This is a little late but I hope it's still okay! Sorry, I've had it written but I forgot to post it as I've been pre-occupied with school.
(Note: all speech is spoken in Venezuelan, that's why it's in italics)
It had been years since the Santiago family graced their home country of Venezuela, yet after the incident with the Zica's blew over they all chose to go back.
The beach was a favourite for the boys even when they were younger. In their youth Carlos would often come down with Diego and crash against the white waves, laughing and joking with his brother; it was the one thing the young boys missed the most when they were taken to England, they missed the sound of the waves breaking and the golden sand that no matter how many times you showered would be found inside bed sheets and dusted in the bottom of shoes.
10 years on and the boys were back on the same beach as if they never left, shouting and laughing in one hundred mile an hour Spanish.
''Manuel look at me! I'm fucking doing it, I knew I could do it'' Miguel hollered over to his Venezuelan twin proving that he can actually stand up on a paddle board.
Miguel raced against the waves, pushing his ore deep into the sea and pushing out with such a force to propel himself faster that it created a white cloud behind him. As the sun beat down on the boys they naturally grew darker as their skin tanned to the deep caramel they were before they arrived to sun deprived England.
Further down the beach, sitting on the sand, Carlos lay back propping himself up on his muscular arms to watch his cousins play in the water; enjoying the fact that there was no threat of gang danger in the area which allowed his family to enjoy down time. Or so he thought... a great wail was thrown into the air by the youngest Santiago.
'Ow, ow, ow! Fucking jellyfish!! Fuck fuck Fuck. It hurts so bad'. Paulo ran out of the water, fell to the sandy beach and held his thigh in agony.
Two long gashes which were beginning to blister and looked incredibly sore were whipped across his legs, clearly done by the multitude of jellyfish that inhabited the warm waters of Venezuela. Alerted by the scream the boys began to crowd around him in panic with a flurry of 'are you okay' flying from their mouths. That was until the twins swam ashore.
'We'll piss on him' was over enthusiastically hollered by the two Venezuelans as they ran up to their youngest brother, already reaching for their shorts. Overly keen to piss on Paulo.
'No one is pissing on anyone! We'll just take him to the pharmacy' Carlos told the twins as simultaneously Paulo aggressively shouted 'like hell you will!'
With that, the day was cut short as the boys began to trek into the town to find a pharmacy for Paulo while reassuring Manuel and Miguel that it's more beneficial and easier to do so than to piss on the young boy.
