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Bitter Pill -- Act 1, Scene 3 by Vanessa The trio walked down the scorchingly hot boardwalk towards the beach. They could smell the salt of the ocean, hear the waves crashing softly against the sandy shoreline. They eventually found a clear spot in the midst of all the beachgoers and began setting up their spot for the day. Brian spread his towel on the sand and plunked himself down on it, trying to smooth the wrinkles out of his swim trunks. "I wish you guys had let me wear that hot pink bikini," Brian whined. "We've already been over this," Steve began reasonably. "First off, it doesn't fit you very well, you bulge in all the wrong places. Second, we don't want to draw attention to ourselves, remember? The last thing we need on our nice relaxing vacation is a bunch of fangirls fainting over the sight of you in a bikini." Stef covered his mouth to try to stifle his laughter at the mental images Steve had conjured. Brian in a hot pink bikini, that was definitely something else. Brian sighed melodramatically, pulling his best campy diva impression. "Fine then guys, be that way," he exhaled with an exaggerated pout. "Erm, who's up for a swim?" Stefan changed the subject, turning to move towards the blue-green ocean. Steve burst out laughing. "Stef, you have a huge smear of sunscreen down your back!" Stefan comically twisted to try to see his own back, sending Brian into a giggling fit. "Why don't I get that for you," Steve offered. "Go ahead..." Stef trailed off as Brian looked up, a look of anguish flickering across his eyes. Steve caught the look and gingerly stepped forward and rubbed the white cream into Stef's back with the least contact possible, overwhelmingly aware of Brian's presence. "There," he announced after a few moments. "It's all in." "Good! Now, who's up for a swim?" "I'll pass, thanks," sniffed Brian, still in full-on diva mode. "Do you have /any/ idea what sea water does to your hair?" Steve and Stef looked at each other over Brian's head, immediately coming to the same conclusion. They moved as one towards Brian, one hefting each end of his body. "Um, guys, what are you doing? No! No!" Brian began twisting and flailing as realization dawned on him, trying to pull loose. "Fucking hell, you're NOT going to throw me in, fuckers! Fuck! Oh Christ, I did NOT sign up for a sequel to the 'You Don't Care' video... you can STOP NOW, guuuuuuys, this is not cooooooooooooooool..." Brian trailed off into a high pitched squeal as Steve and Stef waded ankle-deep into the ocean and began swinging his small body back and forth, back and forth... "FUCK YOU BOTH!" shrieked Brian as they let him go, sending him sailing several feet out and landing with a huge *splash*. Steve and Stef doubled over in laughter as Brian surfaced, his hair limp and clinging to the sides of his face. His carefully applied eye makeup was running in dark rivulets down his cheeks, and he was coughing up sea water in a most unglamourous way. "You guys are so fucking dead," he mumbled. "What was that, Brian? You'll have to speak up, I think your screeching broke my eardrums," Steve jibed. "Very funny, Hewitt," Brian sulked as he slogged through the water back to the shore. "Hey Brian, think you could exaggerate that a bit so we could get the whole 'Baywatch' thing going on?" Steve smirked. "No, sorry," Brian tossed back cattily, "I'm not wearing the right bathing suit for that, because you wouldn't let me, /remember/?" "Besides, he doesn't have the tits for it," Stef supplied helpfully. Brian twisted his arm back to give them both the finger as he stomped off to where he left his towel. He wrapped it around his waist and sat down on Steve's towel, getting it wet out of spite. "OI!" yelled Steve as he ran up, "you're getting my towel soaked!" "That's the point," Brian sniffed. Stef shook his head. There hadn't been a calm moment in... well, he couldn't remember how long. Brian and Steve seemed to be alternately at each other's throats in a catfight or in each others' arms in a soothing hug, and they could swing from one to the other in a matter of moments. With a slight mental shrug, he sat down on his own (dry) towel to enjoy the sunny warmth of the beach. "Hey, Brian, your god damned lolly is dripping on my bedspread!" Steve growled as Brian slowly licked his way up a rainbow- hued popsicle. "Well what would you have me do, stick it down my throat?" "Actually, that's a good idea!" Stef sighed. They couldn't do anything without sparking argument between Brian and Steve. First it was the beach. Then it was a botanical garden. They eventually gave up and went back to the hotel, buying a box of popsicles on the way. Those too proved to be a point of contention. "Ladies and gentlement," Brian announced loudly, "for the sake of Stevie darling's bedspread I will now be deep-throating my popsicle." He tipped his head back and slid the popsicle into his mouth far enough that only the stick protruded. He gave Steve a pointed look that clearly said "Happy?". Stef shook his head as Steve snorted, trying to stifle a laugh. "Bri honey, don't choke on that okay?" Brian pulled the popsicle out as he turned to Stefan to respond. "Ive had bigger, thankyouverymuch." He returned the icy treat to its position in the back recesses of his throat. "That was, er, possibly too much information, but thank you anyway Bri." Stef sniggered. Steve sighed. If things kept up like this, it was going to be a looooong holiday. Prev | Next Home |