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If I were to write a novella or a longer fiction piece and use the magical system that is established in H2O, would I need to watch Mako Mermaids as well ? I know we see there are other moon pools with Bella, but in general from what I understand is

1. any water outside of your body turns you into a mermaid

2)to be in a moon pool on a full moon makes you a mermaid or if already a mermaid can take your powers away for 12 hours (or completely once every 50 years)

3. the rate they turn into mermaids is determined by how much water actually touched them so the more water means the quicker they will turn

4. their powers from the basic three they got originally would be normal for a core moon pool but something like the smaller moon pool could give out the coagulation power that Bella has

5. the extra powers the girls got were from a different full moon episode, and would require all three mermaids to be present in the pool to receive them

6. the moon pool would be located somewhere that typically is closed off like how Mako is surrounded by sharks and why most people don’t go there besides the daredevils and the insane like Charlotte

Are there any other worldly system things I missed ? I couldn’t think of anything for the later half of season three since I haven’t watched that far yet !

The empty booth and half knocked back drinks; it’s always the same. Stuck cleaning up the mess after the girls run away to go on whatever adventure they’re up to again without me. I was getting sick of them rubbing it in my face all the time, how easy it was for them to move on and forget about me–about our friendship. How was I suddenly so easily replaceable? Was I even replaced? Was I just so unliked by them that not being there makes no difference? 

It didn't help that Cleo felt like she was going back and forth on her decision. It didn't help that Emma was the only voice of reason, but decided to stay out of it. It didn't help that Rikki gave me a death stare any time I was around like I was at the center of all the worlds' problems. It didn't help that I felt like I lost my three closest friends in an instant over a decision that wasn't even mine.

My stomach felt like the shark infested waters of Mako, unpredictable and vulnerable. Trudging over to the empty booth, I grabbed the half-drunk smoothie glasses left behind and crumpled up the scattered napkins that laid underneath them. I paused for a moment and listened to the sounds of the cafe. The blender whirring, customers coming up and asking for new drinks Ash put on the menu, and the agitated complaints from the pool table. I hated how silent life felt without them. The time for sulking was over, yet the bright yellow of the paper napkins felt like they were mocking me. 

Be happy. 

But all I could think was “*your friends don’t care about you. They don’t even remember you. They can’t even stand being near you that they leave as soon as you enter the cafe”.* 

The glasses were still cool, condensation pooled around my fingers, everything, just everything was reminding me of her. 

Of them. 

Them. 

I was so exhausted from dealing with this, with them, with it all. They’ve acted like I don’t have my own life going on, my own problems. I couldn’t always be there to do whatever they wanted. As perfect and awesome as I’d like to think I am, I could only handle so much, let alone deal with their secrets. 

But why does she always look like she’s going to cry when she sees me? What did I do so wrong? It was her choice to break up with me. Soft fingertips found their way curling around my shoulder, brushing slightly across the beige vest I bought just last week. I’d like to say I looked cool, even manly as I turned around to face who I thought she was, but judging by the way I not only was being looked at by a different person, but she looked worried for me, I’m going to say I might’ve spun a bit faster than I needed to. 

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Her smile fell a bit flat, it had been fizzling out for weeks now, like me. Charlotte. Her eyes scanned my face slowly, then, my neck, and--why was she looking at my shoulders? 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just helping,” I held up the three smoothie glasses awkwardly as I padded my way towards the counter of the juice bar. Even though my heart was beating somewhat rapidly, half excited from seeing Charlotte, and half disappointed she wasn't Ivy, it felt weird. Giving the glasses back with a curt nod, I walked back over to the chair I had been sitting at and grabbed my messenger bad and slung it over my shoulder. “Ready?” my raised eyebrows felt too high, my smile somewhat too forced, but still, I held my hand out and she intertwined her fingers with mine. In her other hand she held a new plastic to-go cup filled with whatever juice she asked for. I couldn't remember if she likes sweet juices or tart ones. Or if she would get juices at all or smoothies like the girls.

We passed through the beaded curtain of the cafe, the sun blinding my eyes as she directed me down the ramp, always my guide, she was. “Do you want to go to the beach today, or do you want to take me out on your boat?” she asked as her steps became playful, her smile wider and filled with some sort of hope. Sometimes it had become too infectious to not smile back, so I did, but not nearly as radiant or wide as hers. I knew I liked her, but the silent question prodding at the back of my mind of if I liked her as much as I liked Cleo was one I had to choke on.

“Yeah, let’s go out the boat.” I nodded in agreement with her and we headed towards the fishing docks. We kept bumping into each other over and over and laughing up a storm as we walked deeper into the depths of the salty ocean air. 

I would make this work, I decided; she chose me and she actually wants me around. She hopped in the boat with her content smile as usual, happy to have her way, or maybe just happy to be with me. Though, no matter how much I would try to convince myself or the girls, we'd all say it wasn't because she was happy to be with me. She just wanted to know their secret, or to be the catalyst of their downfall for whatever vendetta she feels she's owed. I never understood why they thought this, why they couldn't just get along with Charlotte, all she ever wanted were friends too. But she has me, and I have her, two of a kind we were. 

She begged and pleaded with me to take her to Mako, I hated this island and would forever hate this island for as long as I lived. The girls loved this place, it's where they all became friends, and right then was where Charlotte's obsession landed for all her drawings and paintings. But, doing my due diligence as a good boyfriend, I took her to Mako Island as she asked while she sipped on the red juice that stained her lips, a deep shade of cranberry that reminded me of Christmas. 

When she laughed, her tongue was as red as a popsicle, I couldn't help but smile and enjoy the small moments as I got them with her. Being with Charlotte was easy, as easy as sipping juice on a Thursday afternoon near Mako's cavernous depths. The windy breeze gliding along the boat and whisking Charlotte's bangs to the side as she clasped her drink tighter, intent on finishing every last drop she paid for was enough to calm me. I could feel my body relax, my shoulders slump and my head dropped with the dumbest smile on my face. 

"What?" she asked, I could hear the smile in her voice and it pulled at me in such a pure way, that I couldn't help but finally look up at her. I thinned my lips and shook my head. 

"Got anything left?" I asked as I looked off towards the caves, noticing how the seaweed had washed along the beach like tossed green spaghetti. 

"My drink?" she lifted the cup to the sky and examined the bottom as she stared through. A satisfied hum hung low from her throat, "A little, why?" her query went unanswered. The boat was far from being stationed, but close enough to the coast that if we fell over, we'd be able to swim up to the beach. I didn't rise fully, but I crouched over towards her half of the boat and squeezed myself next to her, our thighs and upper arms squished together, but it wasn't unpleasant. "Hi?" her confused chuckle was mirrored by mine.

"Hi," the sound of her laugh was like a melody being sung from a music box, I couldn't stop smiling. I wouldn't meet her eyes, it felt too awkward even for me. Instead, I kept my eyes trained on her hands in her lap. The silence was soft, gentle, comforting, and lasted for moments, maybe even a handful more than what was comfortable. 

I felt myself leaning forward, but the action wasn't entirely intentional. Pivoting, I slid down towards where her hands rested on top of her lap. "Hey!" She tapped on my chest and tried to push my shoulder back as I had finished off the rest of the juice through her lightly chewed on straw. Drops of juice dripped along my chin as I fell backward, balancing myself using my right hand on the bottom of the boat. I brought my left hand up to my eyebrow, trying to play it off cool. "Oh...oh." she snickered, using her fingertips to cover her ruby stained lips. 

"What?" I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip, the sweetness of the pomegranate zinging along my tastebuds. 

"You're all red." she gestured to her lips with her own red and pink stained smile. It was becoming her signature color, and maybe mine too.

The empty booth and half knocked back drinks; it’s always the same. Stuck cleaning up the mess after the girls run away to go on whatever adventure they’re up to again without me. I was getting sick of them rubbing it in my face all the time, how easy it was for them to move on and forget about me–about our friendship. How was I suddenly so easily replaceable? Was I even replaced? Was I just so unliked by them that not being there makes no difference? 

It didn't help that Cleo felt like she was going back and forth on her decision. It didn't help that Emma was the only voice of reason, but decided to stay out of it. It didn't help that Rikki gave me a death stare any time I was around like I was at the center of all the worlds' problems. It didn't help that I felt like I lost my three closest friends in an instant over a decision that wasn't even mine.

My stomach felt like the shark infested waters of Mako, unpredictable and vulnerable. Trudging over to the empty booth, I grabbed the half-drunk smoothie glasses left behind and crumpled up the scattered napkins that laid underneath them. I paused for a moment and listened to the sounds of the cafe. The blender whirring, customers coming up and asking for new drinks Ash put on the menu, and the agitated complaints from the pool table. I hated how silent life felt without them. The time for sulking was over, yet the bright yellow of the paper napkins felt like they were mocking me. 

Be happy. 

But all I could think was “*your friends don’t care about you. They don’t even remember you. They can’t even stand being near you that they leave as soon as you enter the cafe”.* 

The glasses were still cool, condensation pooled around my fingers, everything, just everything was reminding me of her. 

Of them. 

Them. 

I was so exhausted from dealing with this, with them, with it all. They’ve acted like I don’t have my own life going on, my own problems. I couldn’t always be there to do whatever they wanted. As perfect and awesome as I’d like to think I am, I could only handle so much, let alone deal with their secrets. 

But why does she always look like she’s going to cry when she sees me? What did I do so wrong? It was her choice to break up with me. Soft fingertips found their way curling around my shoulder, brushing slightly across the beige vest I bought just last week. I’d like to say I looked cool, even manly as I turned around to face who I thought she was, but judging by the way I not only was being looked at by a different person, but she looked worried for me, I’m going to say I might’ve spun a bit faster than I needed to. 

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Her smile fell a bit flat, it had been fizzling out for weeks now, like me. Charlotte. Her eyes scanned my face slowly, then, my neck, and--why was she looking at my shoulders? 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just helping,” I held up the three smoothie glasses awkwardly as I padded my way towards the counter of the juice bar. Even though my heart was beating somewhat rapidly, half excited from seeing Charlotte, and half disappointed she wasn't Cleo, it felt weird. Giving the glasses back with a curt nod, I walked back over to the chair I had been sitting at and grabbed my messenger bad and slung it over my shoulder. “Ready?” my raised eyebrows felt too high, my smile somewhat too forced, but still, I held my hand out and she intertwined her fingers with mine. In her other hand she held a new plastic to-go cup filled with whatever juice she asked for. I couldn't remember if she likes sweet juices or tart ones. Or if she would get juices at all or smoothies like the girls.

We passed through the beaded curtain of the cafe, the sun blinding my eyes as she directed me down the ramp, always my guide, she was. “Do you want to go to the beach today, or do you want to take me out on your boat?” she asked as her steps became playful, her smile wider and filled with some sort of hope. Sometimes it had become too infectious to not smile back, so I did, but not nearly as radiant or wide as hers. I knew I liked her, but the silent question prodding at the back of my mind of if I liked her as much as I liked Cleo was one I had to choke on.

“Yeah, let’s go out the boat.” I nodded in agreement with her and we headed towards the fishing docks. We kept bumping into each other over and over and laughing up a storm as we walked deeper into the depths of the salty ocean air. 

I would make this work, I decided; she chose me and she actually wants me around. She hopped in the boat with her content smile as usual, happy to have her way, or maybe just happy to be with me. Though, no matter how much I would try to convince myself or the girls, we'd all say it wasn't because she was happy to be with me. She just wanted to know their secret, or to be the catalyst of their downfall for whatever vendetta she feels she's owed. I never understood why they thought this, why they couldn't just get along with Charlotte, all she ever wanted were friends too. But she has me, and I have her, two of a kind we were. 

She begged and pleaded with me to take her to Mako, I hated this island and would forever hate this island for as long as I lived. The girls loved this place, it's where they all became friends, and right then was where Charlotte's obsession landed for all her drawings and paintings. But, doing my due diligence as a good boyfriend, I took her to Mako Island as she asked while she sipped on the red juice that stained her lips, a deep shade of cranberry that reminded me of Christmas. 

When she laughed, her tongue was as red as a popsicle, I couldn't help but smile and enjoy the small moments as I got them with her. Being with Charlotte was easy, as easy as sipping juice on a Thursday afternoon near Mako's cavernous depths. The windy breeze gliding along the boat and whisking Charlotte's bangs to the side as she clasped her drink tighter, intent on finishing every last drop she paid for was enough to calm me. I could feel my body relax, my shoulders slump and my head dropped with the dumbest smile on my face. 

"What?" she asked, I could hear the smile in her voice and it pulled at me in such a pure way, that I couldn't help but finally look up at her. I thinned my lips and shook my head. 

"Got anything left?" I asked as I looked off towards the caves, noticing how the seaweed had washed along the beach like tossed green spaghetti. 

"My drink?" she lifted the cup to the sky and examined the bottom as she stared through. A satisfied hum hung low from her throat, "A little, why?" her query went unanswered. The boat was far from being stationed, but close enough to the coast that if we fell over, we'd be able to swim up to the beach. I didn't rise fully, but I crouched over towards her half of the boat and squeezed myself next to her, our thighs and upper arms squished together, but it wasn't unpleasant. "Hi?" her confused chuckle was mirrored by mine.

"Hi," the sound of her laugh was like a melody being sung from a music box, I couldn't stop smiling. I wouldn't meet her eyes, it felt too awkward even for me. Instead, I kept my eyes trained on her hands in her lap. The silence was soft, gentle, comforting, and lasted for moments, maybe even a handful more than what was comfortable. 

I felt myself leaning forward, but the action wasn't entirely intentional. Pivoting, I slid down towards where her hands rested on top of her lap. "Hey!" She tapped on my chest and tried to push my shoulder back as I had finished off the rest of the juice through her lightly chewed on straw. Drops of juice dripped along my chin as I fell backward, balancing myself using my right hand on the bottom of the boat. I brought my left hand up to my eyebrow, trying to play it off cool. "Oh...oh." she snickered, using her fingertips to cover her ruby stained lips. 

"What?" I swiped my tongue over my bottom lip, the sweetness of the pomegranate zinging along my tastebuds. 

"You're all red." she gestured to her lips with her own red and pink stained smile. It was becoming her signature color, and maybe mine too.

 “I just don’t see it.” Cleo’s shoulders shrugged with an exaggerated sigh as she sank deeper into the booth. Resting her arm on the table, she mindlessly poked her straw around in her juice cup, looking down in light contemplation. 

“There’s no chemistry there. At least with Byron she tried to seduce the guy during the full moon. She hated Ash from the beginning, wouldn’t it make sense?” Rikki leaned across the table, her cup stood between her and Cleo’s, almost acting as collateral damage. 

“Emma’s smart. She’s really smart. But she isn’t mean.” Looking up, Cleo’s eyes were filled with disappointment, whether it was with Rikki or with the possibility of Emma doing something to hurt Ash, it could’ve been both. 

The pair went quiet for a moment and would have stayed that way until one of them eventually made the move to leave, had it not been for Lewis showing up. He greeted the girls after ordering a juice and slid into the booth next to Cleo. Setting down his bag, he looked from Cleo to Rikki, silence still looming over the table. 

“Something wrong?” he asked as he put both arms on the table, interlacing his fingers together, a half-aware smile playing about his lips. He looked to Rikki first, yet her eyes were trained on Cleo. Eyebrows raised up and lips thinned in a strained grimace attempting to be a smile-not-smile. Lewis followed her line of sight to Cleo, where she was looking up at one of the photos hanging on the wall. “Cleo,” Lewis prompted, knowing she was intentionally not meeting his gaze. She hummed shortly, and started to ramble on about the photo she locked in on as a distraction. “Cleo, what’s going on?” he attempted once more, shifting himself to face her head on. She spoke over his question, intent on not bringing up the previous conversation, but Lewis wasn’t one to let things go especially when things felt like they were intentionally being kept from him. She got sidetracked to a tangent anyways that led back to the Marine park’s new installation feature to drive tourism up. “Cleo!” Lewis had enough of the dodging. She went silent as she laid her back flat against the back of the booth. 

“Rikki thinks Emma is planning something against Ash.” she finally relents the information as she crosses her arms. 

“What?” Lewis turns to Rikki, not only confusion twisting his face, but the scoff that scraped up his throat was enough to dismiss the notion as serious without explanation. 

“Think about it,” Rikki leaned forward once more, hushing her tone, worried as if Emma would walk up and catch them in the act. “She hated Ash when she met him, thought she was better than him at everything, even with the supervisor's job at the JuiceNet. Then fell in love from him forcing most of it–he tried to throw her in the water! Not only did she tell him our secret, but then she’s fine just traveling the world, leaving him behind and expecting him to wait for her without ever saying when she’ll be back? She’s leading him on at best and planning something at worst. Face it, she has more chemistry with a pool.”

A quiet hush fell over the group once Rikki’s rambling was done and Lewis drew in a sharp breath. “I can’t believe this.” he brought his thumb up to his lips, placing it between them as he tapped his teeth against his thumbnail. 

“I know.” Rikki agreed, a smirk that screamed Know-It-All had overtaken her face almost cheerfully as if she had been proven correct. 

“You’re jealous, Rikki. And you need to focus on your own relationship. You’re so upset with what’s going on with Zane’s dad and Mako that you’re trying to blame Emma for not being here.” Cleo’s voice was stern, her eyes had hardened, and her lips were twisted into a scowl.

“Look, if you want to go out there, that’s your choice. But I’m not going to risk my life because some old book told me to.” His eyebrows were crinkled as if he were disgusted by the suggestion. A look so venomous that I could’ve slapped it off him in an instant. 

“I don’t believe it any more than you do, but clearly something is wrong here. No one has seen them and their phones are turned off. I know you don’t care about anyone but yourself, but for once I thought you would’ve actually cared about your girlfriend.” Crossing my arms, the sigh that tumbled from my lips felt prickly against my throat. The heat was especially unruly that day, it licked at my forearms and left beads pooling at the nape of my neck. 

He silently walked past me and down towards the end of the docks; his strides were long and hurried. I quickly followed behind him, not one to let things go, especially when my friends were in danger, I was already devising a plan. 

“You’ll feel guilty if anything happens to her and you did nothing to help, you know.” My voice commanded his attention, yet beckoned none. The sounds of the waves overlapping my words too loudly as we approached his zodiac felt like my attempts were washing away with the ocean. I needed his help before it was too late, and if he couldn’t realize that then he would need to realize it. “I’ll tell her about the girl at the JuiceNet.” 

He stopped dead in his tracks, turning around with his arms swinging and an exasperated smirk plastered across his face. “What?” The shake of his head as he tried to play coy only fueled my frustration further. 

“The girl at the JuiceNet. I saw you with her.” I didn’t feel the need to divulge more information, because now he knows that I know what he’s been up to. He looked off for a moment, maybe contemplating another lie. 

“Look,” he raised his hand, emphasizing his make-believe point, “you don’t know what you’re talking about. Now get in the zodiac and let’s find them.” He bent down to untie the anchoring rope and quickly got in himself. He looked back when I hadn’t moved an inch from where he had left me. Without saying another word, his eyes intensified–they hardened in such a stern state that the seriousness overtaking him made me actually contemplate his character in the moment. 

It was during that moment however that he started the zodiac and began to drive it forward without me. Confusion overtook my limbs and all I remember was pushing off the wooden dock as I sprang into the air. Diving head first into the boat, I landed sideways across the front of it, grasping the front near the steering wheel. I scrambled towards his side and planted myself next to him.

Smoothing my hair over and straightening my polo shirt out, I looked towards him and caught his gaze, noticing that same coy smirk on his face. Stepping on the gas, we rushed out towards Mako. My back hit the bench from the full force of the throttle and his thigh hit mine as he tried to hold tight on the wheel.

Trying to maneuver around the other boats surrounding us wasn’t easy for him, he almost crashed us twice, and I definitely lectured him at least twice, but never once did he move his thigh away from mine.

The empty booth and half knocked back drinks; it’s always the same. Stuck cleaning up the mess after they run away to go on whatever adventure they’re up to again without me. I was getting sick of them rubbing it in my face all the time, how easy it was for them to move on and forget about me–about our friendship. How was I suddenly so easily replaceable? Was I even replaced? Was I just so unliked by them that not being there makes no difference? 

My stomach felt like the shark infested waters of Mako, unpredictable and vulnerable. Trudging over to the empty booth, I grabbed the half-drunk smoothie glasses left behind and crumpled up the scattered napkins that laid underneath them. The bright yellow of the paper felt like it was mocking me. 

Be happy. 

But all I could think was “your friends don’t care about you. They don’t even remember you. They can’t even stand being near you that they leave as soon as you enter the cafe”. 

The glasses were still cool, condensation pooled around my fingers, everything, just everything was reminding me of her. 

Of them. 

Them. 

I was so exhausted from dealing with this, with them, with it all. They’ve acted like I don’t have my own life going on, my own problems. I couldn’t always be there to do whatever they wanted. As perfect and awesome as I'd like to think I am, I could only handle so much.

But why does she always look like she’s going to cry when she sees me? What did I do so wrong? It was her choice. Soft fingertips found their way on my shoulder, brushing slightly across the beige vest I bought just last week. I’d like to say I looked cool, even manly as I turned around to face who I thought she was, but judging by the way I not only was being looked at by a different person, but she looked worried for me, I’m going to say I might’ve spun a bit faster than I needed to. 

“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost or something.” Her smile fell a bit flat, it had been fizzling out for weeks now, like me. Her eyes scanned my face, my neck, why was she looking at my shoulders? 

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just helping,” I held up the three smoothie glasses awkwardly as I padded my way towards the counter of the juice bar. Giving the glasses back with a curt nod, I walked back over to the chair I had been sitting at and grabbed my messenger bad and slung it over my shoulder. “Ready?” my raised eyebrows felt too high, my smile somewhat too forced, but still, I held my hand out and she intertwined her fingers with mine. We passed through the beaded curtain of the JuiceNet Cafe, the sun blinding my eyes as she directed me down the ramp.

“Do you want to go to the beach today, or do you want to take me out on your boat?” she asked as her steps became playful, her smile wider and filled with some sort of hope. Sometimes it had become too infectious to not smile back, so I did, but not nearly as radiant or wide as hers. 

“Yeah, let’s go out the boat.” I nodded in agreement with her and we headed towards the fishing docks. We kept bumping into each other over and over and laughing up a storm as we walked deeper into the depths of the salty ocean air.

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I'm trying to work on writing with dynamic characters and maybe just write the worst thing known to man, but, I'm going to write it. Give me your couple pairings that would break my OG H2O loving brain, please !!

I've seen some people pair Emma with Zane before purely based off their different energies and loved the chaotic nature of it !

The water shone brightly; the dark, luminal blue lit up the cavern as I floated in the moon pool. Nightfall was only shortly ago, yet it looked as though it could have been midnight. My fingertips had gone pruney, my hair stiffening from the water, and droplets drying on my face tightly. But, it didn’t matter because he came up for air, gasping loudly as if he had been drowning. I had only been ahead of him for a moment, at least I thought. 

“Did you forget me?” he sounded annoyed and panicked, flailing about, trying to get hold of the smoothed stones at the pool's edge.

His wet suit flexed and stretched across his back forming ripples of trapped air, accentuated his contorting body as water splashed back at me, spraying across my face and into my right eye.

“No,” my mouth had fallen agape as I tried to swipe the excess water from my face, the word drawn out as I did so. “I thought you were right behind me.” dropping my right arm down to the stone edging, the wet slap softly echoed throughout the cavern. He snapped around, his hair dripping down into his eyes. Splotched in hues of semi-dried blonde and soaked dark blonde strands, it framed his face so angularly and brought out the shine in his eyes. Though, it could’ve been from the pool’s reflection. 

“Right behind you? That was five minutes ago, I could’ve drowned.” his nasally voice should have instilled me with some form of guilt, but all I could feel was the smirk slowly forming across my lips. “You’re lucky I’m an expert swimmer.” His hands were on his hips, right leg partially bent to the side, he was completely serious.

“You? An expert swimmer?” my smile had become too hard to manage, it turned into a half-scoff-half-laugh. 

“Yes, me. How else do you think I was able to make it here without dying, no thanks to you?” he waved his snorkel at me as he treaded closer, stopping once he reached the edge. The invisible line between us felt almost electrifying. 

As he sighed, he bent down at the edge and submerged his legs in the water, haphazardly gliding them through. The sheer sand blanketing portions of the stone had clung to the underside of his knees. If it hadn’t been for the sounds of water splashing, it would have been dead silent. 
As he held onto his snorkel in his left hand, he let the fingers of his right hand dance among the sand and drew lazy pictures of stars, swirls, and then he stopped once he reached in front of me. I picked up where he left off and slowly etched out a heart. My gaze traveled from his shoulders to his face, taking stock of the smattering of freckles that spewed across his nose and cheeks like stars in the sky.

The deep, salty scent of the ocean infiltrated my nose as I shifted on the sand. Putting my red flip flops aside, I dusted off the clinging bits of sand to my fraying jean shorts and squeezed my knees. The sigh of relief escaping through my nose was exaggerated, but felt right. The ocean, the sand, the salt, it all felt like home and I missed being back. An assortment of rocks danced around my vision before I could really place myself onto anything. The wet dewdrops clung to the few blades of grass that poked through the sand. Rocks so rigid and cracked that I used to cut myself as I crawled only what was a year ago, but felt like six. The lace of white waving back and forth, enticingly, compelling me to come, inviting, so ominously, it was a death wish, for it was mid morning. I knew it couldn’t, and that I wouldn’t. 

“Hey,” sand kicked up behind me, hitting the back of my vibrant red tank top as I peered over my left shoulder. Straight black hair enveloped my vision and the same sly smile I had grown accustomed to meeting only in the oddest of hours graced me. “Thought you’d be here.” he half heartedly waved a paper pamphlet and nodded towards me. 

“They’ll be swarming the coast tomorrow. Thought I’d get one last look in before it’s gone forever.” I squinted back over to the expanse of the water, it stretched for miles and miles. The heat wasn’t so miserable that day, but I could still feel the straggling hair sticking out of my twin braids poking the nape of my neck. 

“They won’t be. I’ll get my dad to back off. The coast will be safe. You’ll be safe,” he laid his entire palm on the middle of my upper arm ever so softly. His skin was warm, yet clammy. I met his gaze, but I couldn't trust him, I knew him, and I knew his dad. Ruthless, out for themselves, not caring for what or who stood in their way. No matter the price. Yet, he stood up for me, hadn’t he?  I shook my head, pushed off of my own knees and rushed into the water without a care. I needed a swim and to get out of there.

The deep, salty scent of the ocean infiltrated my nose as I shifted on the sand. Putting my red flip flops aside, I dusted off the clinging bits of sand to my fraying jean shorts and squeezed my knees. The sigh of relief escaping through my nose was exaggerated, but felt right. The ocean, the sand, the salt, it all felt like home and I missed being back. An assortment of rocks danced around my vision before I could really place myself onto anything. The wet dewdrops clung to the few blades of grass that poked through the sand. Rocks so rigid and cracked that I used to cut myself as I crawled only what was a year ago, but felt like six. The lace of white waving back and forth, enticingly, compelling me to come, inviting, so ominously, it was a death wish, for it was mid morning. I knew it couldn’t, and that I wouldn’t. 

“Hey,” sand kicked up behind me, hitting the back of my vibrant red tank top as I peered over my left shoulder. Straight black hair enveloped my vision and the same sly smile I had grown accustomed to meeting only in the oddest of hours graced me. “Thought you’d be here.” he half heartedly waved a paper pamphlet and nodded towards me. 

“They’ll be swarming the coast tomorrow. Thought I’d get one last look in before it’s gone forever.” I squinted back over to the expanse of the water, it stretched for miles and miles. The heat wasn’t so miserable that day, but I could still feel the straggling hair sticking out of my twin braids poking the nape of my neck. 

“They won’t be. I’ll get my dad to back off. The coast will be safe. You’ll be safe,” he laid his entire palm on the middle of my upper arm ever so softly. His skin was warm, yet clammy. I met his gaze, but I couldn't trust him, I knew him, and I knew his dad. Ruthless, out for themselves, not caring for what or who stood in their way. No matter the price. Yet, he stood up for me, hadn’t he?  I shook my head, pushed off of my own knees and rushed into the water without a care. I needed a swim and to get out of there.

Does anyone make or sell merch of this show ? I’ve seen some on Etsy but it’s generally the same handful of items and that’s about it. I wish there was a larger current active community of H2O I’m dying to make new friends in the community.

Hi everyone !

I was wondering, as someone who hasn’t had many friends or good friendships, how do you write a cohesive and believable friendship ? In general..does anyone have any tips on how to write characters with a good friendship ?

I’ve watched plenty of shows that are centered around friendship and friends in general, but they’ve been criticized for how childish or selfish or rude to each other the characters were and want to know if anyone has any advice on how to go about this ?

I appreciate anything and everything, thank you ! ! !

Hi everyone ! I just joined and had a few questions !

How do you guys get your inspiration ? Do you think of some sort of story or just find a collection on Pinterest and make up a cute board ? I’ve seen so many that so already so inspiring haha

Hi, I was curious if there would be a big thesis required for a BA for Creative Writing or if it's like all the other classes where it's just a regular project. I've got two years left to go, and wanted to hear from other students.

Okay, without any spoilers, what is your opinion on charlotte? This is my first watch through and girl is already giving me weird vibes.

The whole plot surrounded the rain and the girls not being able to go to the bus or else they’d turn into mermaids.

Cleo can manipulate water movement so why didn’t she just manipulated to fall around the girls as they waked instead of the whole lying ordeal and making Emma’s mom feel like it was her fault for their mysterious illness?

I’m only 8:54 into the episode but I was curious why that wasn’t thought of !

Has anyone been able to actually make friends in the MLPFIM/EG community ? I’ve been dying to make more friendships around my interests and was wondering if anyone found it doable !

For reference I’m a woman in my 20’s and would love friends around my age who also love MLP so I can share photos of all my pony figurines and art doodles !

Edit: I mainly have been wanting to make friends since it's been hard for me lately and I think a great place to start would be somewhere like here !

I just joined a new club through my school and they gave me an email that I can get into however because it doesn’t require a password every time I try to log into it it doesn’t work. What can I do to get into this email since it doesn’t have a password but it keeps asking me for one.