let's escape to the seaside ``frankie

[kennedy daniels]

Squishy. That was the word that could adequately describe the feeling of cool sand seeping between her bare feet. As she stared down, the sand suddenly seemed to be magically disappearing beneath her, sliding away, or it looked like it was sinking, she couldn't pin point it exactly. The current that swept along the shore ran up to her ankles until she pulled back, unable to handle the icy temperatures of the water. Yes, she would actually admit to being a wimp. The water crept up her warm skin, leaving goose bumps and chills in its wake. She could barely handle it, if at all.

Honestly though, she shouldn't have been out there. The weather was less than perfect, especially for being in the month of June. It had been raining earlier, and unable to handle the stuffy environment of the caravan, she decided to be a brave girl and venture out the minute it had stopped. However, she didn't need perfect weather to go to the beach anyways. She figured that's how it always was, especially in New York City. She hadn't been to many beaches besides those of Rome and some of Europe in general. It was her first time in the States and she absolutely loved it. She almost regretted not having traveled more, but that was what was so amazing about the Euphoria Festival. Music and traveling rolled into one, a girl couldn't ask for more.

New York was almost exactly the way she had pictured it, the way she had seen it behind her eyelids when she was daydreaming, or in the small television screen that sat in her family's kitchen. It was grandiose and breathtaking. The lights were blinding, but she couldn't look away. She happily recalled the first time they had driven down the streets of New York when they had first arrived, at some ungodly hour, just to check it out. Her light face had been pressed up against the caravan window, bright blue eyes gazing greedily at the atmosphere around her. She was like a child checking out the amount of presents they had received from dear old jolly saint nick.

A playful smile crossed her features at that moment, as she recalled that ridiculous night. She had been a bit tipsy, and combined with the bright lights, she had been left in awe. There was nothing quite like that in Rome. Oh no. The buildings were enormous to boot.

Anyways, bad weather or not, there she was, skipping around in the water, arms spread out as she spun around, and locks of chestnut dancing wildly around her face. She stopped as soon as she found herself getting far too dizzy. Wrapping her arms across her chest, she brought the oversized sweater closer to her body. She wasn't sure who's it was but it was the first warm thing she had quickly snatched on her way out of the caravan. Whosever it was, she was thankful for their good taste in warm things. She honestly hadn't realized how chilly it was. Which was silly of her since one look gave away the less than warm temperatures. [/font][/i]

[francis kyle jacobs]

Frankie smiled as he watched her spin around. He'd sort of followed her there... Being a secret couple, they had this thing down to an art. They had special signals and sign language or whatever you wanted to call it, and so they "coincidentally" ended up in the same places, alone. Francis had a few reasons for keeping their relationship a secret. He didnt want the media getting a hold of news like this and ripping them apart. Look what happened to Milo Martin... He also didnt want her brother, Robbie, killing him. That would just not be good... And there were incidents in the past where other bands had had relationships in them and then broken up and the whole band had split. He was afraid Jumping Ambulances would think that would happen... So he tried his best to keep it a secret. He did talk a lot, so it was really tough for him but his life pretty much depended on it. Plus a secret this big was rather exciting.

As she stopped spinning and hugged the sweater to herself, Frankie slid his arms around her from behind, mumbling a "hey babe" softly in her ear before lightly kissing her neck, then resting his chin on her shoulder. "Is this my sweater?" he teased, grinning. Francis himself wore beige cargo shorts and a black hoodie over the first t-shirt he'd pulled out of his drawer that morning. His old ratty tennis shoes were going to get ruined but that why he wore them... Back in the day when he used to jog, he wore them all the time and now they were just shoes to wear when he didnt want to ruin his good ones.

Kennedy was so beautiful, Francis really did love her with all of his heart. He'd had girlfriends before but he'd never connected with any of them the way he did with her, the cute little Italian girl... They had hit it off right away, when their senior class when to Rome for a field trip. They'd met in a little restaurant while Frankie and his friends were writing a song and then they'd met Robbie. They all got along so well and loved music so much that they started a band. It had been tough at first because eventually the class had to leave but they spent every moment they could with the Daniels' and eventually got back together and got some attention in the music industry. And here they were... it was pretty amazing, but ever since that first trip to Rome, Frankie had been attracted to her... in a different way than normal and he liked it. And eventually he found out she was attracted to him back and the rest was history.

"Imagine seeing you here..." He joked, hugging her before releasing his hold slightly in case she wanted to move.

[kennedy daniels]

Any normal person would have reacted quite differently to being caught off guard in the manner that she had. Random arms around ones waist didn't warrant a nonchalant reaction like leaning back into the strangers body and smiling. A cry for a help, or a punch or two would have been a more sane reaction. But this wasn't some stranger. She had known exactly who it was the minute those arms had slipped across her waist. The all to familiar grip of a secret boyfriend hitting her like a load of bricks. They'd both grown accustomed to this random meetings, kisses behind closed doors, and secret rendezvous.

Petal soft eyelids fluttered closed as she felt soft lips on her neck and her head automatically tilted to the side. She responded with a softly mumbled hey in return. Turning slightly, she moved so she could see him better. Azure eyes taking in the face that had completely taken her by surprise the first time they had met. The boy from across the so-called pond that had captured her wild heart. "I was hoping you'd follow," she stated candidly. And she was. She was glad he had caught the hint, but she expected that by now. They were practically pros at communicating silently without raising suspicion.

She grinned mischievously, the smile spreading across her face. "Maybe. And if it is, it looks better on me anyways," She retorted out teasingly, her voice light. She most likely looked like a bum who'd stolen the sweater, but she wouldn't admit that to him. Never.

Kennedy knew the repercussions of being public. Constant scrutiny, gossip, and her brothers wrath. Tension within the band itself, worries of break ups, and so forth. If she was caught hanging out with another guy, there would be speculation of possible cheating, or vice versa. Too many he said, she said's would be exchanged, resulting in a loss of trust. And the girl already had her insecurities, she didn't need the media to help her in that department. A relationship within a band was delicate enough without all that bullshit. She wasn't sure she could handle a public relationship. Maybe she was growing too comfortable with the thought of keeping it a secret, but it wasn't something she really enjoyed pondering. It made her head spin.

Besides, keeping the relationship a secret wasn't difficult for her in the slightest. She had grown greatly accustomed to secrets, to keeping those little lips of hers sealed shut. Lies came to her easily. It was all second-nature, covering up. Growing up, she lived a double life with her parents. Excelling in school, participating in extracurricular activities, and attending church services by day. Her parents never suspected the lifestyle of their youngest one. By night she was a completely different girl, wild parties, drinking, and promiscuity in general. Her parents had never caught wind of her so-called inappropriate behavior. She was a virtuoso.

She turned around so that she was facing him completely. "I know right. Who would have thunk it?" She replied sarcastically, a chuckle escaping her throat. She wrapped her slender arms around his middle, looking up at him with wide and curious eyes. She spoke up nonchalantly and playfully, "You know we can get caught at any minute? It's exciting." It was true. They were in a public place afterall. The beach wasn't just theirs. A wandering photographer, or fan could snap a picture, and they'd be outed, but that's what made a secret relationship so damn exciting. It was like being on a high. They could get caught at any time. It was thrilling, at least to her. She absolutely loved it, almost thrived on it, lacking caution.

She moved back a little, closer towards the cold water. "But I'd just tell them I would never date someone gross," She taunted with a impish smirk before sticking out her tongue. Oh she could be so mature.

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