-arturo&sage- i like learning a lot

[William Andre Dupont]

William floated in the water, placed atop a brightly colored surfboard and squinting into the sun. His dark hair was slicked back with salt water and his hands were resting in front of him on top of the board. He squinted in the direction of the open sea and took a deep breath. A small wave was beginning to form and he paddled outward in an awkward, excited surfer way to get to the wave and hopped up to a standing position on the board. Unexpectedly, the wave exploded in size and overwhelmed his apparently noobish surfer abilities. Predictably, he fell face-- or stomach first into the water and vanished from sight.

It was a few brief seconds before he resurfaced, a fair distance away from where he had totally wiped out. Complete face plant, brother. He exhaled sharply, water coming out in a torrent from his nostrils, a disgusting sight he was quite glad no fine Ehu ladies were witness to. He swam towards the shore, to recover and maybe work on his tan, which he would cleverly disguise as a nap so no one would suspect him of something as feminine as “sunning”. He ripped the Velcro from around his ankle and got to his feet, board in arm and approached his towel. He looked around casually and didn’t see anyone; he let his board fall into the sand with a thump and dropped onto his towel with the same amount of grace. He sighed loudly and rolled onto his stomach, exposing his back to the scorching sun.

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[sage ashton tremblay]

in his right arm, sage ashton tremblay held his beloved quiksilver surfboard (which, cheesily matched his boardshorts) against his body, looking out for either william or arturo on the beach, or out in the ocean, trying not to let girls in bikinis distract him. it had been far too long since sage had been out on the ocean, and had been looking forward to this occasion since william suggested a day out riding the waves a few days ago. sage tossed his head backwards, forcing his dry, brown hair out from his face. he raised one hand above his eyebrows, his pointer finger touching his forehead, to block the sun out from his view so he could get a better look at whether or not he noticed anyone matching william or arturo's silhouettes riding the waves. soon enough, sage saw whom he believed to be william walking from the ocean with his board in his arms. soon enough, william was lain on his stomach.

sage smiled, slowly walking up to william, subtlely checking out the asses of girls who were letting the sun so beautifully hit their backs as he made his way towards his also suntanning friend. "hey!" he said, dropping his surfboard to the ground as he kicked sand onto william's back. "get your lazy arse up, or i'll find a way to get this sand into incredibly awkward and uncomfortable places." as sage waited, he looked around their surroundings. "is arturo here, yet, mate?" he asked casually, taking a seat in the sand between william and his surfboard. "should we wait for him, or hit the waves? it's been forever since i've gone riding."

[arturo zaniel nevés]

{ arturo ran across the boardwalk and down the seawall steps onto the beach. he had his surfboard with a banana splattered across the front of it and 'arturo: the man' spray painted on the opposite side tucked under one arm, and an orange-mango delight from little sheila's shaved ice shack in his other hand. he wore completely battered up sanuk flip flops, a tye dye tank top from american apparel and some wicked board shorts snagged from the seventies or something. his signature aviators were popped down over his eyes, though they kept slipping down with every hurried step.

arturo had planned to catch some waves with his fellow pipi wiwi surfers, sage and william. but, he was being such a douche! he was way late because there had been this hottie at the shaved ice stand and one thing led to another... but now he was afraid his boys were going out to sea without him! only losers surfed alone. unless they were actually good, which y'know, arturo wasn't.

arturo quickly found his bros. sage was standing over william who was uh, tanning? what a loser. arturo gave sage a slap on the back as he walked up to the pair. "sup, dipshits?" he sipped on his shaved ice, looking at the two like the measly little first year that he was. "ready to say aloha to those big girls out at sea?" he remarked, pointed a long and roughed up finger at the tsunami rollover waves. tsunamis weren't funny or anything, but damn these waves were sweeeeeeeeeet

[William Andre Dupont]

“God damn it, Sage,” he groaned as a shower of sand fell on his back, why did it always clump?
"get your lazy arse up, or i'll find a way to get this sand into incredibly awkward and uncomfortable places."

[/i] Sage had the worst timing on the island; he had just gotten comfortable; the sand had shifted so it had become a crudely constructed nest. Begrudgingly, William flipping on his back to halfway comply with Sage’s request, but he wasn’t ready to leave his precious spot yet.

Dozing in the sun had made him quite tired and now all he wanted was some shaved ice but that seemed unlikely now as he could see Arturo approaching with his board.
"is arturo here, yet, mate?"[/i] William lazily answered with question by nodding his head toward Arturo, who was only a few feet away now.
"ready to say aloha to those big girls out at sea?"[/i] Now as he had no choice, William got to his feet bringing the board with him and propping it in the sand, holding it in place by resting his elbow on top of it.
“I’ve been waiting for you guys all day, let’s get out there so I can show you how it’s done,” it was well understood that William, as a novice surfer wasn’t all too great, but whatever. He wanted to make them feel bad for making him wait all day, all that free time to flirt with bikini clad girls really did a number on him.
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