"It is your turn to shine, pretty boy." I grinned up at him before pulling his body along with mine as I began walking "It is time for you to win me a giant teddy."

He rolled his eyes, but he let me drag him to the first stall I saw with big cuddly creatures hanging from the roof of the small shack.

I needed something large and warm to cuddle into at night.

Adorable black and white pandas were right in front of me and in reach. They were practically begging to be taken home with their cute little faces.

"No pressure or anything but if you don't win me that panda then I will never speak to you again." I delivered with a small smile, my tone teasing even if my heart would break if I did not leave the pier with a giant panda.

In the apartment that I called home, the room that was once occupied by my parents was now pretty much dedicated to my stuffed animals. I decided to move them out of my room after one traumatising encounter at night. I had woken up to see a snake's eyes looking right into my soul. All of them ultimately were moved into boxes and shoved into the empty room.

It was not like my father needed the space in his bedroom. He was never home.

Pete the Panda would live in my room, however.

Chase took my money and handed it to the old man behind the counter. The stall keeper then handed him three balls which I assumed had to throw into the little cans stacked up two meters away from the both of us.

The footballer raised his hand with one white ball in it and squinted his eye in a concentrated way to aim for the can.

I watched him silently, not wanting to put him off.

He lowered his arm before he could throw the ball and his tone was laced with curiosity when he asked, "What is that over there?"

"Where?"

His arm stretched out towards the sea and the horizon.

I followed the direction in which his finger was pointing and looked at what had him so distracted.

It was a green light. It shone from afar over the dark horizon.

The light that had him so distracted was what I assumed was a light from a boat.

Turning back to the jock, I muttered "I don't know what it is, Old Sport."

Chase's face scrunched up in confusion as he looked down at me laughing my head off at my own reference.

One of my life philosophies was that there was always a reference to be made. Either from a book or movie, there was always a quote to fit every situation. Unless I was feeling overly original and decided to make up my own lines.

I stopped laughing when I noticed that I was the only one that found my remark amusing.

"The Great Gatsby." I told him, trying not to add a duh to the end of my sentence.