Dove
"Don't you want to take a swim?" Bucky laid flat on his towel that we both realized was far too small for him.
I looked down to my denim shorts and sneakers before looking back at him. "I'm not entirely dressed for swimming right now."
He eyed the shop he mentioned he had come from earlier. "I'll buy you shorts."
"Bucky," I quickly argued. "You can't just keep on buying me things. When will I ever get a chance to repay you."
"Let's set up a rule here," he pointed between himself and me. "If I suggest something I pay for it and if you suggest something I pay for it to. Stop stressing so much Dove. Aren't people your age supposed to be free spirits?"
"Not me," I hissed and tried to hold him down as he stood up. "I can dip my feet in the water then. Will that make you happy?"
He shook his head, "you look like you need a break and who comes to the beach to stare at the water."
"I do," I defended. "I like staring at the water."
