Reading Notes From the Underground

Meeting Man Down

I remember the first time I saw him.i was walking down bare footed on hot sand at a beach in Southern California. My feet hurt so bad I needed to run to the water as fast as I could.

I didn't really have time to stop and strip, so unconsciously I tore my clothes off and threw them down. Of course I had my red bikini on. naked? Me? Please!

I looked over my should, once my feet weren't on fire. I heard laughing, so habitually I glanced to see who it was. Staring back at me was a tattooed, dark haired, very sexy man. His smile shined, and my face turned beet red.

He was sitting down next to a man holding a Mickey 40.

I looked away and pulled my hair behind my ears. I was swaying, and I don't think it was just the waves.

After about ten minutes, I decided to get out and grab my clothes real quick, before the tide could catch them. But, when I looked back they were gone! Again I heard laughing and I knew exactly what happened.

I glared over to the two men, and just as I thought, the sexy one was holding my daisy dukes and dove and grenade T-shirt. Before I said anything, he winked, sat down, and signaled for me to come over.

I was infuriated, I hate being forced into situation. On the other hand, he was absolutely adorable. Slowly, treading through the water, I reached shore. I walked over, super nervous, I'm the nerdy type and these guys are older than me, and definitely more experienced!

But, they looked so familiar.

"Problem?" The one with my clothes said, smirking.

"You, uh, kinda have my clothes." I said.

He chuckled, "Then I guess there is no problem."

Sighing I whispered, "Just, please give them back."

The guy next to him spoke, " Calm your tits and sit down for a while."

"No, seriously, I have to go." I was starting to get annoyed."I'm not having much fun here."

"Hey, you just got here, don't let a hammered bastard like me scare you off baby!" He winked, and the sexy one pushed him. He fell back. Hammered? Clearly.

"Is he always like this?" I asked.

"Only everyday! Anyway, I'm Dylan." The guy standing answered.

Then I knew!

"No! No way! Dylan Alvarez? Like the Funny Man?" I screamed, he stumbled back, and I was instantly embarrassed.

"The one and only, King Kong." Dylan said with a smile. His smile is mesmerizing. I got lost for a minute.

"Soo," he said awkwardly, trying to meet my gaze, "what's your name?"

"My name? Oh! Megan." I fumbled my words. God, I'm so stupid. Stop blushing, idiot!

"Oh my lord! Not the Megan!" His face was so serious.

I was shocked,"Wait? You know me?"

"Ya! You're the girl who ran into the ocean stripping of her clothes! Right? Man! I can't believe I'm actually talking to you, in person!" He grinned.

"Okay smartass," I remembered, oh ya! He has my dukes and T. "Give 'em back."

He tossed them over, and noticed the T, "Dove and Grenade, aye?"

Shit, "Ya, I'm kinda a big fan of you guys. I act--"

"Um, can we go home, The Man in Black is drained and this heat has got me baked more than last nights bong." The one struggling to maintain balance interrupted. The Man in Black! It's Jordan, makes sense.

"Sure Charlie," I rolled my eyes.

He looked at me, "wanna come?"

I swallowed hard, "um, oh. I really should be going. I have plans."

"Don't be boring." He tried to stand, Funny helped him.

Dylan glanced over at me, "you should come, I mean how many times are you going to get to meet 5 undead dickheads?" He exclaimed excitedly.

I giggled, "so true."

"Besides" he replied, "I'm sure your new episode of Walking Dead can be played at my condo too."

Wow! "How did you?.."

"You didn't seem like a Pretty Little Liars girl." He mumbled, " and I feel like y--"

"Ya, I may be pushing thirty, but by the time you guys stop rambling on I'll be as old as Johnny." Charlie yelled frustrated that he couldn't find his shades. And may I add, they were on top of his head.

"Alright, alright, go on." FunnyMan bumped Charlie. "You coming, Meg?"

Was this really happening? Was I really about to meet Hollywood Undead? I tried to sound cool, "Oh hell, why not!"

And we hopped into the Ford Fiesta.