A/N: Uhhh...so I haven't been really active because of sheer laziness and torturous writer's block. It's gonna be a while before i ever update the other stories. Really, really sorry guys.
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There is nothing like secretly ogling at the supposed guy of your dreams on a sunny day at the beach.
With sunhat, sunglasses, and binoculars in tow, this hellishly hot summer day was going to be kick ass.
I sat about 100 meters away from the Zach Lively. The idea of it was similar to the idea of me sitting next to…Megan Fox. Yeah, he was that hot.
Fanning myself with an old Seventeen magazine, I peered through my binoculars in the direction of the treasured lifeguard's chair, towering at least one story high. It was like the seat for a royal king. And there sat the hottest creature to ever walk this earth. Even hotter than Taylor Lautner from that one dreadful vampire movie.
Oh…Zach Lively. You make my heart melt.
He crowned short, spiky sand-colored hair that did nothing to obscure his gorgeous facial features, especially them ocean blue eyes of his. Beautifully built with sharply-defined abs…it reminded me of chocolate.
I bet you know what I'm thinking about now, huh?
Licking and smacking my lips, I scanned Zach's entire body with my beloved binoculars. I sighed loudly. Until a colorful nipple eclipsed my view of Zach.
Shuddering, I made a horrified sound and dropped my binoculars.
I looked up and realized who was blocking my view.
My eyes trailed along an intricately designed tattoo that traveled from his toned right arm, upwards to his shoulder, and all the way down to his well-built pectoral muscle.
"Done checking me out?" drawled out a lazy voice that I recognized as Danny Lively. Zach's horrid twin brother.
"By checking you out, you mean imagining you—"
"—on top of—"
"—Rosie O'Donnell? Then, yes," I finished.
"You have a sick mind."
"Likewise, best friend. Now, shoo. I'm busy," I said, emphasizing "busy".
Danny rolled his eyes. "You know," he said plopping himself down next to me, "you should just go talk to him. Instead of stalking his ugly ass like the creeper you are."
"Don't you go dump your sass on me," I muttered continuing staring at his ungodly beauty. "Damn," I continued. "If I ever got my corrupted hands on that piece of—"
"Shut up, Rian," grumbled Danny.
I shot my head in his direction to glare at him. Not that he would see anyways because his stupid eyes were closed.
"Dickwad," I mumbled.
"Why don't you go suck one, bitch?"
I scoffed. "Like I haven't heard of that one before. Now, shoo damn it! You're taking up all the room on my beach towel."
"Wow, that's subtle way of calling yourself fat."
"Fuck you, Danny."
"I'm not sure if I want to…"
"Shut up. Were you always this big of a dick? Now freaking leave, damn it!"
"Whoa…you looked? Damn, Rian. If I had known you were this—"
"I suggest that you shut up, Danny. I'm dead serious," I warned. "And get your stupid head out of the polluted gutter. You've lost enough brain cells as is."
He smirked. "Nah, I think I like where my head is."
I rolled my eyes and took off my sunglasses. I stared at Danny square in the eyes.
Unlike his charming twin, Danny had washed=out green eyes like the fresh color of honeydew melon. It was even, dare I say it, prettier than Zach's blue orbs. It was weird.
Even though they looked exactly alike, they were complete opposites. Where Zach was outgoing, Danny kept to himself. While Zach was relatively flat when it came to humor, Danny made me piss my panties several times just by walking into the room. And when I lusted after Zach…I don't how I feel about Danny. Damn boy confuses the hair out of me.
Hair…Danny had loads of it. On his head anyway. It was kind of long, hung in his eyes, and the shade was darker than Zach's. And Zach barely had hair.
Danny was also leaner, more sinewy than his brother. He had the swimmer's body whereas Zach possessed a football player's physique.
Man, he had such pretty eyes.
I stood up suddenly and threw my sunglasses and hat down on my towel. I shook my head, bringing the volume back into my dark chocolate waves. Running a hand through my hair, I noticed that Danny was staring at me with glazed eyes.
It gave me goose bumps.
I rolled my eyes.
"Done staring?" I said monotonously. I began adjusting my bikini top, and Danny continued staring. Rudely, I might add.
He gave me a thorough once-over that gave me even more goose bumps and increased my heart rate. I was even sweating too, but I can blame that on the summer sun.
After staring at my chest a little longer than necessary, his eyes met mine.
"Now I'm done," he said with a smirk.
I scoffed disgustedly at him even though deep inside I was having a rave that he approved of my body. 10 years of dancing really did pay off.
"Peeer-veeerrt," I sang.
"You know it, babe."
"If you don't mind, I'm going for a swim now," I called over my shoulder as I walked towards the beach.
"Like I care!" he yelled right back.
My skin burned as I stood under the merciless scorching sun. I couldn't wait to get into the water.
Before I joyfully entered the cooling Pacific, I glanced over the hottie lifeguard and gave him a sultry wink. Zach waved and winked back. Turning my head, Danny was raising his eyebrows at me. His expression read what the hell?
I stuck my tongue out at him before running into the water.
I instantly felt relief, so I swam farther, deeper into the ocean.
Ah, the joy of swimming without sinking like…my neighbor's fat cat.
It was Danny who taught me how to swim.
It was when Zach started his first day as a lifeguard. And the first day I wore my black bikini at a public pool.
After I first received news from trusted observers, I forced Danny to come to the local pool with me. By forced, I meant forced. He's more stubborn than my dog, and he never listens when I tell him to sit. Stupid dog.
When we arrived at the pool, I opted for the uncomfortable fold out chair while Danny immediately cannon balled into the chlorinated pool. I lied in my little chair trying to look sexy for that one particular lifeguard. But after an hour or so, Danny grew tired of swimming with the little kids and demanded that I swim with him.
Of course, I told him to go play with his dick in the deep end of the pool because I would not be joining him anytime soon.
What he didn't know was that I couldn't swim. And unlike some lucky fellows who float automatically, I sank like that fat cat I mentioned earlier.
And so, Danny hopped out of the pool, and the sight of him wet nearly made my eyes pop out unattractively. He strutted determinedly and carried me over to the pool.
I was too shocked with fear to even protest what he was doing. Before I could object and tell him of my inability to swim, he dropped me carelessly into the water.
And the first thing I experienced was the sound of splashing water and the urge to suddenly want to breathe.
And I did. Through the most delicious way possible.
Intense mouth-to-mouth action from Zach Lively.
After I coughed up that lungful of blue water, I stared into the beautiful, concerned baby blues of the guy of my dreams. I searched for Danny, ready to give him an earful, but he was angrily packing up his towel and leaving the pool.
"You okay?" Zach asked in that ever so charming voice.
But I was too distracted, too distracted to really give him my full attention.
I sat up, pushing Zach away. "Fine," I answered half-heartedly and went after Danny.
"Danny!" I shouted, running across the smoldering blacktop on barefeet. "What's your problem?" I demanded.
"Oh, don't mind me. Continue your tongue-fest with Zach. I was just leaving," he said tonelessly.
"So you're just gonna leave? Without apologizing for nearly killing me?"
"Sorry for almost killing you. Happy?" he offered.
"That was not sincere."
"Didn't mean for it to be. I'll be off now."
"What's your problem?" I repeated.
He smiled drily at me. "No problem. Bye, Rian."
I exhaled sharply and glared at him. "Why are you an ass, Danny?"
He opened his mouth to retort, but I stopped him.
"You know what? Don't answer that. Don't bother stopping by at my place tonight."
And I ran back to the pool.
Not because I was pissed, but because my feet were on the verge of becoming well-done.
Later that night, Danny did end up dropping by. And I was absolutely not pleased.
Because he didn't bother knocking my door while I was changing into my pajamas.
"Hey, we're going—"
His eyes bulged at the sight of me in my boyshorts and flimsy cami before uttering out, "—swimming."
"Get the fuck ASDKFJASKLDJF!" I shrieked.
After finishing getting dressed, I opened up the door.
"What?" I snapped at him.
I could've sworn I saw him gulp, but he answered cooly and calmly, "We're going swimming."
He threaten to dress me himself if I didn't agree, so I begrudgingly put on my black bikini from earlier.
When we arrived, Danny walked ahead to the pool, not bothering to wait for me. Bitch.
By the time I was at the pool, Danny was already swimming. I sat down, swinging my feet back and forth in the water. In the shallow end of course.
"Why are we here?" I asked him when he resurfaced the water. "You should know by now that I can't swim."
He waded through the water, towards me. "Exactly. Which is why I'm going to teach you."
I raised an eyebrow. "Sure you are."
"I am. Now, stop being a chicken and join me in the water."
"Fuck you, Danny."
"Scratch that; stop being a bitch and join your hot male companion in the water."
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Make me."
Immediately, Danny wrapped his cold arm around my waist and pulled me into the chilling water. I got goose bumps from the cold…and from being so close to Danny.
"I just did," he half-whispered to my face. He distanced himself from, and I let out a breath I didn't know that I was holding in.
"Now, go over to the deep end."
"Are you stupid?" I scoffed.
He rolled his eyes. "Hang on to the walls, dumbass."
I splashed him, unsuccessfully I might add, but did what I was told.
"Now, watch, and see if you can imitate me, yeah?"
"Aren't we supposed to start small? You know, work our way up?"
"I wanna see how well you tread water first. Now, watch carefully."
Danny fanned out his arms around him, occasionally disappearing under the water. Looking down, I noticed that his feet and legs were moving back and forth rhythmically as well. It all looked easy enough.
"I think so," I said somewhat uneasily.
"I'll be here if you start sinking."
"Good to know," I said drily.
I took a deep breath and released the wall I was holding on to. I immediately started panicking.
Laughing, Danny wrapped his arm around me and steered me towards the wall again.
"Shut up," I growled, slapping his arm.
He grabbed my hand that hit him and held onto it. He stared me dead in the eyes.
"Do you wanna try something?" he asked.
"Depends on the 'something'," I half-whispered back.
"Do you trust me?"
He smirked. "Sucks to be you, doesn't it?"
And he pulled me under the water with him. Before I could start panicking again, Danny's mouth covered mine, offering his supply of oxygen. I held onto him, afraid that he'd let go. He never did.
It was some experience, and I did eventually learn how to swim. But the incident also made me even more confused about Danny. Did he like me?
I found out the day after.
"Do you like me?" I asked while we were at McDonald's.
He raised his eyebrow at me. "No."
That hurt a little bit, but what did I care? We were only friends after all.
Lifting my head for air, I spotted Danny getting cozy with a pretty red head with glowing pale skin. Something unpleasant sparked inside me, and I didn't like it one bit. I dove back under the water, a little harder than necessary, not wanting to see the scene anymore. My head struck something really, really, really hard. Almost as hard at my baby brother's abnormal, giant head.
My vision blurred, and my head ached painfully. I saw swirls of faint red before my vision blacked out completely.
Rian? Fucking Christ…
What a beautiful voice.
Rian, wake up, Rian! Goddamn it, WAKE UP!
What vulgar language.
You haven't made dinner yet! It's pizza night! Don't ditch pizza night!
Pizza night? Make it yourself, jackass.
Holy fuck…just how much blood do you have in that giant head of yours? Stop fucking bleeding, damn it.
Like I can.
Have I told you how scary you looked when you're all pale and your hair looking black and you have blood all over your face? Well, you do.
Fuck you too.
Rian…damn it, please, wake up…
His voice…whoever it was, was making my heart ache.
If you don't wake up, I'm going to stick blueberries up your nose and hope you get them stuck in the back of your throat.
I was kidding earlier. About his voice making my heart ache.
If you don't wake up, I'm going to take the last Hot Pocket stashed in your mini fridge.
If you don't wake up, I'm going to send all those inappropriate texts about Zach...to Zach himself.
If you don't wake up….I'm going to lick you all over your face.
Who's going to entertain me now? Who's going to kiss the very ground Zach walks on now? Not that you do, of course.
Whose ass am I going to kick now when I play Wii tennis? Not that you suck...oh, what the hell. You suck pretty bad.
It was Danny. Of course it was Danny. Only he would talk to me this way. But why wasn't I responding to him?
He paused, thinking probably.
Who am I going to take to prom now?
Who is going to pass on my good looks to our kids? Am I going to die alone from herpes contracted from the many sex partners I had because of loneliness?
We're getting married?
Don't leave me, Rian.
A violent shudder wrecked through my entire body, burning my chest because I was coughing it up like I had breathed in an entire bowl of dust.
When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was pale green.
And suddenly, I realized those were the eyes I wanted to see every time I woke up.
"Danny?" I croaked.
A grin broke out on his beautiful face.
And then he was kissing me, drowning me in the best way possible.
When he pulled away, I asked him, "How many kids are we having?"