Fun in the Sun

Isobella layed in the sand, unwrapping her towel and showing off a black and white striped bikini. Smiling and looked up at the sun, she layed in the sand near the water and closed her eyes happily.

Justin trudged along the beach, not really interested in going swimming or hanging out. He was still wearing his dragging jeans, and striped shirt. His bangs covered over his face, and he shook them away lightly, and kept walking.

Isobella opened her eyes and looked over at him. Wow....a guy in jeans on the beach. SHe laughed to herself and opened a book boredly, trying to finish the last few pages before she went for a swim.

Justin saw someone watching him, and looked back. He scowled, and stuck his tongue out at her. Go away. He thought to himself, and almost tripped over a piece of wood.

Isobella put her hand to her mouth and smiled. Please don't let me laugh, she thought. Still smiling and shaking her head, she went back to her book.

Justin slid in the sand slightly, crashing onto his back. He let a swear slip out of his mouth, then looked around for any young kids. He sighed, and stayed in the sand, laying back.

Isobella stood up and walked over to him. She put a strand of hear behind her ears and looked at him,"Are you ok?," she asked, with a slight irish accent.

Justin cracked open an eye, and looked up at her. "Well normally I would say yes, but, Miss, I'm laying on my back." he replied, smirking. He shut his eyes again, and yawned, putting his arms behind his head.

isobella just stared at him, she wanted to say something really rude to him, but she held herself. "Would you like help up?," she asked in a rude, but calm voice.

"I don't take help from rude people." Justin muttered, keeping his eyes shut. He sat up, and sat on his knees. "Sorry for being so rude." He laughed, and offered a hand. "Justin." He smiled.

Isobella shook his hand,"Isobella," she said, taking a small step back. Her older brother hadn't really made guys seem so great to her. "Yeah, I'm sorry to," she said, looking at him.

"Nice to meet you," Justin murmered, and glanced around the beach. He stood up, shrugging lightly. "Something wrong?" He asked, standing slightly taller than her.

"Not really...no, why?," she asked, her irish accent showing again. She sighed and looked around the beach. Exept for an old couple, they were alone on the beach.

"You stepped back." Justin replied, nodding slowly. He followed her gaze, and laughed lightly. "I'm guessing you're not the fun emo type are you?" He asked, glancing at the sand.

"What makes you think that?," she asked, putting her hand on her hip, acting offended. In a few seconds a few bursts of laughter escaped her and she smiled, looking out at the water.

Justin smirked, and kept his lips pursed. "You just don't seem like the type." He shrugged, and leaned down, picking sand up in his hands. He threw it at her lightly, and leaning back, rocking on his heels.

Isobella coughed and looked at him,"What was that for?" She looked at him, and coughed again.

"Because I was proving you're not the fun type." Justin responded, smirking. "I knew it." He shrugged, and walked around her, putting his hands in his pockets.

Isobella turned as he walked around her. "What are you doing?," she asked sitting down in the sand and staring at the ground.

"Going in circles." Justin replied, and kicked some sand at her. He sat down, and nudged her with his arm. "I think you need to lighten up a bit." He said, nodding.

Isobella moved a little farther away from him. SHe wasn't very trusting. "Yeah," she said, reaching out and splashing water on his face. She smiled and looked down at the water.

Justin rolled his eyes and snorted playfully. "Honestly," He moved closer to her, showing her he wasn't going to harm her. He splashed her back, smiling.

Isobella bit her lip, but didn't move away. She took a handful of sand and dropped it on his head, smiling.

"Mmm." Justin sighed, and shook his head, all the sand flowing away. He glared playfully at her, and grabbed some sand, drizzling water into it. He placed it on her leg, and smirked. "Mud cake. Special for you." He nodded.

Isobella sqeeked and pushed the sand off. She put water on her leg and washed the rest of it away. "Well thanks," she said, looking at him and giving a small smile.