So this is kind of a crossover between Found and Dyle One Shots. It will be posted on both. Hope y'all enjoy.
Dan POV:
"Your tanline is hot." Kyle whispers as he applies sunscreen to my back for me. I had been wearing a tee shirt, which was a poor decision on my part, for my shoulders are pasty, but my arms are lobster red.
"I'm not sure if that's a shit pickup line or a shit pun." I reply, rolling my eyes.
"Yes." Kyle replies. I hate it when he replies vaguely, dripping suntan lotion on his blue swim trunks. I hear an awkwardly sexy "ugh fuck" under his breath.
"I'll get that for you." I whisper, trying my hardest to not be awkward while flirting.
"This is a public beach!" Laura yells from a lounge chair beside us.
"Do you have sunscreen on?" I ask her, dismissing her hollering.
"Yep." She replies.
"Then why are you laying out to tan?" I ask, confounded.
"I am trying to, uh, you know, not blend in to a wall." She replies, rolling her eyes so you can only see the whites.
"Laura, you're going to get skin cancer and die." Kyle explains.
Laura sits up dramatically, her oversized sunglasses falling down her nose. Laura draws a line in the sand with her toe. "This is the line," Laura begins. She picks up Kyle's sandal and pulls it over the sand line, "and you have crossed it."
"Goddammit." I laugh.
"I'm going to be in the ocean if you hoes need me." Kyle says. "Caio, bella!"
"I'm going to join him. Don't get skin cancer and die." I smirk, running up to follow Kyle.
"Not planning on it!" Laura yells after me,
"You and Laura are the sassiest people, I swear." I sigh, joining Kyle in the first two or three feet of water.
"Is this a compliment, or-" Kyle asks.
"I think?"
"I'll take it one." Kyle laughs, kicking up water at me.
"Thanks." I groan.
"My pleasure." Kyle snorts.
"Do you think I look incredibly out of shape standing next to you?" I ask, being the self conscious loser that I am.
"You're in better shape than me." Kyle remarks.
"Oh yeah, says Mr. Abs." I reply, trying to recreate Laura's eyeroll.
"I don't have abs!" Kyle exclaims. "You have damn good arms!"
"You have damn good arms! And yes you do have abs! Don't you fucking lie to me!" I argue
"I'm not lying to you, you little ass." Kyle laughs, splashing me again with water.
"You have crossed the line!" I splash him back.
Laura POV:
If Dyle knew how loud they were, I think they'd be embarrassed. I'm a solid 100 feet away and can hear clearly every word they say. Their splash war is rather juvenile, yet needed. I wish I could tell Drew about all the cute things they do. I'm sworn to secrecy, even though it doesn't save much. A stormer could be walking down the beach right now and know immediately that they have something going.
"My arms are not 'damn good!' They're sunburnt!" Dan insists.
"I don't care! You're amazing!" Kyle shrieks, splashing more water on Dan.
"Why is it you become so positive at random times?"
"Why is it you become so negative about yourself?" Kyle snaps back.
"UGH!" Dan shouts. "I'm not losing this argument I just can't get my shit together."
"I sent you that tumblr post."
"You shush!"
-N I G H T-
Two king size beds with memory foam mattresses are probably the closest things to heaven you can get without dying. Kyle and Dan share a bed and I get one to myself. I am convinced they're trying to see how much they can get away with in bed without me noticing. They think I have no idea, but I know exactly what's going on, and it's sleeping you nasty. What do you actually think they'd be doing with me in the room? Goddamn fanfiction readers...
They do however, cuddle. They're the cutest cuddlers, and Dan's hair always gets in Kyle's face to tickle him. They're also good sizes for spooning, which honestly is exactly what I want in life.
-M O R N I N G-
Kyle POV:
"You have sinned!" A Mormon woman hisses at us as Dan and I walk in holding hands.
"Piss off." Dan mutters.
"What do you think your mothers think?" The Mormon woman yells, following us.
"They're cool with it." I reply truthfully.
"Hasa diga ebowai." Laura mumbles.
"What's that?" The Mormon woman taunts.
"I said 'hasa diga ebowai.'" Laura replies, much louder, "look it up, sweetie."
Dan snorts, trying to contain laughter. "It means 'fuck you, god.'" Dan whispers to me.
"Amazing." I reply.
"Why do you position yourself in the presence of The Gays™️ if you're so damn homophobic?" Laura quizzes the Mormon woman.
"Trying to save people like you that are at risk of converting." She snarls, touching Laura's shoulder.
"I like girls." Laura announces. Dan seems a tad shocked, but it was obvious from when I first met her to be honest.
"Homosexual scum!" She sneers, marching away.
"Pancakes?" Dan suggests. We all mutter in agreement
