She knew what he was getting at. She nodded. They ran back to where they'd left their bikes and ditched the jeans and T-shirts they had on over their swimsuits. Like two kids, they ran back to the ocean, ignoring the fact it was still a little cold. The first thing Hawkeye did was splash Margaret. Well, not really splashed, more like soaked. "Argh! That's cold!!" she exclaimed when he splashed her.
"I know," he grinned like a naughty child. He started to stare into space and in a fraction of a second, he was soaked, too. "That is cold!" he yelped. "See? Two can play that game," she taunted. Well, that led to a splash-fest. About a half hour later, both were a little cold and very wet. "Well, I've had enough fun for now," Hawkeye commented. Margaret nodded in agreement. It had gotten much warmer, so they'd been standing around talking for only a few minutes and the sun had dried them off. "I guess we should head back," suggested Hawkeye. "I have a better idea," stated Margaret. "Wha-?" he started to ask, but was dragged back over to their bikes. "C'mon. Let's go. I wanna show you something," Margaret said. They climbed back on their bikes. "Let's go," he said. They rode for about fifteen minutes and then stopped at a park. "Why are we here?" Hawkeye wondered aloud. "You'll see." She told him to get off of the bike and they could just leave the bikes there. She grabbed his hand and led him to a dirt path that was hidden among some trees. "Where does this lead?" he was getting annoyed with her for not giving him a clue as to what was going on. "I promise, you'll love it!" she called from a few paces ahead. The path led to a cliff that was rather high. "You're point?" he was mad that she dragged him all that way just to get to a dead end. "Look down," she stated. He saw an old rope bridge. "Yeah?"
"Look on the other side."
"An opening in the cliff side. Big deal."
"It's a rather large cave and I bet you'd love it."
"It's a lot bigger than it seems."
"I'd love to see it, but alas, the bridge is down there, we're up here, and that bridge looks like it'll fall apart any second."
"It won't. It's pretty sturdy."
"You've gone across it?!?"
"You could've killed yourself!"
"Hawkeye, that's where I go to escape life."
"Ok, how'd you know it was sturdy enough to go across?"
"No. I just took my chances."
"You should be a stunt double in Hollywood."
"No thanks. Not dangerous enough."
"I can't help it. Life's no fun if you're too safe."
"I can tell that that's your opinion."
"Aren't you going to ask how I got down there?"
"No equipment, right?"
"Oh my God."
"C'mon. Let's go. You'll love it."
"I don't know..."
Hawkeye had barely finished saying that when she'd grabbed his hand and pulled him to the left. "This is a good place to start climbing." She started to climb down. "C'mon!" He followed a little unsteadily. After forty-five minutes and a lot of coaxing, Hawkeye made it down to the ledge where the bridge started. "You're so slow!" she exclaimed. "I'm sorry. I'm not a daredevil," he said sarcastically. "Now, cross the bridge," she told him. He put one foot on it and it swung from side to side. "You're kidding," he commented.
"Nope." She pushed him out of the way. She was across the bridge in a minute. "I'm still alive!" she called out sarcastically. "Ok. I'm coming." He took a deep breath and ran across. Margaret hugged him. "Am I dead?" he asked. "No! Why?" she exclaimed. "Sure feels like heaven to me." They spent an hour sitting in the cave and just talking. Three hours later, they got back to her house.
"I'm hungry, but I don't dare ask you for something to eat. You'll probably give me a granola bar or something else like that. No offense, but, ew," he made a disgusted face. "Hawkeye, it could be worse I have some-"
"Stop! I don't wanna hear it!"
"Ok..I was only going to say that there's some-" Hawkeye cut her off. Not by saying something, though. He kissed her. She pulled away. "Margaret?" he asked. That was a historic first. She didn't answer. "Margaret?" "I-I'm sorry." She sounded upset, to say the least. She stood up and ran up the stairs. Hawkeye heard a door slam shut. He ran up the stairs after her. He heard soft crying coming from her room. He didn't knock, he just went in. "Margaret?" he asked softly. "Please...leave," she said.
"No. I want to help. What happened?"
"Must be a pretty big something, then."
"I don't buy that."
"You should believe me."
"Well, I find it hard to believe someone who says they're fine while crying."
"Get over it."
"Hawkeye, get out."
She turned around and he noticed her face was rather red and tear-stained. "Tell me what's wrong."
"It concerns you...to a certain point."
"What is it?"
"Hawkeye, I'm falling in love."
Hawkeye Pierce was speechless. He regained his composure and asked her to explain what had happened only minutes before. "It's hard to explain....your kisses...they're not sincere, I guess."
"I told you it was hard to explain."
"Listen, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking."
"Yes, you were. All of a sudden, it makes perfect sense."
"Maybe it'd be better if you went back to BJ's house."
"No, I feel much better here."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. You're my friend, and I'd like to get to know you better...a lot better."
"What do you mean?"
"Don't worry. Nothing bad. I just think we could become better friends. And I mean it."
"Yeah...in more than one way. Face it, Hawkeye, I can see right through your lil' lies."
"We-ell...maybe I do have another motive..."
He grabbed her and tried to kiss her. For the second time, she pulled away. "Hawkeye, no. I-I can't. I'm sorry." What did it take for him to get the picture? She loved him, that was for sure, but she wasn't ready for it to be *this* serious...not yet...maybe in a few months, but not now. "Margaret. What about last night? Don't you remember what happened?" he asked.
"Yes. I'm sorry I led you to think I was ready for *that*" she replied. "In other words, to h*** with me?"he said. "I DID NOT SAY THAT!" she screamed. "Coulda fooled me," he said in a dangerously calm voice. "Ben, please, I can't stand this. I hate fighting. If this goes on much longer, I'll go back to my original solution."
He couldn't ever forget what it was. Suicide. He'd just die if she followed through with it. "Don't you dare. How could I live knowing what you'd done to yourself?"
"No, I wouldn't."
"Okay, I won't do it to myself."
"Like I said previously, I'll have someone do me in."
"Margaret, don't make me have to follow you around the rest of this life time."
"What do I matter to you? You'll just forget about me like all the others."
"Ha. You've left quite an impression on my life."
"So am I."
"I can see that."
"Thought you hated fighting."
"Then, why are we continuing this 'little disagreement'?"
"You really know how to make someone really mad."
"I try my best."
"I can tell."
"Okay, let's just stop fighting, okay?"
"Yeah. Why are we wasting precious time?"
"I don't know. Life is only so long. We should live it to the fullest."
"Then why are we sitting here when we could be doing something enjoyable?"
"One thing. Last one to the backyard is a sissy!!"
She started running before she even finished the sentence. Hawkeye attempted to catch up, but she was too fast. When he did get outside, he said one word. "Cheater." Margaret grinned. "Face it, had I given you a ten second head start, I still would've won."
"I can't help that you are so incredibly slow."
Had they been in third grade then, they'd be sticking their tongues out at each other. The term "puppy love" fits those two to a tee. "I'd like to see you beat me at just one sport."
"One? Why not all of them?"
"Oh? So, you wanna play, do ya? You're such a showoff."
"I can and will beat you in every sport you've heard of."
"You're no match for me in that one."
"The score will have such a difference, you'll need a calculator to figure out how much I won by."
"Surely, I can hit more home runs than anyone else. Especially you!"
"Oh, that's so easy."
"Okay, you SAY you can win, but now, you have to prove it. Which shall I beat you at first?"
"Oh, so you wanna play that way, eh? Well, I choose tennis. It's the one I'm the worst at, so it'll be perfect to show that my worst is better than your best."
"Ha. Don't get your hopes up. Okay, to the park."
"All over again."
"Funny. That's as bad as one of my jokes."
"Shall we walk, ride bikes, or drive to the park."
"I guess we could-"
"Wait. We're not driving there. I don't even want to know how you drive. Women cannot drive. Let alone blondes."
"Hey, it's a proven fact."
"Okay, let's go. We'll walk. I know a shortcut."
They got out all the equipment that they'd need and headed off. Using the shorcut, the walk was only fifteen minutes long and it was through a shady area, too.
"Well, here we are," Margaret said.
"This is the place where you are going to be publicly humiliated."
After an hour, the score was ridiculous. Margaret won by,oh, twenty. Hawkeye wanted to change the subject."That was easy. Like I said, it's my worst sport. Now, on to basketball." They headed over to the basketball court and decided to play half an hour's worth of basketball and then go back to her house to rest. They could start up again tomorrow. They'd decided to skip soccer and have a biking competition along with a game of baseball. Back to the present. Twenty-five minutes into the game, the score was close: twenty-eight to thirty. Hawkeye was ahead. Before the end of the game, Margaret came back by getting two baskets. Hawkeye made a face at her and said, "D**n beginner's luck."
"Whatever. Back to your place, my dear." He still wouldn't stop flirting, no matter what. Margaret wouldn't admit it, but she kind of enjoyed it. Sometimes, she consider flirting right back. Not now though. She was out of breath from the constant taunting she'd direct towards Hawkeye while they were playing.
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