Opaque

Unnatural

He opened his eyes to the same thing they had closed to, the car.

"How long was I out?" he asked, "Are we there yet?"

"About five minutes away." His mom said as she turned around "Why don't you wake your brother up and start getting sunscreen on."

"Sure thing, hey, wake up Andy." he said, lightly punching him on the shoulder. He woke with a start mumbling incoherently. "C'mon man get some sunblock on."

"Eungh" he groaned, and promptly fell asleep again.

John blinked, twice. Something wasn't right, something off. He felt like he'd been here before, like he was about to see something, no someone important.

The car began slowing as they entered a residential area where there were sure to be kids running and playing in the balmy climate. The road followed the edge of the lake, gently curving left giving periodic glimpses of pristine water lapping at boats nestled in their docks. Based on the quality of boats and homes John realized there must be a large quantity of rich people living there. One such house sat on their left and John observed what had to be the second most beautiful girl he had ever seen, besides Cameron Diaz of course, sitting on the steps of said house in between Victorian style pillars flanking the porch. He watched as she stood up sharply, a green glass bottle bottle plummeting out of her hands before smashing into numerous pieces. In slow motion his eyes took in each shard almost tickling the ground with their deceptively dangerous edges. Still moving slowly, he looked up directly into a pair of beautiful albeit stunned green eyes. They seemed to stare into his soul, even through the dark tint of the window.

With a start everything sped up once again and the house was gone, disappearing behind the boat.

"What the hell was that about." thought John.

Still wondering, John had another flash of Deja Vu as they pulled into a small lot. On one side it opened to the lake, the rest devoted to a loading ramp and plus-sized sized parking spaces for empty boat trailers. Beside the boat ramp a small dock sat bobbing up and down with the wind and waves.

Turning his attention back to his present surroundings, they all climbed out of the car as soon as it was parked and began unbuttoning the cover and undoing the safety straps.

"Hey, I'm gonna use the bathroom real quick." said John.

"Party pooper!" yelled Andy, earning him an ineffective smack to the shoulder by their dad. He turned to John waving him away as Andy continued laughing. "You gonna help me get this done?" said Brad.

John began walking walking towards a porta-potty about a hundred feet away on the other side of the parking lot. As he reached it the door burst open and a hand shot out, the hand grabbed the door around its edge. John stepped back nodding to the balding middle aged man just exiting.

"All yours man." said the man. John chuckled, cringing hard on the inside.

"Thanks pal." he thought.

He entered the small hut and unzipped, commencing his business. Finishing, he zipped and exited only to find himself face to face with the girl.

"Oh shit." Thought John to himself, "Real nice way to make a first impression."

He discretely looked down, disguising the look with a blink and a brush of his shoulder length black hair. What he saw left him quite quizzical. To start with she had no shoes, jeans rolled up to her knees.she stood just below John in terms of height, which was still fairly tall for a member of her sex seeing as John was a few inches above six foot. Her long red hair flowed down and around her breasts, inadvertently "showing the goods". A thin t-shirt loosely draped over her frame.

Green eyes stared at him expectantly, her eyebrows raised conveying something along the lines of "what the hell are you doing".

"Oh." said John, and stepped out of her way making a slight motion towards the bathroom. She shook her head at him as she stepped past, he could have sworn he heard a muttered "retard".

"Smooth John, Smooth." he said, mentally slapping himself as he walked back over and helped unsnap the last few buttons on the boat cover.

"Alright Hun, you and John hop in the boat and Andy will back me in." said Brad.

"Sounds like a plan, Stan." replied Sharon.

She and John clamored up the side up the side and prepared the inside of the boat. John organized the fishing poles while his mom got ready to fire up the engine, connecting the battery and turning on the engine fans that prevented volatile gases from building in the engine compartment. Andy began backing his Dad in calling out periodic instructions.

"Come on back, come on back, little left!. Andy continued, walking backwards until he was knee deep in the water. "Alright, just straight now!" The boat rolled back until it floated off the trailer.
Andy walked out of the water and unhitched the strap and winch that was still holding the boat. "You're good Mom!" he yelled.

Sharon turned the key, the boat turning over with it a few times before roaring awake. Pulling the throttle back, they reversed several yards out to reposition before docking. Brad parked then met Andy on the dock while John and Sharon did this.

"Now's the time if anyone needs something before we shove off." said Brad.

"No!" shouted Andy.

John and his mom nodded their consent, and without further ado Brad pushed them off and they were off.

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Now finally on the lake, the four were tasked with actually finding a good place to fish. They slowly putted near the shore while doing so and John seized the opportunity to throw a small pan fish lure around. After a long period of silence from the other three he finally exclaimed, "Well obviously not here! Why don't we just try by the island, that way people can swim and fish.". He gestured to a fair sized island in the middle of the lake.

"Sounds great!" said Brad, just glad that someone had decided. He turned the wheel, pointing the boat towards the island.

As they waited to get there, Sharon prepared a bobber set up while Andy began putting a small out of line spinner on his pole. John kept casting though he didn't expect to catch anything at the thirty or so feet of depth they were in.

Andy, having finished rigging his lure to his pole, joined John at the tip of the boat, their feet lightly kissing the waves.

"Hey, what's that?" said John, pointing at Andy's legs. There were many small, almost imperceptible lines on them, forming odd whorls and designs. Like a bunch of snails had slimed their up him except that instead of being shiny, the trails were matte, absorbing light not reflect it.

Andy frowned and rubbed one of the marks.

"I have no idea." he said, and continued to rub them, but he only succeeded in slightly lessening their visibility.

John spoke again, "I wouldn't worry about it too much mate, I'm sure you just need a little warm water and soap, then they'll come right off. But it is still weird that there are designs, it's weird.".

"Yeah." said Andy, "unnatural."

John shrugged and his brother put the strange marks out of his mind for the moment, but John caught him periodically rubbing at them.

They continued, slowly sloughing their way towards the island, Brad driving, Sharron 'sun bathing', and the two brothers leisurely  casting, staring at their reflections. The sounds, or rather the absence of the engines sounds, startled them out of their trance.
Simultaneously, they looked up. They had arrived.