The whole FUN in the SUN thing

[penelope doyle]

A pair of slender hands reached to roll up the windows from the parked car. The day was gorgeous with not a cloud in the sky and a gently breeze. A perfect day for riding in the car with all the windows down. The ride over to the local beach had been enjoyable for that very reason. The hot sun had shone through the glass warming up her skin while the breeze tousled her hair. Having arrived at the beach parking lot moments ago, Penny reached into the backseat for her beach bag. Swiftly she locked the doors and acrossed the cement with the clapping of her flip-flops echoing her.

The beach was fairly crowded as she worked her way down the sandy path. She passed by a group of giggling toddlers making a sand castle and several other young kids running in from the water. This end of the beach seemed rather loud, causing Penny to head toward the East beach which was slightly less populated. While walking she watched the ocean waves wash over the smooth sand then out again. The day was really a perfect beach day.

Once down the beach a ways Penny selected a spot close to the water but far enough away as not to get wet. Reaching into her bag a blanket was produced and laid out against the white sand. Her tanned knees gently kneeled over the blanket the second it was spread. Digging deep into the bag a hair band was found to pull red hair into a ponytail. Sun glasses were also set into place. The day seemed to have endless possibilities. Generally someone her age goes to the beach with friends to experience the whole fun in the sun bit. But today Penny had woken up with a sense of independence. It felt powerful to not feel restricted by only needing company to go out. Right now she was on a bit of a high and was ready to enjoy her day. The seventeen year old didn’t need anybody, well not yet at least. She’d see how the day went. Before lying down she removed her large shirt to reveal her brown bikini top and pink shorts.

[•• julian collins ••]

I won't be burned by the reflection
Of the fire in your eyes
As you're staring at the sun.

Julian grinned to himself as he looked out into the water, holding a soccer ball in his hands as his dark brown eyes scanned the area. It was a very nice day out, if he did say so himself, so he figured that he might as well enjoy it. He didn't come with a car full of women to keep him company. In fact, this time he came alone. He didn't mind though. The smell of the salt water kept him calm, however awful it tasted in his mouth whenever he was plunged under the water by one of his oh so helpful friends. It wasn't exactly a pleasant experience, but it was fun. It left open that window for revenge that he enjoyed so much. And his revenge didn't only consist of simple actions, he liked the use of blackmail. It was a hobby, really, collecting blackmail from his enemies, so that he would have them eating out of the palm of his hand if one of his mishaps went awry.

Of course, it was always better if his enemies were women, because come on, women eating out of the palm of your hand when you were a charming, but self-proclaimed womanizer was just plain hot... and more...

But he snapped back into reality as a sea gull flew overhead with its loud calls, causing Julian to lift up one of his hands to shield his eyes from the sun as he watched it fly away. Birds were a nuisance, in his opinion. They were fun to watch every once in a while, like when they took little baths in large puddles when there was alot of rain or something, but other than that, they were loud and obnoxious. Then again, that would accurately identify more than half of the school population. Sure, so he could be obnoxious sometimes, but he wasn't loud. He knew how to work without drawing too much attention towards himself.

But it was a skill that you had to learn over the years.

Tossing his soccer ball up into the air, Julian hit it forward with his chest and then up into the air with his head, keeping it airborne for a bit as he moved around the sand. When it came to sports, he was pretty competitive. He could also be that way with women, a bit jealous of those he had termed "his" when they were seen with another man, though Julian wasn't dating them. It was a possessive thing. You didn't really know what you had until you lost it. Though in his case, there was never really a lack of women, mostly because he could charm those that had sworn that they would never give a guy like him a second chance.

Again, it was a skill, one which you refined over the years.

Today Julian wasn't too concerned with picking up women though. I mean, if he stumbled across one, he wouldn't mind flirting and making conversation, but he was pretty focused on the ball. So focused, in fact, that he nearly bumped into a young redhead lying down on a beach blanket. A quite attractive redhead. He quickly picked up his ball and gave her an apologetic smile, though he had only messed up the corner of her stretched out towel a bit. "My apologies, miss," he said as he looked down at her, wondering if she had even noticed. "Sometimes you get so caught up in the game that you forget where you are." Okay, so technically it wasn't a game, since he was playing by himself, but that's okay. There were plenty of people around for her to assume that they were with him.

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