Kit stepped hesitantly into her house, her wet feet slick on the wood floor. She'd crossed through wet, freshly-mowed grass and now, left a trail of it behind her as she headed towards the kitchen. She was focused on making her steps steady until a rustling noise came to her from the kitchen. She paused and listened.

Nothing but curiosity kept her in place, as she listened to the sound of someone rummaging around in her fridge. She rounded the corner into the kitchen and was met by the open fridge door. She leaned against the wall and waited silently, as the intruder finished their search.

When the fridge door shut, Edison appeared. Neither of them were surprised to see the other. He took a bite of the peach in his hand and nodded at her.

"You're out of peaches," he said with a full mouth. "And everything else." 

She smiled and walked past him. She grabbed a cup and filled it with water.

"You stole my peach," she said. She faced him and leaned against the counter.

"I took it as payment for my time. I just spent ten minutes searching your kitchen for food, and this is all I found. You have no food."

"It's actually an advanced security tactic," she said. He raised his eyes questioningly. "If I have nothing to steal, I won't get robbed," she explained.

She stole the peach out of his hands and took a bite.

"I'm not sure that's a logical argument," he said.

He stole the peach back.

"It's perfectly logical. I have no furniture, and I haven't been robbed. The results are conclusive."

He chuckled. "How very scientific of you."

She grinned and stole back the last bite of peach. "You're at my house."

He nodded and smiled. "That is an accurate observation." 

She nodded down to his foot. "I don't see you for a day and your ankle bandage is gone."

"Right again! You're on fire," he joked. "Maybe we should play the lottery." He only got half a smile. "My ankle is better. Thanks for your concern." He gave her a cheesy smile.

She shook her head and laughed. "I wasn't concerned."

He put his hand over his heart, as if touched by her words.

"Thank you! I was able to go back to work today," he said. "You are such a good friend for caring."

He pulled her into a tight, one-armed hug while roughly running his free hand through her hair and causing a mess. 

"Edison!" she growled, trying to squirm her way out of his hold.

"Seriously, I don't deserve you," he said, keeping her pinned against him.

She pushed against him with both her hands, and after a minute, he let her go. Once free, she moved to the other end of the kitchen.

"I think I liked you better when you were pouty, with a busted ankle," she said, trying to undo the mess he had created with her hair.

"Don't worry, I still think you look beautiful." He gave her a flirty smile. 

She rolled her eyes as she ran her hand through her tangled hair.

"You should find someone who will appreciate your compliments. Is Amanda around?" She turned in a circle, looking for her. 

He barked out a laugh and walked towards her.

"Amanda, at your house?"

"You're right. That would never happen. You should leave and go find her," she said. 

He stopped walking and gave her an uncertain look.

"For a moment there, it sounded like you didn't want me here," he said. 

"Oh no! Was I not clear?" she said. "Get out."

Her joking smile contrasted with her harsh words. 

"Fine, fine. You don't have to tell me twice," he said.

He began to head towards the front door, his lower lip thrust out in an exaggerated pout. She crossed her arms and pursed her lips to keep from laughing. 

As he passed her, at the last minute, he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. She didn't respond with any sound or act of surprise. She simply let him carry her towards the front door. Settling into her spot, she rested her elbow against his back and her chin on her fist. 

"Is this you trying to be cute and flirty?" she asked. 

He let out an annoyed sigh. "Girls usually scream and tell me to put them down, but I know they love it."

"Well, in that case," she cleared her throat, "Edison, please, put me down," she said in monotone. 

"You don't sound very sincere, and it kind of hurts my feelings."

"I'm glad you picked up on that. Sometimes you're as thick as a brick wall."

"Hey!" Kit laughed at the outrage in his voice. "Now, I know you don't mean to be hurtful, so I will forgive you," he said. 

"You're too kind," she said flatly. 

"Besides, we should go. We don't want to be late."

He stopped by the front door and put her down. 

"Late for what?" she asked, as she righted her hair and clothes. 

"Everyone is going out on Drew's boat."

"I told you my feelings about being stuck on a boat with everyone," she said. 

"No easy escape route, I remember. But I'll be there." He held his arms out as if he were on display.  

"And that makes it better, how?"

He gave a short laugh, then his face fell. "You know, all these comments are making me think you don't want me around."

"I'm glad I'm being clear," she said. Her tone was serious, but she smiled. "I mean, I take care of you for one day, and now all you want to do is hang out with me." She threw her arms up to convey her frustration. 

"I didn't ask you to take care of me," he argued. He stepped closer, his eyes dropping to hers. "You showed up at my house. It seems to be a habit of yours."

"Some people take up knitting, I visit your house," she shrugged. "There are worse things in the world."

"I would agree, especially when your habit seems to always bring you to me."

She couldn't deny the smile spreading across her face, so she settled for dropping her gaze. She reached down and grabbed a pair of sandals. When she looked back up, she was greeted by Edison's smug smile.

"Whatever," she said, pushing past him and out of the house. "Let's go."

"Where are you going?" he called after her, jogging to keep up. 

"You're dragging me to hang out with everyone on Drew's boat. Remember. Come on, Reigns! Keep up," she called back to him.

He walked quickly to open the passenger side door of his truck for her. 

"Opening my door? Again, with the flirting," she teased. "Keep this up and I might get the idea that you like me." 

"I'm glad you picked up on that. Sometimes you're as thick as a brick wall." 

Kit's surprised laugh filled the air, and he gave her a gratified smile.

"You are something else Reigns," she laughed.

She playfully slapped his chest before climbing into the front seat. 

"Thanks," he said. 

"I didn't say it was something good," she corrected him. "I just said something else."

"Keep all these insults up, and I might get the idea that you like me."

She tilted her head and gave him a concerned look.

"Aww," she said, patting his head. "It's a good thing you're cute, cause I'm not sure all the light bulbs are on in that head of yours." 

He swatted her hand away and trapped it between his own.

"Insulting and punny," he said, a hint of awe in his voice. 

"I know. I'm amazing. But don't let that distract you, or we'll never make it to Drew's boat." 

He shook his head and laughed. "Now you want to go?"

"Oh no, not at all. But I'm already in my bathing suit. Plus, I'm looking forward to the moment someone asks me a stupid question and I just jump overboard. I've always wanted to make a dramatic exit, and you have provided the perfect opportunity. Now, chop chop."

She reached out and pulled the door shut on him. When he didn't move right away, she honked the horn to hustle him along. 

The drive out to the lake was different in Edison's truck. Where Kit's Porsche seemed to hug each curve and turn, his truck cut through them, making the road conform to its size and power. They were the last to arrive at Drew's house and everyone was already down at the dock. 

Kit was amazed at the production it took for them to leave. There were the technical steps Drew carried out to prep the boat, and then there was the seating arrangement. It seemed to be a matter all on its own. She caught on that certain seats were better than others, and every girl was vying for the best.

The boat had a cabin in the front with a couch on one side and a seat up by the wheel. The back of the boat was open with two, long couches that the girls fought over as they tried to squeeze as many people on to them as they could. 

It didn't take long for the seating arrangements to be settled, and shortly after that, Drew was calling for everyone to climb aboard and find a spot so they could leave.

"Eddie! I saved you a spot!" Amanda called out, as he climbed on the boat.

Kit looked at him, and smiled when he sought her out.

"Right here!" Amanda said more urgently, patting the small space on the edge of the couch, waving him over.

Kit hopped up on the side of the boat and began to edge her way along the outside of the cabin, to the very front of the boat.

"Eddie," Amanda repeated. 

"Neil, Amanda has a spot for you," Edison said.

Kit turned back and grinned, as he hopped up on the edge to follow her. He reached the front a moment after her. The front of the boat came to a point. There was a metal railing along the edge and enough space for a few people to sit, their back against the cabin, their legs stretching out to the front of the ship.

"It's going to be really windy up here. Are you okay if your hair gets messed up?" Edison asked, as they settled into their spots. 

Kit gave him a flat look before she stood up and walked to the edge of the boat. She grabbed the steel railing and hung over the edge.

"We haven't even left the dock, and its already time for my dramatic exit," she called out. 

Edison was quick as he jumped up and grabbed her back, pulling her against the wall.

"Okay, that was a stupid question," he admitted, "but don't waste your dramatic exit on me."

She pushed his arms away. "You're right, you're not worth it."

A gleeful smile spread lazily across his face. "Your insults are music to my ears."

"You must have awful taste in music," she said.

His laugh got lost as the boat's motor roared to life. 

The ride wasn't long, but it was long enough to whirl Kit's hair into a nest of a mess. Once they were out of the narrow channel Drew's house was located on, they picked up speed and the wind rushed at Kit and Edison. She laughingly screamed with excitement as they caught the top of waves, and the boat rose for a moment before crashing down, Kit's stomach going with in.

Once they were moving, Edison wrapped his arms around her waist and she didn't fight the security they provided. They held her in place when the motion of the boat threatened to throw her overboard. 

Her throat was turning dry from the wind and laughing when the boat slowed to calm, sputtering speed, and the world calmed down around them. Drew expertly rounded a thin jetty of rocks and entered a small bay. A narrow beach stretched out to their left, while the jetty raced them on their right. There were a few other boats anchored along the shore, and Kit could see groups gathered together in beach chairs. A few kids splashed in the shallow water. 

They continued along slowly until they found a stretch of open beach and stopped. When Kit and Edison returned to the back of the boat, everything was in motion. People were bringing out coolers, bags of food and towels. Drew and Tommy were readying the dinghy. 

Kit stepped down into the back and came face to face with Amanda. Like it was the only way Amanda knew how to react to Kit, her face fell into an aggressive glare. But it changed into a mocking look as she took in Kit's winded state.

"Ever heard of a thing called a brush?" Amanda asked. Her voice was sharp and nasally.

Kit glanced sideways to Edison and saw him grinning as he nodded towards the edge of the boat. She smirked and looked back at Amanda. 

"I have, thanks for asking," she said. Amanda gritted her teeth, preparing her response as Kit pushed past her. "Are we going to that island?" Kit asked Edison. She kicked off her sandals.

"Yeah. Drew's prepping the dinghy so he can..." 

"Great! Bring these for me, will you?"

She pulled her dress over her head, revealing her bathing suit, and tossed it to him, before hopping onto the edge of the boat. She gave a sweep bow, winked at Edison and jumped into the water.

She could hear the few cries of surprise from the group on the boat before she hit the water. When she broke the surface, she found the group peering over the edge at where she had jumped. She smiled and began to swim for shore. 

"Hey Tyler, bring these to the island for me," Edison called out.

Kit turned around and found him pulling off his shirt. 

"Eddie, what are you doing?" Amanda called out, breaking out of the group and trying to grab his arm.

He dodged her grasp and hopped up on the edge of the boat. He back-flipped into the water and Amanda and the girls standing close to the edge shrieked as water droplets splashed on to the boat.

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Hi there my sugar pie!

Okay so Living_Loving_Corpse asked me this question: How do you characterize your character?

I have decided to answer it here because that's just me! The answer is super duper easy. You need two things, your character needs a desire and a major flaw. These two things are what every human being was born with and giving your character these will give them that human aspect. Of course you go on and develop that desire and build up the flaw but that is your jumping off point!

Tell me something bizarre!

A vast majority of the time that I'm silent my characters are having conversations in my head.

Paix, Amour, Crème glacée (French)

We all have those days