Ashley's POV: When we get home, I help Katie in with her bags, then she asked while playing with Killer if I could teach her to surf. Well, today is my day off, so I say, "Sure, babe. Just take your pills and eat something before we head out. Don't need you passing out in the water on me."
"What? Don't want to save me like some big shot hero?" she asked teasingly as she gets up and walks to the kitchen.
"I don't think it really counts as saving someone if it was my fault she passed out in the first place, due to neglecting her health," I tell her, as I follow her into the kitchen, wrapping my arms around her tiny waist. She really is too thin, I think, then add with a smirk, "Besides, with your lack of balance, I'll probably have to save you once or twice as it is."
"From what? A rouge wave?" she asked with a giggle as she sinks the iron pills.
"You laugh now, but wait until you're face to face with one of those monsters, then see how funny it is," I tell her with a small chuckle of my own.
She shakes her head, then I notice her hips moving back and forth as she hums a familiar song, that I can't seem to place.
"What are you singing, baby?" I ask, as she takes a bite of her sandwich and slide the plate she has another on towards me.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just a song my mom used to love to sing at karaoke to my dad," she says, but the look on her face says it really means something, which it should. That's a powerful memory, and I only wish I had that kind about my parents.
I turn her to face me, then set her sandwich down, and say, "Your lips say it's nothing, but your face says it's something. Talk to me, Katie."
She sighs, then says, "It's stupid, but it's Maps by the Yeah Yeah Yeahs."
"How's it go?" I ask, and she softly begins singing, but it's loud enough that I can hear her words. I then realize it's the song she always cries when she sings on Rockband, so she usually does the drum part.
I smile softly and sadly at her, and wipe the few tears that managed to fall down her cheeks as she was singing, and she falls silent. I pull her close, then say, "It's okay to feel something about that song, baby. It clearly was a good memory, that you have allowed to be overshadowed by the hurt of losing them, but I'll help you though it. Just like I promised."
She shakily sighs, then kisses me, and thanks me, then we eat together, and she excuses herself to get changed.
Katie's POV: When I'm done eating, I quietly excuse myself, and head into the bathroom to get changed.
I take all my clothes off, then a deep breath, and turn to the full length mirror in the bathroom. I finally realize my problem, and I have to force myself to overcome it. My problems are my scars and when I normally do this, I begin wondering what Ashley sees in me.
I sigh, then forget my scars, despite being able to still see them, and focus on what I like about myself. My hair, my eyes, my boobs. Yes, I like my boobs, because I was gifted by my mom. She had big breast, and despite being so skinny, I have a solid D cup.
That's also the reason why I have to were small tank tops, and rip my extra small shirts there, so they're not as tight.
I sigh, then shake it off, and get dressed. I'll be okay. I know I will.
When I'm done, I walk into the bedroom, and slip on my Vans, and walk out to Ashley.
"Ready, babe?" he asked, holding a cooler in his hands.
I nod, checking to see if I have the ring, then we head out, and drive down to the beach in his SUV.