Liam wouldn't leave Mike alone the entire morning. He kept ranting about the party, and then... after a while, he started talking about them both joining the others at the beach. So Mike had gotten absolutely zero reading done in the last two hours. In stead of making a deal of it though, Mike had sighed, put down his book and gone to the beach with his infuriating brother. The beach was okay, he guessed... it was almost noon, so people were beginning to arrive. Girls in bikinis, guys in shorts and old people who really shouldn't be showing themselves that scarcely dressed in public places. Gave him the creeps. When he got old, he'd decided he'd lock himself in his house with hid beloved books, maybe a wife too, if he ever found someone to light that untouched flame. Yes, Mike had never been in love. He hated to admit it, but it was true. He was some sort of freak of nature - he probably wasn't even able to feel like that. He was 19 with no real girlfriend to speak of. Sure, he'd done the dating scene, and he was definitely no virgin, but no. Love, as it turned out, was an exclusive party not meant for him. Maybe that's why he liked to read about it.
At the beach, he and Liam had bet up with the others. Trent, as he found, had actually managed to get a girl already. They were busy making out on the blanket this moment. Mike glanced at them, smiling wryly. Trent was a whore, really. He never dated, but he gladly slept around. He'd broken quite a few hearts already, but he wasn't a bad guy. Not really... not with his friends. Peter, Adam and Christian were in the water, messing around. They'd found a couple of others to push a bathing ball around with. Liam was... well, he was working on his tan, as he liked to put it. Mike himself, was sitting on a blanket next to the one sporting Trent's make-out-session, music blasting in his ears. He liked to just watch the beach. Observe. Think. Listen to... Linkin Park at the moment, apparently. It was one of their old songs; in the end. A favorite of his. He actually hadn't fancied their newest album, so he hadn't bothered putting it on his Ipod. But the classics? Those, he loved.
He'd been sitting there for a while, thinking that maybe he should go to that damn party anyway, except... Liam had been adamant about the matter, which made Mike want to do the exact opposite - something his twin knew very well. They didn't look entirely alike. They both had darkblonde hair, and the same nose and chin, but that's where their similarities ended. Mike had brown eyes, Liam had grey, Mike had a lean build, Liam's was broad, and so the differences went on. Even their clothing styles were different. Mike wore stylish, yet casual clothes, where Liam was all about jeans and t-shirts. Their personalities were opposites too... in most ways, anyway. They both preferred brunettes, though Liam didn't care whether they were superficial sluts, or virtuous girls. Everyone was good for a fuck. He was a lot more like Trent in that department.
"Hey... dude," Mike heard Liam say, and as he glanced in the direction of his brother, he saw the guy get up. "Wanna go get some food? I'm starving." He continued. Mike chuckled, Liam was always 'starving'. "Sure... why not? I'm starting to feel a little hungry myself" he replied as he stood. Liam suggested this concession stand just down the beach, and Mike merely shrugged and followed. He wasn't really a big fan of fastfood. He preferred a meal that had actually been cooked, not just thrown into a deep fryer, but it was the best he could get at this moment, so he'd deal.
As the two guy stood in line, Mike caught sight of a beautiful brunette running down the beach towards the stand, or a specific bench, he soon realized. She looked panicked, like she'd forgotten something, and when she stopped at the bench she'd been locking at, he saw her pick up a small device. Some sort of music-player or phone, he figured, smiling a little as she put it into her pocket and sat down. He would've been panicked too if he'd forgotten his phone here. Mike was still looking discretely at the girl, when an elbow poked him in the stomach. "Hey!" Mike said, sending his brother a glare. Liam smirked, "do you want food or that brunette over there? 'cause... you know, it's our turn." As he said it, Mike realized it was indeed. He cleared his throat, not bothering to answer Liam's little joke, and ordered a bottle of water along with a chicken-sandwich. The guy in the stand cast Mike a smile saying 'why are you wasting my time, idiot?' as he gave both guys their lunches. Liam, of course, had a coke, two hotdogs and a twix. They paid the guy and moved out of the way, letting the next in line past.
"So," Mike said, "back to the others, or?" There were no available tables, so they didn't have much of a choice really. Liam grinned, "nope... not a chance. You're finally interested in a girl here, and I'm not just walking away," he said, striding towards the brunette Mike had been gauging mere minutes ago. Uh oh, was his initial reaction, but then he just shook his head and followed. Liam could not be stopped once he set his mind to something, besides... Mike was sort of curious as to what he'd do.
Liam stopped next to Erica, smiling down at her, "hello sweetpea... it appears there are no available benches, so my brother here, and I, were wondering if we might be able to join you?" Mike snorted on a half laugh, glancing from Liam to Erica. "What he means to say, in common English is; do you mind if we sit with you, since there are no other benches? And don't take offence at the nickname, please. Our mother did a terrible job with him." He said, smiling wryly. Liam shrugged, looking at Mike, "yeah, but I said it with feeling, dude."
