Last Summer - South Park [Style]

TWO [blue]

Pain. The first thing Stan notices are his burning temples. His brain, tortured by the lack of oxygen, feels like it has welled up and is about to crash his skull. He furrows his eyebrows which leads to the feeling of a thousand bones snapping and he lets out a groan. Something wet spreads out on his forehead and a strong scent he can't name clogs his nose. Stan starts coughing and tries to sit up. The lack of support for his back makes him feel dizzy but he tries his best to not fall back again. What happened and how did he get here? The strange liquid drops onto his lashes and cheeks. The scent is so strong that Stan nearly has to gag but he still can't figure out what it is. While the soft cool wind is covering his back in shivers, which has been heated up by the hot rocks slithering their way from the beach into the ocean in a thin line, he slowly opens his eyes. Blue is the only colour he can see. The sky seems to fade into the ocean flawlessly and the lack of perspective makes Stan's head scream. To the right of him he hears a gasp. He collects all of his strength and turns his head to the right. But what he sees then makes his body go numb. A pair of big bright green eyes stares back at him. He sees lips that are slightly parted in surprise, a straight nose, prominent eyebrows and a mess of redish curls. The guy around his age is in the water and only his upper body is visible. Then the stranger's eyes widen and only because of Stan's years of football training he can grab his arm before the boy manages to escape. Now he doesn't seem surprised anymore. He looks frightened. "Wait, what happened?" It takes a while before he gets an answer. The voice is quiet and shaky. "You were drowning." His stomach tightens. Drowning? "And you saved me?" "Of course." A wet curl falls into the boy's eyes but he doesn't seem to bother. "Can you please let go now? I need to leave!" "No!" The answer may have come too sudden because now he looks scared again. "I mean...you can't just leave like that. I need to thank you first." A strong wind starts to blow but the stranger isn't moving. How does he manage to keep his body straight? He is only holding onto the rock lightly with his free hand. He must have some amazing leg muscles. "Are you free tonight? We could meet at the beach bar. I'll buy you a drink. You saved my life after all." The truth that Stan refuses to admit is that he doesn't only make that offer because of good manners. He just want to see him again. Talk to him. Get to know him. "I don't...I don't think I can." Stan is ready to beg but from the expression on the guy's face he can tell that it won't work. "Alright. I'll be there with a friend. If you want to you can come. If not then...not. No problem." What he gets as an answer is a small nod. Then the stranger's eyes glide away and he focuses something behind him. "Is that your friend?" Stan turns around and sees Kenny jogging towards him on the slippery sharp rocks. "Yes he is. I guess I'll see you-" But once he turns back around, the beautiful stranger is long gone.