It Was a Dark and Stormy Night....

The Watch Tower

by: FilousSopo

It was a dark and stormy night when we arrived at our destination. The timing could never be any worse. Imagine spending the next few days of summer with your loving family and some family friends in a secluded beach resort in southern Thailand, except you didn't get any good sleep from the 12 hour bumpy ride, and instead of being greeted with the salty breeze of the sea, you're washed with the damp air of a storm's tail. Thunder clouds and occasional pouring for added effect.

Just the perfect weather for a summer vacation. Just so you know, I'm rolling my eyes with sarcasm.

The night was so black that you could only see the bright stars above, peaking through the thin clouds, and about 10 feet in front of you. It is almost in the middle of nowhere to the point that the blackness of night invades every part of the landscape.

Walking next to me is Beam, one of my best friends. When Beam walks down the hallway at school, the females ferociously attack him.

The clinginess levels are so large that it's almost disgusting. That guy is blessed with softest curls, piercing brown eyes and eyebrows sexy thick. He will melt anyone on contact.

We have been friends for a while. The friendship started in junior high, grew in high school, and just flourished during this particular trip.

Earlier in the evening Beam, a couple of adults, and I went down to the beach near the chosen camping spot. The adults entered the closed beach and sat on a small stone wall about a hundred feet from the water. Beam and I were a tad more daring and sat atop the ten-foot high lifeguard tower. The seat wasn't that wide, so there was constant contact.

"Damn, I wish we could see the stars clearer tonight," said Beam.

"Yeah. But it's definitely not like this back home. This is the middle of nowhere," I replied.

Both of us sat conjuring our individual thoughts. This was a moment for personal reflection on both of our parts. The dark abyss of water is only dimly reflecting us sitting on the stand.

"You know what would be cool?"

"What's that, Beam?"

"If Pring was drowning right now."

"Hah, it would be better if her brother, Park, was drowning right now," I blurted out.

Thoughts of Park's latest wrestling match, and the revealing singlet he wore, flashed through my mind, as I comprehended what I just said.

It was as if my limbic system was disabled and I was mindlessly blabbing whatever thought came first. "And if he was wearing a black Speedo, that would also be cool," I added.

"I bet you'd want to give him CPR too"

"Of course. That would be the best part."

"Hmm," pondered Beam.

I didn't know what was happening, or when to shut up. I just divulged my deepest and darkest fantasies to Beam and getting a minimal reaction.

Our position and our closeness to one another at this point remained unchanged. We both sat staring at the horizon and stars fighting through the last clouds, as if that was just a normal conversation.

"We're heading back," boomed the loud voice of Beam's Dad as he told us his immediate plans. We replied with an acknowledgement, and went back to staring.

I was shaking for two reasons. The most prevailing one was that it was a very cool summer. The second reason is that I just told my best friend that I would like to rescue a speedo clad wrestling hunk from perishing in the cold waters, both of these thoughts nagged me until action was taken.