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Started September 30, 2018 by Deleted user

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"You got a scholarship for swimming?" Kylie snorted, resurfacing in a covered area that didn't have light shining on it.

"Yes! I'm A SWIMMER! Why else did you think I jumped off that waterfall without a care in the world?" Hawkin said while treading water.

Kylie shrugged. "Well, I'm not necessarily a swimmer, but I jumped."

Hawkin rolled his eyes. "You jumped because I jumped. Enough said."

"What? No!" Kylie squinted at him. "You're implying something, but I don't know what."

Hawkin smiled. "I think you do know. Face it. You like me. You like a scoundrel. You like an impulsive, crazy boy. That's why you've never left me alone for the entire time we've been here!"

(Asexual means that they have no interest in anything sexual, but may experience romantic relationships instead. It's okay. ;) )
"What? No! I hate you, that's why I've never left you alone! You threaten me, you hurt me, and you have no remorse for anything!" Kylie protests. "Besides, don't make yourself sound as grand as you do. You're not a scoundrel."

Hawkin rolled his eyes. "Uh huh, sure. I have no remorse for anything. I went and found the plane, and I gave you privacy if you wanted to cry, and then you started trying to rip the universe apart. Oooh? I'm not as grand as I sound? Probably, but you've never met me. I am quite the charmer. If you really knew me, your thoughts toward me could change. But who am I to change a person? If I wanted them to change I would have already done that by know. Now that would be with no remorse."

"Quite the charmer, sure." Kylie snorted, then looked back at him. "What do you mean, change me? How?"

Hawkin shrugged. "For one, if I could change your mind I would. You never knew me before this plane crash. If you knew what I've dealt with in life, you would ask how I am this happy, or how I cope. I use music to keep me in check, and if I don't try to think positively, I would sink into a hole of depression so deep, I would never be able to crawl out. That's why I seem so optimistic. I have to be for my own sanity… Anyway, I can't change people's mind. They have to learn to see the other side of things. Like I did. Now, if you excuse me. I want my shirt back.." With that, Hawkin took a deep breath, and dove back under the water, bumping Kylie's leg in the process…

"Well…shoot." Kylie looked to the ground, then to Hawkin, then back again. "That's kind of a deep thing to tell someone whom you just accused of liking you. Which I don't."

Hawkin popped back up. He shrugged and went and looked for his shirt. "I mean if I'm going to be stuck with the same group of people, I might as well let them know how I am…"

"Yeah, but…what do you want us to do about it?" Kylie followed him.

Hawkin smiled. "That's the joy of it. I want people to do nothing. I just want people to listen. That's what I need. People that listen."

"Why do you just want people to listen? Can the problems even be fixed?" Kylie was confuzzled from Hawkin's joyful state of mind in this rather depressing period of time.

"You don't get it do you? Listening is the best therapy anyone could ask for. Some of my problems are fixed, but others, are more like a scar… I keep happy because i have no choice. I always have to think positively, or I can't control any of my emotions. It's like they swing out of control. The only one I can't really control is being angry. I've been hurt so many times, I just can't think about it. Instead of me thinking about all the bad that has happened in my life, I choose only to think about the good. I choose to make the decisions that will make my tomorrow better than my today. Get it now?" Hawkin smiled. It was genuine, because someone was listening. Someone cared to ask why. Hawkin looked around, and suddenly he whooped. "AH HA! I FOUND MY SHIRT!!! Now, I do see what you mean by I smell like gunpowder… That can't be too healthy…"

"It can't, can it?" Kylie tilted her head. "How do you even stay positive? What you say is…history, and what with a plane crashing…"

Life for me can't get any worse than it's been. I can only go up. I know everything is history, but history repeats itself. I'm scared my life could too… So far, the plane crash happen to be the best thing that's happened to me in the past 4 years… And boy, am I glad for that change of scenery. I stay positive because I think of tomorrow. How if I try today, it can be so much better." Hawkin put his shirt back on, suddenly self conscious. He frowned. "by the way, you didn't see anything out of the ordinary did you?"

"What do you mean, out of the ordinary? When?" Kylie sat on a rock in front of him, her hair somehow magically flowing over her shoulders in perfect waves even though it was dripping wet.

Hawkin grew red, and rubbed the back of his neck. "Well, it's kind of personal actually. I'll leave it at that I may not have had the greatest father…"

"I won't judge." Kylie paused. "Imeanifyoudon'twanttothat'stotallyokaytoo." A faint blush, one that could hardly be detected against her nearly flawless face, warmed her cheeks.

Hawkin shrugged. "Follow me for a moment…" Hawkin went around a corner, and he waited until Kylie joined him.

Kylie stood, a little confused, and followed him around the corner.

Hawkin dropped his head in shame. "Promise me you won't judge?" He started taking off his shirt.

"Promise." Kylie replied reassuringly, her voice wobbling just the slightest bit.

Hawkin nodded, and turned around. His back was a mess of scars. Hawkin looked up at the cave's ceiling. "Now, you see why I have to be happy? I can't think about what's been done to me… I just can't… Everytime I swim, people stare. I can't help it. My dad's gone. He can't hurt me anymore. He drank himself into oblivion. Now, I have a chance to be happy. I'm not going to blow it now…"

Hawkin put his shirt back on. "Please don't tell them out there. Not yet. I don't need them to know. I know they'll see the scars, but I just don't want to be asked anymore questions…"