Shell

Kyle's smile widens as Misty questions him, but he takes the necessary silence to his advantage and just pulls her along with him, without intention of stopping.

Finally reaching the large rocks, he has his sights set on the big flat one at the top, but to get up there takes getting up onto the first large rock first. Skidding to a halt in the sand, without even hesitating, Kyle grabs Misty around the waist. An expert from all the times with Jen, he swings Misty up into his arms and sets her up on the first rock so she can stand above him. Moving his frame quickly, he vaults himself up next to her and without missing a beat, takes her hand again so she can climb up the rest of the way with him.

The rocks are warm on their bare feet, and Kyle finally finds the spot he was looking for. Flopping down cross-legged, he pats the rock with his hand for Misty to sit too, and tries to catch his breath, his silent laugh almost making him cough.

Eventually settling down, he scans the lake from the little lookout point, sighing with content. The lake was his favorite location, and this was his favorite spot.

Suddenly his eyes widen, a quirky grin spreading and he rolls over onto his stomach, facing away from the lake, and half diving into a crevice between the rock they're sitting on, and the one behind it. Withdrawing his hands, he scoots back up again, presenting an old rusted tin box. Lifting the lid, he reveals a small stash of odd rocks and shells discovered on the beach. No one else ever came up here...no one had ever found his box.

Lying on his side to prop himself up with an elbow, facing Misty, he reaches in and pulls out an amazingly pretty shell for a freshwater lake. A silly grin on his lips, he holds it up in the light, then glance to Misty, reaching it over to her.