I turned my head and smiled at Joey as we walked hand in hand down the beach, our feet making imprints in the wet sand by the water. He said something, but I didn't hear him, too entranced by the way his eyes looked in the sun. He turned to me expectantly.
"What?" I asked.
He laughed, flashing his bright white teeth as he smiled. "I said, do you want to go to my house or yours?"
"Whatever you want, JoJo." He stopped, releasing his grip on my hand. My eyes followed as he bent down, picking up a handful of the muddy sand. Before I could comprehend what he was doing, he shot up, spinning around before letting go of the sand, laughing as it splattered across my shirt. He, on the other hand, did not have a shirt. I'm much more self conscious about that kind of thing, plus I don't want people looking at me funny if they see a white guy with no abs walking with someone with a perfectly tanned chest with a six pack. People already look at me enviously, whether they're a boy or a girl. Using the fact that his chest was bare as an advantage, I found a couple of crabs that were scuttling on the sand, picked them up, and let them pinch the sore spot on his almost non exsistant man boobs. He shrieked, causing people to stare as he waved his arms and jumped around yelling, "Get them off! Get them OOOOOFFFFFFF!!!!!!!!" Oh, and did I mention he screams like a two year old girl? I took them off and he relaxed, panting while glaring at me. "Not cool, Shane. Not. Cool."
I laughed and kissed him on the spot, knowing that we were in front of a bunch of people and not giving a damn.
