Dare

“This is stupid boring,” Chris groaned, thudding his head backwards onto the sand.

“I think you need to learn the art of relaxation,” I tilted my head to the side, lifting my glasses to stare at his dramatics.

“You woke me up at the ass crack of dawn so that we could lay here and bake in the sun like a chocolate chip cookie,” he groaned.

“Has he always been this dramatic?” Shawn joined the conversation from my other side.

“Yes. You were always just immune to him and his ways. Distance has made you see the truth.”

“Y’all are just rude. I’m going for a swim,” Chris jumped up from the sand, running at full speed towards the ocean.

“What do you think so far?” Shawn propped himself up on his elbows, making his incredibly toned abs look even more defined.

“About what?”

I was thankful for my sunglasses because he’d surely see me staring at the pure dedication he puts into the art that is his body.

“This trip. How does it feel getting away from life?” he sat up, taking a drink