Wade woke up in the passenger seat of a blue 1989 Chevy Explorer. He brushed the sand off of his light blue jeans which were rolled up to the knee. Wade opened the van's door and stepped out.
"Oliver!" Wade shouted. He heard no reply.
"Oliver, man!"
"Yo!"
Wade heard the voice come from behind the shaggin' wagon. He walked around the van and saw his best friend laying in the sand, shirtless and with his ragged green shorts around his ankles. Fortunately, Oliver was wearing boxers.
"Pull your pants up man," Wade pleaded.
"Oh, shit, " Oliver mumbled as he stood and pulled his shorts up to his waist. "Man, last night was crazy!"
"Yeah," Wade agreed, "You put a crab in your pants, dude."
"Oh yeah, man! That was awesome! Wait, I let the crab go, right?"
"Yeah, it fell out of your shorts"
"Sweet, dude. Did the chicks dig it?" Oliver asked.
"Actually, you were making out with that blonde chick while the crab was in your pants dude."
"Woah, no way, man!" Oliver grabbed a plastic bag out of the van and started loading it with empty beer bottles he retrieved from the sand.
"You know, Oliver, maybe we should do something besides drink, smoke weed, and sleep with random chicks at the beach."
"Yeah? Dude, lets go to that shop by Embers! They have, like, surf boards and necklaces and shit!"
"No, dude, I mean, like, find some girls we want to start a relationship with."
"Yo, dude. Lets talk about this after we empty this sack," Oliver said while holding up a plastic bag of weed.
"Really, dude?" Wade was getting annoyed. "I'm gonna go for a swim," wade sighed while pulling off his shirt.
"Mind if I smoke this?"
"Go ahead, dude."
After smoking the remaining weed, Oliver climbed into the back of the van to find a bag of chips. Oliver quickly finished the small bag of potato chips and started the van. He honked the horn twice then turned the radio up, which was playing some sort of reggae styled music.
Wade trudged out of the salty green-blue water and picked up the rough orange towel he left for himself on the shore. After he dried himself off, he put his clothes back on and walked to the van. He climbed into the passenger seat and looked over at his friend who was spacing out.
"Do you need me to drive? You look pretty stoned," Wade was worried that Oliver would get them pulled over.
Oliver snapped back to reality and looked over at Wade with a blank expression. "What?"
"Let me drive," Wade said sternly.
"Oh, okay. Good idea."
The two young adults got out of the van and switched seats. Wade might have only gotten his license two months ago, but he still drives better than Oliver when he's intoxicated.
"Yo, dude," Oliver said. "We should go get food. You know that diner we went to the other day with the awesome waffles and that cool waitress? What was it called?"
"Danny's Diner."
"Yeah, dude! Lets go get some waffles!"
"Man, I think we should go home," Wade sighed. "We have to feed Dylan."
"Dude, Dylan can wait. We're running low on that stuff he eats anyway."
"Bird feed?" Wade was, once again, getting annoyed.
"Yeah, dude. We'll grab some from the store on the way home." Oliver was bent on getting waffles.
"Alright, damn. We'll go to the fucking diner."
"Whoa, man. You cool?" Oliver didn't want Wade to get mad. "We can just go home dude."
"I'm just really hungover and I want to go home."
"Yeah, dude, let's do that. I'll make some macaroni and we'll play some video games. Or we'll watch TV, or a movie."
"I don't know man. I just want to take a shower and chill in my room." Wade wanted to be alone and left to think.
"Oh, alright. Well I only have to be at work by eight, want to do something today?"
"I don't know," Wade said. "We'll see what comes up."
The two friends reached their apartment and Wade locked himself in the bathroom. Oliver made the macaroni, turned on the TV, and sat down to load a bowl into Wade's bong. It didn't seem as if Wade was going to hang out with him today.
