Waves

Chapter 2

Lance trudged his way down to the beach, seeking moonlit waters and following a dimly lit path.
Moonlight rippled against the waves. Stars glistened in broken reflection, but that wasn't what caught Lance's eye. A milky figure stood upon a board, gracefully carving its path through the waves. Fingers reached upwards, slender fingers touching the stars. Lane had never seen such a beautiful ride ( the surfing, not the person...) the ocean retreated, taking her curves back with her into the vast horizon, and the stranger trudged towards the sand. Sea-swept ebony hair fell over sharp features, and Lance felt his heart jump into his throat. "Holy shit". The stranger pushed his hair from his face, and as he looked up he flinched, seemingly just acknowledging Lance's presence. Snapping out of his awe-struck state Lance decided to do the reasonable thing: introduce himself. Opening his mouth he's cut off by the stranger;
"Who are you?"
Lance blinks, momentarily caught off guard.
"Uhh the name's Lance"
"Lance?"
Accompanied by half-hazard finger guns, he winks "That's my name, don't wear it out"
Tall, handsome and broody squints at him before resting his hands on his hips, assuming an arrogant pose. "Well Lance, you're trespassing, this is private property"
Annoyance rose in Lance. Who does this guy think he is?
"Because when God made earth he put a retail sign on the earth? Don't tell me that you need this entire beach yourself Mullet", Lance knew he was probably being unreasonable and was indeed probably trespassing, but something about this guy got under Lance's skin.
Said guy scoffed at him, "Mullet? That's the best you could come up with?" Not his best, but how else would you insult one of the hottest people on earth?

"What of it? Honestly, you were probably able to buy this beach because hairdressers paid you to stay away from them"
"Look, just don't let me catch your ass here again, this beach is specifically for Kogane and the hotel's staffs use"
Lance cackled in his face.
"Listen up, hot stuff, you are looking at the brand new surf instructor, Lance McClain!"
The stranger rolled his eyes, picked up his board and trudged past him muttering under his breath what sounded suspiciously like "Like you could even catch any waves on that board" But he couldn't have said that, because obviously, Blue was the best surfboard on this side of the ocean.
"THEY CALL ME THE TAILOR CUZ OF HOW GREAT I WEAVE THROUGH THE SURF" Lance shouted after the retreating figure.
Man, what was up that guy's ass?
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Keith stared into the crowds of the faceless wealthy, sipping on champagne and making polite conversation with the entitled privileged. Honestly socialising was never his strong point, especially not with these arrogant pricks who could probably buy him if they wanted to, still, he owed it to his adoptive parents, it was the least he could do for them.
A particularly haughty middle-aged man was laughing at his own dark joke when a crystal glass rang out in the crowd, and the masses turned towards the clinking. James stood on the stage, grinning over a microphone. Keith reached for another glass. He knew he was already more tipsy than acceptable but he would be damned if he didn't indulge in the sweet numbing of alcohol to ease him through the night.
"I have an announcement to make!" His voice rang out above the soft murmurs. Keith rolled his eyes. James had always been one for dramatics.
"All my life, there has been one sole person by my side, they protected me, supported me and constantly were there in general."
Keith quirked an eyebrow.
"And I think it's time to ensure that I spend the rest of my life with them". Keith choked on his drink.
"Will you be mine for now and eternity? Will you marry me and be mine....

Nyma Chabert?"
Keith's heart dropped to the floor.
Some blonde girl squealed and clambered her way to the stage, hugging him, crying and embracing him in a passionate embrace.
"She said yes!!!"
The crowd's thunderous cheer drummed against Keith's spinning head. Memories flashed of hidden embraces, whispered confessions, long nights of late-night talk and subtle touches. Anger rose in him, who does James think he is to treat him this way? They had always been an unstable couple, their arguments and breakups outweighing the good moments, nonetheless, nothing will ever erase the fact they spent several months tiptoeing around and hiding their status as lovers. But they were still lovers at the end of the day. Keith's anger pitched his focus zoning to the ecstatic couple. It was all fake. Everyone in this room had their secrets, and he succumbed to the sudden intrusive thought of outing James of his. His secret gay lover. A secret hidden between the heirs of the wealthiest men in the room. How would the crowd react?
Keith raised his glass above the crowd before smashing it to the ground. Faceless heads turned towards the commotion, Keith stormed, forcing his way through the wave of the crowd, the people parting like the sea, not one daring to slow him on his warpath. The whole room was silent but Keith could only hear his heartbeat drumming anyway. James paused from his conversation, most likely being congratulated and looked towards Keith. Brow knitted, hair swept, drunk. Fuck he was a mess. A mess that was headed his way. Keith clambered up on the stage, shrugging off the bride-to-be as she asked him if he was feeling alright. Jame's face dropped. Keith pulled him close by the collar, drunk lips whispered against his ear "You piece of shit" before he reeled back, fist making contact across James's face. James fell back against the table and time sped up again. The crowd shouted indistinct comments. Some cheering and others of concern.
James picked himself up and threw Keith across the floor, Keith grabbed his legs and slammed him against the wooden floorboards. Clenched fists and tears rained upon James. Keith yelled at him, comments about their relationship and Jame's betrayal. Through the tears, Keith didn't see James reach for a vase that had been lying on the floor. A sharp pain echoed through his skull, and then everything went black.
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