Post by amos lyndon moore on Jun 5, 2011 11:14:26 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] ALL I SEE IN YOU IS ANOTHER SECRET OVER YOUR SHOULDER The Words: 987 The Outfit: here The Notes free cookies?! The sun was just beginning to set when Amos' brother dropped him off at the beach, as he stepped onto the pavement Amos regretted having not gotten his license yet, it was troublesome for his brother and he knew it. Walking along the asphalt which was emitting heat from the sun it had been soaking up all day, he gained new resolve to get his license by the time he went to college. It wasn't as if he couldn't drive, but with there father rarely home it was difficult to get enough parent 'driving hours' for the both of them, so Amos had opted out of driving because it had seemed like the least hassle at the time. But now that he thought back on it he could have gone with his grandmother if he had really wanted to drive that badly. He still didn't understand the point of a license because he liked to walk much more, but he knew he would need one soon and he couldn't rely on other people for everything, life didn't work like that. Though, he really did like walking, if there was something like a highway but for walkers Amos really would have just considered never getting a license his whole life, but there wasn't anything like that, at least not yet. Letting the thoughts fade away from his mind, he kept walking along the parking lot until he reached the wooden stairs that were embedded into the side of the cliff. Amos carefully made his way down the steep incline, making sure he had a footing on each wood plank before dropping down to the next one. When he had been younger he hadn't watched his step and ended up tumbling down to the sand below, he still had a scar on his side to prove it. The memory was pretty vague, it had been about ten years since it happened, but since then he'd always been very cautious when going down the steps, afraid of making the same fall. Especially where he was bigger than he had been then and he could only imagine the damage that could be inflicted on himself if he manage to stumble and fall. He shivers at the thought but kept going, two steps away from the bottom. Making his way to the bottom, he took off his converse while sitting on the bottom step. There was no reason to get sand into his shoes when he could walk barefoot instead. The sand was warm between his toes and it was smooth to walking against, he liked it more than walking in his shoes. Amos liked to think it was therapeutic, though he highly doubted people walked along the sand to help mental issues, but you never knew, maybe someone actually did. Taking larger steps, he let his feet drag through the sand so each time he moved forward sand dragged along with him in piles in front of his feet. Amos smiled at the piles of sand, they reminded him of race cars, it was a weird comparison but it was funny to think about all the same. Looking out along the sandy landscape he noticed an area that wasn't populated by too many towels and claimed it as his own, quickening his pace so it wouldn't be stolen by some other person in the time it took for him to make his way over. When he got there he unrolled his towel an let it float down onto the sand below, leaning over it, he smoothed out all of the areas that were bunched up so it was as flat as possible. Once he had done that, he let himself collapse onto the towel. he lay backwards staring at the sun for only a few moments before pulling himself back up into a sitting position and pulling his shirt up and over him. He wasn't especially proud of his body, he didn't have defined muscles like some guys did, but he didn't think he was bad looking either. He didn't get the concept of hating your body, it didn't make sense to him why some people were afraid to wear a bathing suit, if they were like that why not work on improving their body or otherwise just be confident. You were born to look a certain way for a reason, at least that was Amos's opinion on the subject. Debating whether or not to take his jeans off as well so that he was just in his swim trunks, he decided to keep them on for the moment. He sat for a moment with his fingers playing with the rips of his jeans which left his knees exposed to the sun. They weren't the best fitting jeans in the world, especially not on Amos, but they were comfortable and if he was just relaxing for the moment in the sand he saw no need to take them off just yet. Grabbing his sun glasses from his drawstring bag, he put them on and lay back down back towards the sun and his feet up in the air. From that position he pulled at the cords on the bag dragging it close to him and pulling out yet another object, this time a can of Arizona. Digging out a holder for it in the sand he pulled the tab and took a sip before placing it in the hole and taking out one last item. From the bag he pulled out a Kurt Vonnegun book of short stories he had recently bought and flipped open to page 107 and began to read, his eyes scanning the page behind the pair of sunglasses that were keeping out the excess light from the suns rays. As he lay there reading he swung his feet back and fourth, taking a drink every once in a while quite content with how his time was being spent. |