The Perfect Sinner (cake boyxboy)

(III) Smells Like Teen Spirit

"Can one of you get Calum to hurry up?" Michael beseeched, trying to fit all their stuff into his car. He was tying knots on rope, trying to safely bound the surfing boards at the hood of his Range Rover.

"Not me," Luke blurted out, shaking his head (which he'd like to keep). "You do it Ashton."

Ashton chuckled, putting the cooler and towels into the open trunk. "I got it," he said and retreated back into the house to fetch Calum who'd been getting ready for the past hour.

Luke had been sleeping in the same room as Calum for the past few days, not that they were getting along. Calum was still either neglecting him or giving him aggressive remarks.

"Success," Michael sighed in relief, finally planting the surfing boards in place. He hopped of the stepping bar and landed with his feet on the sand. "Let's go, then." Michael yanked the car door open, climbing into the driver's seat and igniting the engine.

Luke went around the car, taking the passenger seat.

Mike groaned, "What is Calum taking so long doing?" He tapped the steering wheel like a drum.

"Dunno," Luke shrugged.

Then, the back doors were opened in unison. Luke jerked his head to look back, seeing Ashton bounce onto his seat, a smile on his face. "Okay, let's go."

Calum also joined on the other door, making slow movements to get into his seat. He was dressed in a black tank top that highlighted his biceps, a pair of black jeans and original vans. He was guarding his eyes with a pair of sunglasses, and his fringe was loosely tucked to the side.

Michael started backing up the car into the road, curving into the lane, then taking off on the empty street. "Cal, mate, what took you so long? We're just going to the beach," Michael said, eyeing the brown-haired boy over his reflective mirror.

Calum simply shrugged, not even bothering to open his mouth, he simply looked out the window, like he wasn't there at all. Luke would constantly glance at him, but then his eyes would run and look anywhere else if his sight met Calum's.

...

After a few streets and turns, they made it into town. Then, down Beach Street, they joined the stack of cars at the main entrance connecting to Main Street.

When they made it to the entrance office, they all pitched in to pay the entrance fee.

The beach was a cluster of people, old and young. It was packed and it was hard to drive past without driving into a running kid. Loud commotion could be heard and footballs and beach balls were in mid air.

Luke took a second to admire the fresh plage. He adored the beach with every fibre, and nowadays going to the beach was a rare occurrence for him. He closed his eyes, serenading in the sweet motion of the waves, the splashes as the aftermath of strong currents. It might have been a bit loud, but he was always astounded by the beautiful Jhenis beach, no matter what. Maybe because he was away from Jhenis for too long.

Luckily, at the North wing, the surfing area was much emptier than the swimming side. They drove over the sand, settling near the shores. All four boys piled out of the car:

Luke went around to start taking out the bags from the trunk, with the help of Ashton. Michael started untying the surfboards that safely made it to the beach, being proud. Calum simply stole a towel away and placed in on the sand neatly, sitting over it. He pulled off his shoes and sighed, staring at the plage. Luke continually glimpsed at Calum as he pulled out  a cigarette, his face scrunched up and his nose wrinkled as the effect of the harsh UV rays.
Luke took his surfing board and Michael took his own. He pulled off his shirt and watched as Michael did the same, then, they started running towards the beach, just like when they were kids.