His eyes glided across her body, she lay in the sand on her back laughing hysterically. He was just about to give her mouth to mouth when she bursted out into a fit of giggles. And to make the laughing worse, her blonde friend had joined in too.
"Lindsi," Brooke choked out between giggles, "that was so classic. You know, like that old movie the sandlots, except you couldn't hold it together to get the kiss."
"I couldn't...I just couldn't," she spat.
"Sucking face with seafood kind of freaked you out, didn't it?" she commented, sitting down in the sand next to her friend. All the while, letting her eyes grace the shoreline.
"Excuse me?" a low, gentle voice asked, slicing their giggles like a knife. For the first time since she reached shore, Lindsi actually looked at her so-called saviour.
The first thing she noticed was his dark brown eyes. They stared at her with confusion, yet they had a soft hint to them that caused her to become instantly intrigued. When she broke her lock with him, she let her eyes travel down his face, to his lips. The same ones that were moments ago inches away from hers. She cursed silently, he was totally gorgeous and she had to laugh.
"What was that about seafood?" he shot, raising a eyebrow slightly. His olive-gold skin shifting as a charming smile slid across his face.
"You know," Brooke said, rolling her eyes. "Don't try and hide it. We know that you're crab man."
He laughed. It was soft and velvety. "You must have seen me when I was working at Shellfishes. It's just a second job that I haven't got rid of," he muttered, "you know, another job when the tourists are down."
"No. We don't know. We're not from Malibu and tourists...ha, I wouldn't know one if I ran into one back home," Lindsi replied with a giggle.
"Where are..." he started to ask, but was quickly cut off by Brooke.
"What the hell do you do in that damn crab custom anyways?" she shot, "stand outside and wave your claws at cars?"
He suddenly turned red, matching the color of his shorts. "Something like that," he stated, lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug. His olive-tan glowing under the warm sun. At that, Lindsi and Brooke looked at each other and busted out into a fit of giggles again.
"That was great," Linds smirked, "how the hell did you come up with that?"
"I've been wondering all night why someone would want to dress up and go out in public. And than I was like, what the fuck do they do?" Brooke answered through her giggles.
"That's my word! Fuck's my word!" she cried, and than began to laugh even harder.
"Really," he mumbled, "it's not that funny."
Lindsi shifted slightly in the sand, and than sat up quickly. Looking at the lifeguard that was still kneeling next to her in the warm sand. She tilted her head backwards towards his stand to see that nobody had taken over watching his area. Looking back towards him, she noticed her was looking at the same familiar stand.
"Looks like nobody is watching your back," she observed quietly. He words matching his thoughts exactly.
"Not this time, I guess." he retorted, "I figure they are all too busy with lunch, or flirting. They probably haven't even noticed that my stand is empty."
"Is that a good thing? Or a bad thing?" Linds questioned, drawing her hands into the sand. She let the warm particles cling to her wet palms as she waited for his answer.
"Bad," he laughed, "I can't stay down here and talk to you, if that stand is empty. There might be a real emergency." He emphaized the word real, causing both girls to start laughing again.
He stood slowly and reluctantly. "The names Kyle," he stated.
"Lindsi!" she perked, "and this is my badass friend, Brooke."
He nodded, his brown hair flopping aimlessly into his face. "It was nice to meet you girls," Kyle grinned, "but you could have just came up to me and started talking. You didn't have to fake a drowning." The same charming smile that played his lips before returned to his face.
"She tried that before," Brooke informed, "but met Barb instead."
"Barb," the word played his lips and than he started to laugh. "She's my step-sister. She adores me and tries to scare away anyone who comes near me. She has a one track mind, getting in my pants Repulsive, I know."
Lindsi crinkled her face up slightly, "well, she didn't do such a great job scaring me away."
"And I'm glad," he stated, "I'm real glad." He turned and slowly began to walk away leaving both girls to giggle among themselves.
"He's real glad!" Brooke gushed, "Oh my gawd, Lindsi. You totally scored with him. And he wasn't gay. No way was that fine ass specimen gay." She ran a hand through her blond hair, and glanced over her shoulder in time to see Kyle turn back towards them. "Shit, Linds. Smile. He's coming back."
"By any chance, do you girls party?"
*
He crinkled his nose slightly, as he hit pause on the playstation controller. Max Payne was good, but after a few long hours, his fingers hurt and his stomach begged to be filled. Tyler pulled himself off of the bedroom floor, his legs barely being able to carry his own weight because he had been sitting there for so long. He streched momentarily, before turning and exiting the tiny room.
Moving up the same path he did earlier that morning, he half expected to see Lindsi and Brooke sitting at the table eating lunch. He figured they'd state something along the lines of that they thought he was sleeping, or that they didn't feel the need to bother him. But when he entered the kitchen, it was empty. Deserted.
Tyler peered around the side of the refrigerator to see if either of the girls were sitting on the cream chair that wasn't visible from where he stood. However, it was also empty. He shoved his hands into the front pouch of his sweatshirt, gliding past one of the windows. Glancing out quickly, to see the warm sun and nothing else but sand and the ocean.
"Glad this shit hole has air conditioning," he muttered, wandering over and pulling a cupboard open. The only thing sitting on the shelf was a half eaten bag of Doritos. He grinned and removed it from the spot, this way, he wouldn't have to leave the trailer.
He wandered back to the bedroom, flopping backwards onto the twin bed. Unravaling the top of the bag, he reached in and pulled out a small handful of the orange chips. As Tyler popped the cheesy triangles in his mouth, he hoped that the girls would bring him some lunch home.
Shifting slightly on the bed, he stared at the paused game. He hadn't gotten very far because he got stuck on a freaky stage where he had to walk on trails of blood. And for the life of him, he couldn't find a way out. Yawning slightly, he let his eyes glide shut...they ached from staring at the small television for so long.
He awoke to the sound of the front door being slammed shut and the familiar loud voice that he grew familiar of. Lindsi Weaver. Sitting up, he listened carefully to see if Brooke was with her, and it was confermed when he hear her join in the conversation. He was sure of it, nobody could sleep with those two around. That was the case last night...they stayed up for hours talking about some guy named Jordan and about the incident at the seafood resturant. Not that he had been ease dropping or anything.
Standing up, he sleepily made his way back into the kitchen to find Lindsi unloading a bag. She glanced up at him momentarily and than began to pull out more of the small boxes and cans she had in the brown bag. He studied a can, it was a can of soup. Normal, regular, supermarket soup.
"Hey," Tyler grinned, reaching out and taking the can off of the table. "Exactly what I was thinking of, easy, quick, food."
Lindsi looked up at him again, "I see you haven't powdered yourself yet. And it's almost three."
"Yeah? I'll get around to it," he shrugged, pushing past her and digging into the bag to see what else she had picked up from the grocery store. Lindsi grunted, crossing her arms across her chest and slightly glaring at him as he dug into her bag.
"Tyler, you're so nosey," she huffed, turning sharply and walking away from the table. He didn't reply to her comment, just kept looking through the brown bag. Finally after a few minutes of just the sound of shuffling, Tyler retreated from the bag with a box in his hand.
"You guys want some?" he questioned, lifting the box of macaroni and cheese. Lindsi looked to Brooke, who just gave a little shrug. Than, she glanced back at Tyler.
"Sure," Linds grinned.
"Good," he stated, slapping the box into her hands. "You can make it. I'll be playing playstation, call for me when it's done." Tyler started to head out of the room, before he stopped and flashed her a charming grin. "You'll make it now, right? You're not going to run down to one of them cheesy stands and buy some posionous burritos."
"Maybe I should fucking posion your plate," Lindsi joked, "No, seriously. Me and Brooke can make it. You go off and be your normal self, lazy." He laughed, and than headed out of the room. "And powder up!" he could hear her screaming, "because we're going to a party in Malibu tonight!"
Brooke came up along side Lindsi, a large grin plastered across her face. "Do you think that he'll come tonight?" she inquired.
"Of course," Linds laughed, "He won't want to stay cooped up in this trailer all summer." She lifted the box of noodles, shaking it slightly. "Let's make this though, quick. Than we can go shopping for an outfit for tonight. You know, something more native."
Walking past Lindsi, Brooke snatched the box out of her hand a commented, "I hope this place came equipped with dishes."
"It came with toilet paper," Lindsi laughed, "They definatly will have some sort of dishes. Trust me. Nobody addes TP to a place, and doesn't put dishes in it."
"Well than find me a pan," she laughed, setting the box on the counter and slowly peeling the top of the box off. She pulled out the packet of cheese and left it sit on the counter, waiting for Lindsi to bring the water filled pan over.
"This is going to be so cool tonight," Lindsi smirked, "You know, Kyle."
Brooke grinned, "You always get the guys, Lindsi. It never fails."
"Well, hey! You're so badass, I bet you that one of his friends will be eyeing you." Lindsi assured, "You'll have a great time too. And fuck, you know? Tyler might come. You can play your charm on him."
"Play my charm on Ty?" She shook her head slightly, "you're crazy you know that? I hardly can talk to him without stumbling over my words."
"So, get drunk," Linds shot, "it'll be a lot easier to talk to him, then."