't help but to grin as a women, who had to be in her twenties, watched us glide through the crowd on the sidewalk with her mouth hanging open. I suppose someone as handsome as Ben must get this a lot. I'll have to get used to this, I thought with a smug grin.

We reached the docks of the  Lake in under ten minutes, when it should've taken us at least twenty. But with Ben's excellent reflexes we were able to weave through the streets without a problem.

"I cannot wait for three years until I get my driver's license," he muttered, shaking his head. We continued walking on the wooden dock until we stopped in front of the bait shop on the corner. I waited for Ben to explain what we were doing, but he simply stood silent and unmoving. I watched him. He didn't move an inch. Finally I was confused for long enough.

"Ben what are we doing here?" His body didn't move, but his lips opened slightly and a "shh" escaped from them. I stayed quiet and still until his mouth formed a grin.

"Perfect weather for the lake today!" he exclaimed. I looked at him in confusion. He simply rolled his eyes and said, 

"Come on." I was dragged for the remainder of the wooden boardwalk until we reached the edge. Ben continued walking but I stopped. His grip loosened, and I was grateful because he probably would have ripped my hand off when he kept walking. He spun around to face me. "What? What is it? Are you hurt?"

"No. I'm just still confused. Can't you explain where we're going? What we're doing?" He didn't answer immediately. After a moment of silence he said in a soft voice, 

"You don't think I am going to show myself to you in broad daylight?" I said nothing. "We have to go over there," he pointed to the other side of the lake at a bunch of green trees, grouped together at the water's edge, "where there aren't any witnesses." I was a bit disturbed by this choice of words, but I let it slide.

"But how are we supposed to get over there. It's a good mile away," I pointed out, somewhat nervous that he was going to ask me to swim over. He didn't know that I was unable to even tread water. My face became nervous and he recognized that I was worried. 

"Don't worry. I wouldn't make you swim or anything," he laughed. "I have a boat." And then I saw a small sailboat hidden in the shadows at the end of the boardwalk.

"Good," I muttered as he dragged me to the edge of the boards. He held his hand out, gesturing me to step on the vessel first. I tried to keep my face composed, but there was a good foot of water between the dock and boat. Knowing myself, it wouldn't be hard for me to slip in that crack and drown. 

"It's alright," Ben soothed behind me, "I've got you." I felt pressure on the small of my back. My heart fluttered. "I won't let you fall, I promise." I was overcome by trust and hopped onto the boat with ease as Ben was helping me. I never felt his hand leave my back until I was safely on the boat and he was right behind me, now gripping my shoulders.

"See? Not so bad, is it?" I was fine until a small ripple of water caused the boat to sway. Overreacting unintentionally my knees buckled and I started to fall. But Ben's steel grip kept me upright while I steadied myself. "This is going to be a problem," he mumbled almost too low for me to hear.

My eyebrows furrowed and my lips puckered. I stood up straight and tall and gripped the side of the boat. I shrugged away fro his hands and walked to the bow of the ship where there was a wooden wheel and two seats. I sat in the one left of the wheel and looked back at Ben. But he wasn't standing at the entrance. He was right next to me in the driver's seat. 

"Did I startle you?" he joked. With both hands on the wheel and the engine running we took off for the opposite shore.

The End

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