Post by wylee damon ferreria on Aug 7, 2012 19:09:27 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:500px; height:400px;] from our seats - from out seats everybody wants a piece, whatcha think, buy a drink keep on shinning till we sing, we got our own little crew and we ain't following you, we only do it in the AM~ To say the least, both boys needed a break. Wylee had had enough of his training and improving for the next competition on his surf board, and the young man was pretty sure that his bestest of buddies need a stress relief from work and that harsh boss of his. Or at least he thought he was harsh; she never really liked him in her bar and she refused to think that he was adorable. Wylee found that part harsh. Most women, no matter the age, found him so lovable; but finding one that didn't was just hurtful. Need-less-to say, Wylee found that both himself and Finn needed a good party night. Plus they were Brazilian brothers since they were friends and they needed the time to just hang out; they'd almost seemed to live separate lives, Wylee fed off of attention and right now he was being starved of his greatest and closed friend in the world. Finn was the guy that knew everything about his problems, he was the one guy Wylee ever let truly know him. A party night together was a must and that was something that he never let Finn hear the end of. Of course, he talked about it just enough to not be annoying but he got his point across. Thankfully, the young surfer had caught wind of a bonfire being held for all who wanted to come and he jumped at the chance to go. He'd spent the beginning of the day like usual, just relaxing and laying back on his board as he aimlessly floated in the water. He was determined to not practice for that day and he didn't; he was proud that he reached his goal. Today was not a working day, today was a fun day. And when the evening hours rolled around, Wylee was seated on a log next to the big flames in a pile with a beer bottle in hand already half empty. He'd gotten some invitations from a few girls to go and join their group instead of sitting by himself, but he reluctantly refused those. He had to wait for Finn; if there was anything Wylee was to Finn it was loyal. Flashing a quick, but disarming apologetic smile, the surfer turned his attention to his cell phone and scrolled through contacts till he got to the one he wanted. It wasn't like Finn to bail on his best friend, but Wylee figured he should ask where he was over text. And that's what he did before going back to sipping his bottle and starting into the fire. |
