"You hit him with your car? That's how you guys met?"
"Yup. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
In which two hot-headed musicians learn to tolerate each other.
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song: i want someone badly - jeff buckley, shudder to think July 1984
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"NO, FUCK OFF. I'm not spending the rest of my vacation hearing you bitch and whine 'cause you can't put your fucking bra strap on your shoulder." Willow lectures me, tossing me the bottle of sunscreen after I've told her multiple times that I don't need it.
With a groan, I open the bottle, squeezing some of the cream onto the palm of my hand. I start rubbing my arms when I hear Willow annoyedly huff at me.
"What now?" I seethe.
"That's not enough."
"Too much sunscreen bothers me. It feels weird when I get in the water."
"Just give me the bottle, for fuck's sake." She grumbles, snatching it from my hands. She squirts a giant blotch onto her hand and starts rubbing it against my shoulders then to my back before eventually settling on my hips. When she finishes, she adds more sunscreen to my arms and legs. "Can you try to do the rest by yourself?" She pretends to baby me and I stick my tongue out.
"I think I'm gonna need some help. I'm not sure if I can." Lars pouts, attempting to give us puppy dog eyes.
"I'm sure Kirk will be more than happy to help." Willow beams at the Dane, eliciting laughs from all of us.
"Where is Kirk?" Josie wonders out loud.
We all immediately start to look around us until Cliff spotted the familiar guitarist somewhere. "There," he points.
We spotted him by some man, handing him cash. We decided to follow him and see what's up. The worker handed Kirk a light orange colored surfboard, and then Kirk came to us to show what he rented.
"You're gonna surf?" Cliff queries.
"Yeah, why not?" The bubbly guitarist shoots us a toothy grin as he shrugs, walking away and towards the shore.
"Maybe 'cause you'll kill yourself?" Lars hollers, cupping his hands over his mouth. Kirk just ignores him, going into the water to try to balance on his board.
All of us, except Lars, were cheering and jumping, in support of Kirk. Some random kid even joined in, yelling out encouragements.
Kirk has his arms up as he balances, focusing on riding the wave. As the wave settles, he dives, swimming toward the shore again as we all celebrate his success.
