Chapter 4 of Love at Sea

Okay here is chapter 4, I'm not sure if it's complete or not, but idk, hope you enjoy.




Chapter 4: The Learning

“Hey, McKayla, do you, maybe, want to, umm… take a walk,” Max asked in a nervous tone.
“Of course,” I answered, not really wanting to tell him I had already walked around this whole ship.
“So, why are you going to Europe?” he asked.
“I’m visiting my uncle before I go off to college.”
“That’s sweet.”
“What about you?”
“Oh, I’m taking a year off before heading off to college. Maybe do some backpacking in Prague. Swimming in Venice, running for office in London, Of course that is if the cops in Venice don’t arrest me first,” he told me with a hint of sarcasm in the end.
“That sounds… exhilarating,” I replied not knowing how to describe the wonderfulness of that adventure.
“Yeah, my older brother went straight to Harvard, and he died.”
“Oh gosh! How? I’m sorry, that was rude, just, sounds strange.”
“Yeah, it’s okay. Everyone reacts that way. He died of stress overload. He worked way hard in high school, then never got to take a break before going to the toughest school in America,” Max explained in the calmest tone.
“Wow!”
“Yeah, so, what college are you going to?”
“The University of Australia.”
“Wow, out of country, that must cost a lode.”
“Full ride in soccer.”
“Oh, you’re a jock.”
“Yeah, not a big one. Just good at a sport that I love.”
“Cool,” he seemed really interested.