"Shelly!"

Poke.

It was just past midnight.  A waxing half moon sat high in the sky, shining lights onto the cool earth below, and into the wooden cabin that the final five of Brawl of the Objects slept in.

The moonlight granted enough sight for anyone who wanted to sneak around in the night.

"Shelly!" The voice hissed.  A young male shield, otherwise known as Shieldy, crouched by his friend Shelly's bedside.  He shook her lightly, in hopes of waking her up.

No such results were yielded.

Shieldy furrowed his eyebrows.  He didn't account for Shelly to not be a light sleeper as he assumed. 

With a yank, Shieldy pulled the blanket off of Shelly, and tossed it aside.  The former shook the female yet again, but this time with a stronger force.

Instinctively, Shelly jolted awake, turning eyes wide to the dark figure that had semi-violently woken her up.  She opened her mouth to shriek for help, but Shieldy was quicker, clapping a hand before a peep could escape.

"Shh!  It's just me!" Shieldy reassured a frightened Shelly.  Upon realizing who it was, Shelly's fear turned to one of slight annoyedness.

Shelly removed Shieldy's hand from her mouth, and spat, "You better have a good reason for waking me up like that!  It's the middle of the night, why are you awake?"

"I wanted to show you something!" Shieldy replied with his usual childish spirit, like Shelly's response didn't faze him at all. "Come with me!"

However, Shelly was skeptical.  This could be one of Shieldy's pranks, for all she knew.  And while she didn't want to be a target of the male's mischief yet again, Shelly couldn't resist the sparkles in his eyes.

Giving in with a sigh, Shelly gracefully hopped off her bed. "Okay, show me."

Beaming, Shieldy quietly led Shelly past the other rooms, down the stairs, and out into the cool night.  The shield briefly relished in the fresh air, and turned upon hearing Shelly's footsteps behind him.

The door closed with a thud; Shelly stood beside Shieldy.

"Okay Shelly, I need you to close your eyes."

"Why?" The skepticism in Shelly rose again. 

"Come on, just do as I say!  I promise I'm not planning anything tricky!" Shieldy pleaded.

"Mmhm." Shelly did as Shieldy instructed, closing her eyes like she was sleeping. 

Gently, Shieldy guided Shelly north, away from the cabin.  He couldn't hide the giddiness in his voice. "And don't open them until I say so!"

Admittedly, Shelly was nervous.  What could Shieldy want to show her at this time?  Couldn't it have waited until morning?  Why her?

She tingled with excitement.  She figured she could just have her hopes up, but maybe it was something Shieldy wanted to show only her.  Maybe it was something special.

Shelly bluntly reminded herself to not sound disappointed if the surprise really was nothing.  Shieldy was childish, and easily excitable.  The thing he wanted to show her could merely be an "interesting" rock.

Although Shieldy wouldn't bring her out alone in the night over a rock, would he?

All these thoughts raced through Shelly's mind as she was led north; arguments, counter-arguments, arguments against those counter-arguments.  And Shieldy didn't betray anything either.  In fact, he was strangely quiet.

Shelly almost didn't notice the smooth swelling and breaking of water growing every step she took.

Waves broke into Shelly's mind, sweeping all but one thought:

The beach!

"Okay, I want you to sit down." Shieldy's voice, now dripping with excitement, came from beside Shelly this time.  She did as she was told, lowering herself onto cool grass.

Grass?  There wasn't grass at the beach.

"Open your eyes!"

In a split second, Shelly had her vision back.  Miles of dark ocean lay before her, the moon's image dancing on the water's surface.  The reason Shelly had sat on grass was because the two objects were atop a moderately high cliff, overlooking the mass of water below.

Shelly didn't dare blink. "This..this is beautiful!" She awed.  Shieldy merely read her face with a satisfied smile.

"Pretty cool, right?" He looked out, taking a deep breath in.  Shelly did likewise, letting her lungs fill with the cool, slightly salty air, and releasing it, putting the female at ease.

"It's great, Shieldy." She smiled at him. 

Shieldy chuckled. "I knew you'd love it."

And with a slight shock, Shelly realized: right now, it was only them.  No one could interrupt her if she wanted to talk. 

"Well, it's pretty late," Shieldy got up. "I'm heading back."

Shelly froze.

'Say something!'

"W-Wait!" Shelly called.  Shieldy turned around, a little surprised by the outburst.

Sheepishly, Shelly continued to speak. "Do you think..we could come out here again?  ..just us?"

"Oh, of course!" Shieldy chirped. "Now come on, we better get back to the cabin."

Practically bouncing up from where she sat, the seashell hurried to match Shieldy's stride.  If it could be just them, Shelly could finally talk to Shieldy.  It's been something she's wanted ever since she met him.

She smiled widely, barely able to contain her excitement.