Snippet #1690698

It wasn't long before Lucas was walking down his long driveway in the same sandy flip flops that he'd just gone fishin' in. There was a salty breeze that'd carry the air and make it seem a little less humid for a minute before returning back to the same wet heat. The sun had already gone down, and stars flecked the sky. At least, they did where clouds didn't cover them.

Reaching the end of the driveway, he paused for a short second when a flicker of movement from the house across the street caught his eye. The curtain was wide open, and he could see quick movements across the window. He suddenly tore his eyes away, and looked back to his house. Checking all of his windows, no one had seen him eyeing the "other house". He left the mailbox and continued down the street.

The sound of the waves could already be heard, crashing against the shore of the beach. He could almost smell the saltwater. He got closer, and it hit him like a wave in itself. That familiar smell he barely acknowledged after being around it for so long. He slapped a mosquito off of his arm without thinking, and hoped that he could hi-jack some bug spray off of somebody.

When he'd crossed the last street that divided his street and the beach, he was stepping on sand. The flip flops had to go. He picked them up and held them in one hand. A little ways down the beach, there was already the supplies for a bonfire set up. He was far enough down the beach that he couldn't tell who the one figure was, but that could be a good thing. It could mean that he was also unrecognized. Phillip and Will arrived shortly thereafter.

They gave a long, exaggerated "Hey," and made their way down to sit with him on the sand. He wondered if they'd already started drinking. Will was carrying one six-pack, and Phillip had two. Why didn't that surprise him? He shook his head and smiled. "Neither of you said anything about getting drunk."
"Drunk? No!" Phillip exclaimed, shaking away any thoughts of such out of the air. "We're just gonna loosen up a bit."
"Phil, you and I both know you can't control your drinking. You should watch how Will does it. Much smoother talk with girls, but he's not falling on his face."
Will's pride showed in his smile while he passed one to Lucas. "It's an art, brothers. Learn it."

Lucas scoffed, knowing he could hold his beer just fine. Hearing the sounds of more people arriving on the beach, he looked back at the path that led onto the sand. He hid the beer between his legs while he sat, thankful that he looked more like he was 20 than 17. There was a cop that lived on his street, and he wondered if he'd be out tonight. It wouldn't surprise him. Phillip and Will weren't very good with planning things like this, even if they were just crashing it.