I'm at the beach as I write this.

Phil's point of view

I was in my usual sitting position by the sea. The waves gently washed against my bare feet, leaving the tingly sensation of cold as they left. The sun was shining against my back, making up for the cold on my feet. The sand was sparkling in the light, it made everything seem like it was a movie. I put my hands into the sand and lifted them back up, watching the sand seep through the gaps between my fingers. It was really late at night, meaning the seaside was deserted, unlike it was a few hours before. I leant back, pressing my back into the soft cushion of sand. I closed my eyes, the soothing wash of the waves lulling me into a peaceful sleeping state.

I liked to do this, just lay at the beach, forgetting every single thing happening in the world. It was just me and the waves. "You shouldn't sleep down here." Someone said, they had a different accent, proving they weren't from around here. The person must have sat down or at least moved closer because I felt a soft material brush against my body.

"You can't tell me what to do." I mumbled, sitting up and staring into the sea.

"I can if it results in your safety." I turned to the boy and inspected him. He had brown hair similar to mine and sparkling hazel eyes. He had a smug smile on his face and a knowing look on his face.

"Where have you been every other day I've been here?"

"I've just moved here."

"Oh, well why are you here so late?"

"I could ask you the same question." Silence settled over us as we just gazed at the sea, watching it move in a way that had no pattern. I felt the boy's stare divert to me and sighed.

"Could you leave, I was peaceful when you weren't here."

"Thanks! I can't leave because I don't want the tide to come in and wash you away forever!!" He said in dramatically like it would be the worst thing ever.

"You don't know me, why do you care about me washing away into the sea forever? It wouldn't be any of your business." I stood up and glared down at him for a few seconds before turning away. "I'm leaving now anyway. See you around." With that, I waltzed away, a deep scowl on my face.

Every time I visited the beach from then on, he was there. It became a regular occurrence for me to walk down to the beach at almost midnight just to turn around at the sight of him. I occasionally saw him in town but never actually met his gaze.

One day, I decided to head down to the beach. Now, you're probably wondering what makes me feel he won't be there. The answer to that is that I decided to leave at 3am. So, early morning. I jumped out of my window as usual and wandered down the same road. I hummed to myself, my earphones in my ears, my favourite songs blaring. I paced myself, walking down the steps one at a time, just incase I had to make a quick escape. The beach was, as expected, empty.

As usual, I positioned myself at the shore. I took off my shoes and dipped the tips of my feet in the sea. I realised just how much I missed the freedom and just the feeling of the waves against my ankles.

From then on, I left early morning. I was always greeted with an empty beach. Other than the seagulls, I was always alone. Everything went back to normal, I started to dream on the beach again, I had my escape back.

But not for long.

The tide started to roll forward until my knees were wet. I groaned, standing up and shaking them, just to have water drip onto the already damp sand. I sighed, turning around and leaving.

It wasn't the same as late night.

I couldn't let him take away my escape so, one day, I stormed down to the beach at almost 12am. I clambered down the stairs, seeing him gazing at the waves. I stomped down there and grabbed him by his shoulders. "This is my spot." I growled, almost laughing at the look of sheer confusion in his face.

"You haven't had a problem with it before now." The boy spat back and I sighed.

"Because I thought you might move. Why do you sit there anyway?"

"I wanted to make sure you didn't come back."

"Why?! It's my own life!"

"I want you to be safe."

"Fine. Maybe we can share the spot?!" The boy looked like he was contemplating it before nodding.

"What's your name anyway?" He changed the subject, crossing his legs.

"Phil, Phil Lester, you?" I held out my hand, deciding it was best to get to know the boy before making the rash decision of hatred.

"Dan Howell." He gladly shook my hand and smiled. "Nice to meet you."

"And you."

Thank you for putting up with me for 100 one shots :)