Hummingbird Heartbeat

"Nice," I clapped my hands softly together as I watched Chris completely embarrass himself in front of a few beautiful girls. He picked himself off the ground casually, brushed himself off and strolled past me.

“Not a word,” he muttered, knowing me all too well. I bit my lip and followed him along the white sand, I didn’t speak until we reached the sidewalk bar and even then it took him giving me two words to pull it out of me. “Say it.”

“You’re the cutest dork I have ever met, Chris,” I couldn’t help but laugh as I took a seat on the stool beside him; I took off my sun hat and sat it on the bar. “How you manage to look cool while falling is beyond me.”

“Thanks,” he said dryly as he waved down the bartender. “Why didn’t you warn me about that sand castle?”

“Well I didn’t think I had to, seeing as it was huge, right in front of you and noticeable. I wasn’t thinking you’d be completely enthralled by staring at Paris Hilton wannabe’s ass or I would have spoken up so you wouldn’t have pancaked that poor child’s work of art,” I told him simply as I adjusted my bathing suit top.

“You are the worst personal assistant ever, Frankie.”