It was a known fact that Tom hated shoes. For some reason he did, so when you asked him if he wanted to go to the beach, he was ecstatic.

Currently he's walking beside you, pants rolled up to make sure they didn't get any sand or water on them. The sand made him feel like he was dragging his feet as it was. Though the sun was being unforgiving as it was glaring down at them. Besides it was only sunset and it was still humid and trashy out.

Tom was blabbering on and on. You had the worst of his talking since you were family. Not to mention that he liked talking to you more than anyone else, at least you listened ... or he would like to believe anyway.

"I mean, c'mon... the movie was trash!" Tom said, talking about a horror movie he saw recently. It was pretty bad in his opinion.