Splash

He hits the water, his homeboys laugh at him as he sinks under. he had invited you to come and hang out with his friends at the beach. invited is an understatement. he came to your apartment and begged you to come. so you put on your swimsuit/wetsuit and came with him. you feel a tug on your leg, roughly separating you from your thoughts, and almost dragging you under the water. you panicked, kicking your feet, until you feel fingers wrapping around you. Zorath is looking up at you, his free hand swiping the water off his face. he smirked at you right before you shoved him right back under the water in annoyance.

he pops back up, side-eyeing the rest of his friends, who had started their own conversation and had also started goofing around. after a little while, you'd gotten bored of the water, so you decided to go back to the area the guys had set up. after downing two juices and smashing a hotdog, you lay down on one of the towels in the sand and just fall asleep.

By time you wake up, the boys are not out of the water and are playing football. Zorath and his homie Calvin is sitting beside you, Zorath clearly seeming irritated, phone in hand. "okay.. oh-." he uttered, clearly having gotten cut off. clearly, whatever happened, its bad. you'd never seen him like this before. "i literally.. god, she's so fucking irritating." he scoffed, hanging up on whoever was over the phone, even though you could guess who was over the phone. he glanced over at you, noticing you're awake and a soft smile.. or at least you thought he did. you rub the sleep out of your eyes and sit up. you had to have been out for atleast an hour or so

"im ready to go, man. you ready? most'a the stuff is already pack in the car, so youn gotta worry bout allat." he briefed, crawling over to you and helping you get up and dust yourself off. "we can go back to yours, if you want." he says lowly, his voice a bit raspy and tired sounding, his hands resting on your shoulders with a firm grip. "keep.. ya'know, hangin' out."