About a boy (Lars x Reader)

In which things heat up

The rhythmic crash of the surf blends in with the noisy calls of the gulls. There you are laying out on your beach towel, shades on and flipping through a book. You feel the sun warm your skin. It's time to relax. You wandered along the shore all afternoon collecting seashells. Stopping only to admire the beautiful high rocky cliffs which flanked the beach. You could get used to spending your days like this.

Your mind drifts off and away, the sun shining on you makes you feel quite drowsy. You let you book drop to your side, and are just about to doze off when a shadow quickly crosses in front. You open your eyes.

Well, look at that. He's back. You smirk because you did say you'd be at the beach later. He walks past you and into the ocean, bracing himself against the rolling waves. You still can't shake your smirk because this guy is just way too cute. With deliberate nonchalance he demonstrates what a strong swimmer he is in your field of view. He swims out far with powerful strokes switching between many different styles. Looking comfortable and at home in the water.

You remove your sunglasses. He's taken a few waves in and is much closer to the shore. Standing up to his waist in the glimmering blue he pushes his hair back from his face. You take the opportunity to indulge in a few more peaks since you can tell he's deliberately not looking your way.

He's skinny you realize. Well, you already knew that. But now you can see to what extent. He wades through the surf with casual ease. His arms parting the water when a wave hits and you see his sinewy forearms and lean biceps. You love the tendons in his neck and his shoulder blades, the small first few buttons of his spine and the way the indents of his ribs are visible. His chest is slightly concave and his visible pelvic muscles taper down to his baggy black swim trunks. Ya he's skinny. But you'd be lying in you said those weren't the type of guys you like. He's not so thin as to seem fragile. You can imagine the warmth of being wrapped up in his long arms. You realize you're still smirking. You'd have to call this a crush in the purest sense. What else were summer vacations for?

You're still watching when again your vision becomes shrouded in shade. Ronaldo, as you now know him, is pacing along the beach concentrating on swiping his metal detector along the sand. He swipes near you, and as he does you make eye contact.
"Hey" you call, smiling and waving. He takes off the headphones and smiles back.
"Found anything interesting?" You ask.
He nods decisively.

"I've been collecting some things too" You show him your small bag of objects. Inside there's mostly what you imagine is beach glass. It's still quite like shards, but the colours were too beautiful to leave until they rounded out.

"Those are really great." He says looking through your pieces. "I could definitely see one of these having a big significance. Who knows where they came from."
He holds a beautiful pale green piece up to the light and shimmers across his face.
You smile enjoying his conspiratorial nature and decide to broach the subject that's bothering you.

"Sorry I missed your scary movie party. I got lost." You apologize.
He's still smiling and just shrugs.
"Don't worry. It got cut short anyway there was a paranormal sighting at the lighthouse. I handled it though."

"Oh my god. No you didn't" a whining competitive voice retorts.
Ronaldo turns to face your mystery man who's stalking up the beach.
"Well needless to say I did a lot more than you Lars" he harrumphs.
"Whatever" your mystery man, Lars counters. Then he begins to chastise your new friend. "What are you even bugging her about-Sneeple?"

"He wasn't bugging me" you shoot back and watch him cringe slightly.
"Ronaldo what are Sneeple anyway?" you ask politely genuinely intrigued.
He smiles as he recites " Snake people or Sneeple control our society at the highest levels of government."
Lars scoffs loudly but you ignore him.
"Hmm" you nod. "I've heard a similar theory but with lizards".

"Oh" Ronaldo gasps pulling out his notepad and jotting something down. "That's a new theory I haven't explored. Reptiles. Maybe all of them."
He looks excited and picks up his metal detector. "I have to go do some research. This could be a break through. I'll talk to you later. See you around."
He jogs a few feet away and calls back "Keep Beach City weird!" as he huffs up to the boardwalk.

"Really?" Lars accuses looking at you once he's out of sight. "You're telling me you believe in lizard people?"

You shrug and respond "I'm not ruling anything out." You cross your arms over your chest and needle him "Hey besides, weren't you the one talking about a big blue monster earlier?"

He tenses his shoulders and looks down at you. "Ya... okay. But...but I didn't mean to hit you just so you know" He snaps out the last words as if he's completely embarrassed.

"Lars. Don't worry about that." you chuckle. He looks over surprised. "Your name is Lars, isn't it?" He nods.
"What's yours anyways?" and you tell him.
"Just so you know... it's actually pretty cool having a new person here... Everyone else is so boring. I still think you're a little crazy since you like Ronaldo..god this city sucks."
"Actually I like it here. Nothing has sucked yet." you say smiling at him.

He seems to blush a little as you make eye contact. He looks away and brushes some water off his smooth chest, the salt water droplets bead off his body in the sun. Colour rises to his cheeks as he pushes his hair away from his face and sees you're still looking at him.

"I've got to go." he states. He starts to leave but turns around. "Hey. Since you don't think the coffee sucks. Maybe I can give you a cup tomorrow...I mean you're practically the only person who can drink the stuff. It's so gross."
You laugh pleasantly. "Sounds like a date. I'll see you tomorrow" He blushes even more furiously as he walks quickly onto the boardwalk.