He sat on the blanket, making a little pile of sand under where he laid his head for support. He yawned, looking at her while she stares into the sunset. He smiles contently, blushing. Suddenly, Jack, make a move! Jackknife, I'm not taking your advice.
"F-Forget swimming..." He stood up, not bothering his messy hair, and grabbed a blanket. A black one. "W-Well... Do y-you w-want me to ca-carry you back?"
He carried her to the car, sitting her on the hood. "Stay here," he sighed. He rummaged through a box in his trunk, collapsing into the car. This happens way too often he thought to himself. The loud "Thunk" alarmed her.
"What, don't tell me you like the jerk holding me back. I'll have you know I hate a lot of people." Yeah, sure, Jackknife. Jack was wanting to roll his eyes. You have no room to speak, smarty. He rolled his eyes.
He spun back around swiftly, tilting sideways, and lifting her by holding his forearm on her back and his hand on her shoulder, his other arm supporting her legs.