Laundry Boy (Currently Editing)

Chapter One

Hey there,

So I'd like to start this off by saying thank you to Sammmy134, without her amazing idea this story pretty much wouldn't exist. So yeah. Thanks.

Also please don't murder me. This is my first time writing in a guys perspective and it's a little harder than I expected. Please cut me some slack haha.

Anyways I hope you enjoy the story as much as I'll enjoy writing it!!!

~Please excuse any and all mistakes 'cause I'm sure there are some I didn't catch~ (:

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I closed my eyes letting the water gently lap over my hands. The familiarly overpowering smell of salt invaded my senses. I breathed in a deep breath letting the slightly salty air sting the back of my throat.

"Casper man, wake up!" An amused call cried somewhere off to my left. I scowled opening my eyes glancing over I saw Eric sitting about ten feet to my left a cocky grin settling over his features. He sat casually straddling his board his hands drawing light circles in the water.

"Shove off man." I said scowling sending a splash of seawater his way. He laughed quickly shielding his face. He leaned onto his stomach swimming over to me; with neat percison he stopped next to me and sat back up so he once again was straddling his board.

"Come on dude lighten up." He said pushing me lightly causing me to wobble slightly. I quickly straightened myself out glaring at the blueish-green water gently lapping my surfboard.

"I'm not in the mood Eric." I snapped wishing for once that I could just be alone. Don't get me wrong it's not Eric's fault, he's like a brother to me but, I was not in the mood to joke around. I have two hours of freedom left before I have to spend the rest of my summer working at my parents hotel. I'd much rather spend the summer surfing, checking out the hot tourists, and watching Eric get turned down by said hot tourists. I'm pretty sure he's tried every method in the book when it comes to flirting but, he hasn't had any luck yet.

"Wow brah, chill. I'm not your enemy." He exclaimed mockingly putting his hands up in a placating gesture. I rolled my eyes but, couldn't stop the small smile that slipped onto my face.

"There we go dude. Now how about we go get some soda's and check out the babes before you become a working man." He suggested only partly joking, laughing he'd already turned his board around to head back to shore. I rolled my eyes laughing slightly as I came to the conclusion that he probably wasn't going to get a girlfriend until he was 40.

It wasn't like Eric was bad-looking a lot of girls at our school actually thought he was 'hot'...until he opened his mouth. He definitely had that 'surfer' look with his shaggy sun-bleached blonde hair, sea-green eyes, scorched tan skin from hours spent trying to catch the perfect wave, and lazy smile that made him look like he didn't have a care in the world. So yeah if that doesn't scream surfer I don't know what would.

Me on the other hand well...let's just say people are surprised when I say I'm a surfer. My wavy dark brown hair isn't the stereotypical surfer look. It's not long or shaggy but, it's not short either. It's an unruly mass of dark chocolate waves-it's not curly just wavy- on top of my head. My colorless gray eyes are normally serious instead of laidback and chill, my skin like Eric's is also sun scorched from hours spent on the water leaving it a nice warm golden color, and I definitely didn't have that chill laidback look. Eric likes to say that I have this mysterious brooding thing going on.