"Well, you keep wetting me when you splash water on me." He scooped more water in his hand but did nothing with it.
Denella gave him a look. "You better not." she warned.
But he did. So, she splashed more water on him. Soon enough, he grabbed her and shoved her into the water. She emerged from the water quickly.
"I'm going to," she spit enough water out to fill a small aquarium, "kill you!" She coughed a few times.
"Ouch, that hurts." he muttered as he died with laughter. "Okay, I'm sorry." He still had the biggest smile on his face. He looked like a little kid who had just made his brother pee himself and couldn't help but laugh. He offered a hand.
Denella grabbed his hand, and instead of him helping her out, she pulled him inside of the water. She started laughing as he disappeared beneath the deep, blue water. It had been a few seconds already, but she couldn't see him. He wasn't coming out of the water.
"Raphael? Raphael, where are you?" she laughed some more. "Okay, you got me. You can come out now."
But there was still no answer.
Denella started to get worried. Where was he? When he pushed her in, she had resurfaced in seconds. He wasn't coming out. "Ahhhh!" she screamed.
He had gone behind her and popped out of the water to scare her.
"You're crazy. You actually scared me." she said as she noticed the fact that he was laughing again.
"I have to admit, that was pretty funny. I have never heard someone scream like that before."
She punched him in the shoulder and splashed more water on him.
"Oh, I see. You want to splash more water on me. You realize that's how all this started, right?"
She chuckled.
He splashed more water on her. Then, he grabbed her and dove into the water. When they resurfaced, his arms were wrapped around her waist. Their faces were inches apart. Her hazel eyes had a gleam in it, and they were sparkling in the sunlight as she looked in Raphael's brown eyes. He leaned forward and put one of his hands on her cheeks.
"Excuse me," A woman from the dock shouted with a heavy African accent. "You are not supposed to be out in the water after six." she explained.
Raphael and Denella started laughing as they got back on their canoe and paddled to the shore.
Later, Denella sat down on the shore. The beach was beautiful. The sun was going to set soon and the birds had already said goodnight. The skies were coloured in yellow, orange, pink and purple. The ripples of water reflected the dancing sparkles of the sun, and the waves were crashing softly onto the shore. At the corners of her eyes she could see Raphael's silhouette.