After we ate we continued shopping. I bought books, clothes, shoes, art supplies, accessories, some cool miscellaneous stuff, and another suitcase for all my stuff.

"Well that's every store. So now what?" Zack asked with a serious look on his face.

"Back to the hotel, then to dinner." It was already 5:30 and we were both starving.

"Sounds like a plan. Let's get our stuff in the car." And with that Zack carried the rest of my bags to the car.

"So what do you want to order?" I ask.

"I found a nice restaurant by the hotel I thought we could check it out. Unless you want to order in."

"No. A restaurant sounds nice."

"Good. So we’ll drop the stuff off in our room and then walk down."

When we got to our hotel room we set all the bags on the bed.

"Hang on I have to pee quick before we go." I tell him running to the bathroom after setting the bags down.

"OK." Zack yelled from the main room.

When I came out Zack had a sneaky look on his face that made me suspicious, but I let it go.

"You ready?" Zack asked, a big smile on his face showing off his perfect white teeth.

"Yup." I say skipping out the door.

We walked down the sidewalk to a nice little place on the beach named "Christel's".

"Here we are." Zack says when we get in front of the restaurant. It was wooden with straw on the roof, and a back patio looking out over the ocean.

"Well what do you think?"

"It's lovely."

"Good. Glad you think so."

When we walked in the hosts asked us if we wanted to be seated inside or on the back balcony. And Zack just turns to me.

"Out back please." I answer once I figured out he was letting me choose.

The hostess leads us out the balcony and sets us as close to the water as she can.

I stare out at the water watching as the tide rolls in and back out.

"So what do you think?" Zack asked snapping me to reality once again.

"It's beautiful." I tell him still in a little bit of a trance. I pick up my menu and and start reading through for what I want.

"So. What are you getting?" I ask looking up from my menu to see Zack sipping a soda.

"The Haddock. They have really good seafood here. Oh and I got you an iced tea." He ses pointing to the drink in front of me.

"Thank you." I say taking a sip.

"So do you know what you want?"

"Yeah. I was thinking about trying the Topus plate." I say pointing at the menu.

"Yeah. That's really good." He says with a smile that makes everything seem brighter.

"Do you know what you would like?"The water asked pulling my focus away from Zack again.

"Yes. I'll have the Haddock with French Fries. And he’ll have the Topus sampler platter." Zack says ordering for both of us.

"So you've been here before?" I question him.

"Ya. This place has history with my family." Zack replies setting his drink down.

"Really. Care to tell me the story." I ask curiously leaning in a little as to not miss a word.

"Yeah. My parents met here. My mom was working as a waitress when my dad came in from surfing with his friend. He immediately liked her so he watched her in a 'totally non creepy way' he tells us. Well one night my dad comes back and some guy clearly drunk keeps whistling at her and harassing her. So dad gets up walks over to him and tells him to leave mom alone. The other guy does not like this idea so he stands up and goes to swing but dad dodges it and the fool goes down and passes out. Dad makes sure mom's OK, and mom knew dad liked her so she goes in with a 'what after all that you're not going to ask me out?' "

"Wow. That's one way to get someone's attention."

"That's not all."

"What else happened here?" I ask him wondering how anything more important could happen here.

"Well this is where my parents had their first date and where my dad proposed."

"That's a lot of history for one restaurant." I say a little shocked.

"Yeah. This is where I always planned to have my first date and tell the love of my life that I want to spend the rest of my life with them." Zack says and I can feel my stomach start to turn. "You know Trace your the first person I've brought here and there something I've wanted to tell you." My heart starts to flutter is he going to say what I think he's going to say.

"Your diner." The waiter says setting two plates of food down in front of us.

"Thank you." Zack says to the water taking his eyes off me where they stay till the end of diner.

We eat practically in silence with only the white noise of other people talking and the crashing of the ocean waves. Never asking what he was going to say thinking that if he really wanted to he would tell me.

We walked back to the hotel along the beach instead of the sidewalk, Zack's hair blowing in the wind and his eyes sparkling like stars. We take our shoes off and let the waves charge at our feet before retiring back into the ocean. The cool sand in between our toes.

When we get back to our hotel room Zack tells me to jump straight into the shower, and that he’ll pull pajamas out for me.

I walk in the bathroom closing the door behind me. I walk over to the shower opening the frosted glass door turning on the water before undressing and stepping in.

I here the bathroom door creak open and try to hide behind my towel that I have hanging over the shower door.

When I get out of the shower I see my bright pink boxer briefs, a pair of black sweatpants and a too big T-shirt that I'm pretty sure is Zack's.

"I think you gave me your shirt." I say stepping out of the bathroom.

"Oh. Sorry I must have grabbed the wrong shirt. You can keep it if you want or I can grab you another?" Zack says.

"You sure. Don't you need one?" I ask hoping he says it's OK.

"Yeah. I've got others and that looks good on you." He tells me with a smile and faint blush while I feel so hot I'm sure I look like a tomato.

"You're blushing." Zack whisper in my ear as he walks past me to the bathroom closing the door behind him.

"Hey, Trace." Zack calls from the bathroom.

"Yeah."

"Can you bring me a towel? There in the suitcase."

"Yup. Just hang on a second." I open Zack's bag to find a blue towel and... Jock straps? Not any other type of underwear just jockstraps.

I open the bathroom door and step in "Here." I call trying not to look threw the glass.

"Thanks can you hang it on the shower door?"

"Ya." I throw the towel over the shower door and my eyes turn to see that in his pile of clothes is another jock strap. I walk out of the bathroom and close the door behind me. I start taking everything out of my bags putting them in my new second suitcase.

"Need some help?" I look up and see Zack standing there.

"Yeah. If you don't mind." I reply as I start to fold another shirt.

"That's why I asked." Zack says reaching into a bag pulling out a shirt to start folding.

After getting the clothes put away we decided to leave the rest in their bags and went to bed.

"Trace, can I tell you something?" Zack asks laying on the other end of our bed.

"Always." I tell him hoping it's what he wanted to say at dinner.

" I'm gay." And then the room fell silent and I felt a smile creep on my face as I drifted off to sleep.