Rubbing his eyes tiredly, Tyler headed out of the only bedroom in the tiny trailer. He was clad in only a grey sweatshirt and baggy jeans. It was 'rounding ten o'clock, and the only reason that he was awake was because of the unwanted ray of sunlight shining through the un-curtained window. He glided into the open door on the right side of the hall and entered into the sea-green bathroom.
"Fuck," he muttered, leaning in closer to the mirror to study his sulken eyes. It was obvious that he didn't have an exactly peaceful night. He flipped on the faucet and filled his cupped hands with some of the crystal clear water. Sighing, he splashed some of the water on his face and dried it with a swip of his shirt sleave.
He studied his face for a moment longer before exiting the bathroom. Then slauntering down the hall til he reached the kitchen, which opened up into the medium sized living room. Lindsi sat at the tiny kitchen table, her legs twisted around the bar stool. In front of her sat a napkin filled with tiny crumbs, and a muffin that looked to be torn to pieces.
"Wow, look at that. The serial killer attacks again," he smirked, leaning against the kitchen counter.
Lindsi glanced up at him momentarilly, a disgusted look fixed on her face. "Wow, look at that. Dead man walking." She resumed to picking apart her muffin.
"Fuck off, Weaver," he added sharply. His attention flashing to Brooke who sat across the table from Lindsi, quietly ripping off a chunk of a muffin. Gently she tossed it into her mouth, keeping her eyes on the table. Not looking up once since Tyler walked into the room.
After a few more minutes of standing in the shadows, Tyler shifted slightly. He pulled himself up onto the counter, letting his legs dangle off of the edge. "So, where did those come from?" he inquired, letting his head rest against the cupboards.
"These?" Brooke giggled, lifting her half eated muffin in the air. "We got them at the cafe down on the boardwalk. It was called something along the lines of unusual."
"Unique," Lindsi corrected, "it's called unique."
"Oh, yeah! That was it," she giggled, "we walked down there around nine this morning. Malibu is so beautiful. Tyler, I'm so surprised that you are up before noon."
Lindsi quickly added,"yeah, if we would of known you were going to get your ass out of bed. We could of picked up something for you to eat too. I guess that we figured by the time you got up, we'd be having lunch."
Tyler shot her a single glare, before yanking himself off of the kitchen counter and excelling across the trailer. He flopped down into one of the worn cream colored chairs, staring tiredly out the large picture window. He could see the same waves they ran into last night washing onto the shore. The only difference was the small specks of colors running about the shoreline...tourists.
"I'm suprised that you two aren't on the beach already," Tyler stated quietly to himself.
Lindsi, having heard him, spun quickly on her stool. "Hello, Ty?" she spat, rolling her eyes, "the sun isn't exactly it's greatest at ten in the morning."
Brooke snickered, "yeah, you see. Lindsi here, she likes to see the lifeguards sweating. Not just freshly powered and sitting relaxed on their chairs."
"Although, even if they are freshly powered, they do look pretty fine now. Brookie, picture this. This muscular, but not overly because that's repulsive, guy sitting lonely in his stand. His olive-gold tan glowing in the morning sunlight."
"That wouldn't be possible," she grinned, "the sun shines from the other side, it would cast a shadow on him in the morning...he'd be graced by sunlight at dawn."
Lindsi wrinkled her nose slightly, "you're right."
"However," Brooke went on, "you could always just pretend to be drowning. That way he'd have to get out of his stand, into the water, and swim out to save you in his cute red board shorts."
"Mmm, you mean he'd get all wet and sweaty from that quick paced swim," she giggled. Glancing down at her muffin, she carefully wedged a raisan out of the bread.
"And if you pretended to have too much water in your lungs, mouth to mouth would be needed," Brooke added quickly.
Lindsi sprung up from her spot, "Babe! that's a brillant idea!" Quickly she wrapped up her hardly eaten muffin in the napkin. "Come on, Brooke. Let's go to the beach." she urged, tucking a strand of brown hair behind her ear.
"Hold up," she whined, "I'm not finished with my muffin yet."
"Well, come on," Linds coaxed, "Eat up, quick, quick, quick."
"Christ, Lindsi," Tyler shot across the room, "The lifeguards aren't going anywhere. And aren't you supposed to like, umm, wait a hour before swimming after eating?"
"You know what, Tyler?" she growled, "How about if you mind your own business? The entire trip so far you've been snapping rude ass comments to me."
"Eat me, bitch," He spat, standing up and pushing past her. Heading to the back of the trailer again, probably planning to hook up the Playstation 2 somewhere.
"You done?" Lindsi inquired, tilting her head slightly.
*
"You lost it?" Brooke smirked, "How the hell could you lose it? We haven't exactly been anywhere where you could use it. I mean, there wasn't even a jacuzzi in the hotel we stayed at."
Lindsi looked up from one of her three bags, a disturbed expression fixed on her face. "Okay, so maybe I didn't exactly lose it...but maybe, maybe I forgot to pack it. I always forget something. Although, never have I forgot something that I would be using every day. I mean, fuck, I think I packed like three!"
"Four," her friend corrected, "you told me you were bringing the purple one, the yellow one with blue flowers, your halter blue one and the new aqua one you just got at Gadzooks before we left."
"Oh, yeah," she smirked, digging through another one of her bags. "Shorts, shoes, tanks, and everything else but my damn suits!" Lindsi suddenly stopped, sinking to the floor infront of her bags. An upset look plastered across her once joyous face.
"Listen," Brooke sighed, "They are probably still in the car, did you forget a bag?"
Lindsi whined, "No. No way, I only packed three bags." She sat up again and began to unzip the side pockets on her duffle bag. Once she had pulled out her make-up case and walkman, a layer of colorful fabrics lined the bottom of the pocket. "I found them! All four of them gorgeous bikini's." she cheered, snatching a handful and waving them in the air.
"Awesome!" she grinned, "Now, hopefully it won't take another hour for you to find the perfect one to wear."
"I already know which one I want to wear," Linds giggled, "The new aqua colored one, of course. Never been worn, and revealing enough to make them lifeguard's eyes shift from the ocean to this body." She motioned slightly to herself, before grabbing both pieces of her aqua bikini and rushing across the trailer to the bathroom.
Brooke flopped down into the cream colored chair that Tyler had been in perviously that day and gazed out the open window. She could see miles and miles of sand graced by the clear ocean. Even though she wasn't right there standing in the midsts of it. She could feel the sand burning her bare feet and the breeze blowing hints of the cool ocean on her bare skin.
The smell of over done hotdogs coming from the boardwalk, mixed with the scent of suntan oil could be smelt. The soft call of the waves brushing past were soothing and the sound of the children laughing as they made sand castles. Brooke blinked, and shifted suddenly. The laughing she heard in the distance wasn't the youngsters on the beach, but instead her best friend.
"Babe? Are you ready to go?" Lindsi questioned, her once flowing locks were tied up at the back of her head. Only a few stray wisps fell around her face.
"I have been," she made clear, "ever since we threw away our muffins."
"Oh yeah," Lindsi wrinkled her nose slightly, grabbing onto the towels and cooler that Brooke had put together while Lindsi was in search of her "lost" swimwear. She slide on a pair of Brooke's aqua sandals and headed for the front door of the trailer. Even though she didn't glance back to see if her friend was coming, she was assured that Brooke wasn't far behind.
The second she stepped out of the trailer, the familiar smell of Malibu came floating back to her. The same smell she had recognized as they drove in the night before and the same smell that greeted her at nine this morning. If she could remember anything about this trip when she got home, it would be the warm, tempting winds that forced a smile on her face.
It wasn't long before both girls were walking down the length of the beach, their eyes glued to every lifeguard stand. The warm sand and blinding sun was slowing them down as they headed away from the trailer. "Hey, Lindsi," Brooke whined, "I think this spot is fine."
Lindsi tilted her head back slightly, a platinum smile covered her face. "But, we haven't had a glimpse of every lifeguard on the beach," she replied.
"Yeah, and do you know exactly how many lifeguards are here? Lindsi! It would take hours to walk up and down the Malibu shoreline, scooping all of them!" her friend pointed out. "But if you really want to Lindsi. Go right ahead, skip up and down this beach. But me, I'm going to lay right here, and work on this." She pointed to her slightly pale skin.
"Cold in Wisconsin," Lindsi remembered outloud, "You sure as hell need a olive tan."
Brooke let a half smile play her lips as she layed out a plain white beach towel in the sand. She yanked off her jean shorts and plopped down on her newly made spot. Lindsi threw her towel down next to her friends, joining her in the sand. "Not going to run laps up and down the shore, 'eh?" Brooke shot, pulling a bottle of sun tan oil out of her bag.
"Since I saw the lifeguard over there," Lindsi pointed towards the nearest white stand. "I decided that, hell, you have good taste in picking out the perfect lifeguard."
For the first time, Brooke tilted her head towards the lifeguard stand. "Oh my! Lindsi, I know him!" she squealed.
"What?" Lindsi inquired, pulling the aviator sunglasses off her face and studying the guy. "Where the hell have you met that fine specimen and why didn't I get to meet him!?"
"Because you met Barb instead," Brooke giggled, "That is so crab man, unless crab man has a twin."
"Which I wouldn't mind," she grinned.
"Okay, than that's that," Brooke stated, "Go talk to him then and see if it's crab man."
"No way!" Linds cried, "My luck, and he will end up being a gay guy. I'm not going to just walk up to him and find out he talks and acts like...yeah. So, forget it."
"But Weaver," Brooke grinned, "If you go and drown yourself...well not literally. But when he comes to save you, you can tell if he is gay or not. That way you'll know before you hit on him."
Lindsi laughed, "brilliant!" She stood up quickly, and began to strut towards the ocean. All the while, making sure that the ties on the sides of her suit wouldn't come undone. The water was cooler than she had expected and sent a shrill of tingles up her spine.
She waded out into the middle of the ocean, until she could barely touch the squishy sand. Taking a deep breath, she began to splash her arms about, bobbing herself up and down in the water like a dummy. "HELP!" she cried, trying to sound serious, and choked back her giggles. "HELP ME!"