Okay whoops let's try that again: here to redeem my first SS coupon! #1: a ship Drabble from the RP of my choice (chasin / oceanfront) ... Not technically a ship but shhhhh let me have this 💕
“Chase!” Colin called up the stairs. “Come on! Let’s go!”
Instead of a reassuring “be right there!” or “almost ready!”, he was met with silence. Again. With a sigh, Colin checked his watch as he shifted his weight from his right foot to his left, his shoulder crashing into the railing at the foot of stairs.
It was at this unlucky moment that Bobby emerged from the kitchen. A jar of peanut butter was clasped in one hand as the other pulled the spoon from his mouth. He wasn’t wearing pants. In fact, it was unclear if he even owned pants anymore.
“What’s the matter?” he seemed to say, though it was difficult to be sure as the peanut butter had made it all one word. He swallowed before adding, “Your date making you wait?”
Colin scoffed. “He’s not my date.” After a beat he added, “Is that my peanut butter?”
“No,” Bobby answered, too quickly, his hand tightening around the jar, clearly hiding where the word ‘Colin’ was scrawled in black Sharpie.
Before Colin could remark on this any further, footsteps thudded across the floorboards above their heads. After a moment, Chase appeared at the head of the stairs.
“Hey, the beach isn’t going anywhere.” He slung his bright blue beach towel over his left shoulder as he readjusted the ukulele clasped in his right hand. “Besides, it takes time to look this good.”
He gestured the length of his body, indicating his bright orange shorts, collared blue shirt and already beach blown curls.
“Gross,” Bobby moaned, making a face. And with that, he vanished back into the kitchen.
Chase paused on the landing, leaning across the rail as he met Colin’s eyes. “What’s with him?” He glanced back to the still swinging kitchen door.
Colin just shrugged, “Who knows.” After readjusting his own beach towel, he added, “Ready?”
“Yup,” Chase answered as he descended the remaining steps. He pulled their front door open and gestured Colin through.
They could only just hear Bobby’s “get a room already!” as the door clicked closed behind them.
As they descended the steps leading to their porch and started down the hill diving their beach house from the sand, Colin checked his watched. “Okay, I have exactly 4 hours and 12 minutes before I’m expected at work. What should we do first? Swim? Sit? What do you want to do? I’m kind of feeling sitting? Maybe tanning? Or, well, burning. But if you want to swim, I could swim.”
Chase just sighed in answer as he pulled a 180 so he could walk backwards in front of Colin. “You know, if you weren’t so attached to that watch, I’d throw it in the ocean.”
Colin scoffed, “You wouldn’t—”
“I would,” Chase persisted, an eyebrow rising. “But I won’t. Why don’t you just enjoy this? We can do whatever you want first. And please, don’t constantly check your watch. If you do, I really will throw it in the ocean. Please, Col? Just enjoy the first day of Spring with me. You love the first day of Spring. Besides, you need a vacation.”
With that, he returned to Colin’s side, falling into step once more just as the grass became sand.
“Okay, you may be right,” Colin began. “But what if I’m late for work? I need to keep track of the time–”
Chase cut in before Colin could continue his protests. “I will keep track of the time for you. You worry too much. In fact, you should probably just give me your watch. Let me hang on to that so you won’t be tempted.”
Before Colin could react, Chase reached around and grabbed his left hand and began unsnapping the clasp. Colin tried, in vain, to save his watch but Chase was too fast. As soon as it had left his wrist, Colin shuddered.
Chase patted him on the shoulder soothingly. “I know, buddy. But that will pass.”
Colin merely sighed, in answer. They continued in silence a moment longer before, suddenly, they stopped together and simultaneously threw their towels into the sand. Colin immediately smoothed his while pulling a bottle of lotion from his pocket. When all was to his satisfaction, he flopped down on the towel and popped open the bottle top.
Meanwhile, Chase had sat in the center of towel, crossing his legs before him as he began absently strumming his ukulele. His eyes drifted out over the bright, blue waves.
Colin listened, content, as he applied the lotion to everything he could reach. When this had been accomplished, he turned to Chase, holding the bottle out to him. “Could you get my neck?”
“Hmm?” Chase pulled his gaze from the water and turned, spotting the bottle. He took it from Colin while setting his ukulele on his towel beside him. “Sure, man. Turn around.”
Colin did so, his eyes scanning the waves as Chase squirted a dab of the lotion into his hands before he began to massage his best friend’s neck. Colin sighed in contentment, his eyes suddenly springing closed.
“You know, C, this is the life.”
“Couldn’t ask for better,” Chase agreed.
“Well, it would be better if I had my watch–”
Chase whacked the back of his head before dropped his hands from Colin’s neck and returning to his ukulele. “Don’t even think about it. You still have 4 hours and 2 minutes before you’re expected at work. And I expect you to enjoy every second.”
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