Drowning

Reef and I snuck off to go surfing, it was stupid, I know, but sometimes I just can't say "no" to him.  Especially when he looks at me with those puppy-dog eyes and juts out his bottom lip.
He had found a secluded part of the beach where the waves were just right and the crowd was nonexistent.  It was perfect for the two of us to ride wave after wave without having to worry about running into other surfers or dodging inattentive swimmers.
On a particularly big wave I zigged when I should have zagged.  I lost my balance and my board shot from underneath me.  As the wave curled around, my board lurched in the water and crashed down on top of me.  It whack me in the head pretty good.  I tried to stay afloat but things were getting fuzzy, the water was tossing me, then everything when ocean blue before fading to black and I had the sensation of sinking.
They say before you die your life flashes before your eyes.  That is true, and false.  I did see my life, but it wasn't my entire life.  It was all the parts I had spent with Reef.  All the times we laughed, all the times we surfed and hung out, all the times he smiled at me, and all the times I looked at him wishing I didn't have to pretend I liked girls so I could focus on liking him.
I remembered every time I felt jealous when he flirted with girls; I remembered every time he touched me, meaning to or not; I remembered every time I was in my room jacking off thinking of him looking into my eyes and telling me that he loved me, wanted me, and couldn't wait to be with me.
Then there was a rush of air.  At first it was around me, then inside me, followed by a hard beat on my chest, then another, then another.  A second rush of air, then that same hard beating, but this time I can hear someone yelling my name.
My eyes shot open then clenched tightly as I rolled over and vomited water onto the sand.  I'm coughing and choking and there is someone rubbing my back.  I look over and it's, Reef.  His eyes are blood shot and he's shaking.  The look on his face is absolute horror mixed with relief.  As I'm hacking water from my lungs I can only think about how stupid I must look to him.
"Ty, thank God you're alright," I can hear Reef's voice shaking, "I thought I lost you."
I looked over at him.  His words struck me right in the heart, "I thought I lost you" not "we" but "I".  It was at this point that I did the dumbest thing ever, I cried.  I pulled my knees to my face, wrapped my arms around myself, and just cried.  I couldn't help it, I didn't want him to look at me, but I wanted him there all the same.
"Hey, Ty, it's okay, you're going to be fine," Reef said sympathetically as he wrapped his arms around me and held me.
As I sat there sobbing all I could say to him was, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over again.  At first he said nothing then, when he finally responded with, "It's okay, we're both okay," I noticed that he was sobbing too.
I unfolded my arms and looked at him.  When he looked back I could see the tears streaking down his cheeks.  We tried to smile at he other, but I think we were both shaken by what had happened and what might have happened.
I took a deep breath, placed my hand on his shoulder, leaned over and kissed him.  It wasn't a passionate kiss, like you see in the movies, just a significant touching of our lips.
At first he stared at me and I could see the wheels turning.  Then he touched his lips almost as if he was making sure that what just happened really happened.  I was about to apologize but he scooted beside me, wrapped his arm around my shoulder, and stared out at the ocean.
We sat there for hours, there were no words between us.  The shadows elongated and the sun began to set.  It was just the two of us and the rhythmic crashing of the waves.
As the stars came out he looked at me and whispered, "We're, okay?"
I looked at him and his eyes told me that his words had more meaning than they appeared.  I pressed my forehead against his and replied with a smile, "We're okay".