Early Morning Surf (Open)

[brae]

He'd driven himself down to the beach while most of the house was still in bed sleeping, it was after all Saturday and none of them actually needed to be anywhere today. Braedan's eyes travelled the beach which was slowly filling with people who wanted to either surf or swim or sun bathe. Coming from a pretty cold country at this time of year, he was a little bewildered that people would come here even now in the middle of winter. Oh well he would not deny himself the pleasure of watching bakini clad women and teens as they did what ever it was they wanted to do.

He'd set himself up on the beach in just a pair of shorts and sandal's, he could see pretty much everything going on around him and he was about thirty feet from some people playing volley ball. An aimless sport which didn't make any sense to him at all, but there it was. To most American's football made no sense to them, unless it involved them playing a version of it that reminded him of rugby.

He had a bottle of cold water down by his side and a back pack next to him with sun cream if their was any and a couple of books to keep him company. He had the option to go back to the car and put his bag in it so that he could go for a swim. But that was some way of happening, he was more content to watch said aimless game and the girls playing it at the moment.

[Jefferson Davis McIntosh]

Jefferson had, by virtue of waking up very early, managed to flee the McIntosh household without alerting the rest of his family. Once awake they'd surely notice he was missing, but by then his trail would have grown cold (he hoped) and Varina had other activities, so with any luck she wouldn't try and find him.

He made his way down to the beach largely because the beach usually had enough people around that he could blend in easily, but also because there were shirtless dudes around, and since Varina and his mother weren't around to loudly humiliate him about it he could safely check them out. For instance, the blonde over there was pretty hot, even if he was obviously checking out the gaggle of (admittedly gorgeous) ladies playing volleyball. Actually, on second look the guy seemed awfully familiar...and then Jeff recognized just who he was checking out. Well, damn. Braedon was very nice and excellent company (even if he didn't understand about Alabama football), but there was something about ogling guys he knew that made Jeff uncomfortable -- maybe because he was afraid his family would find out, and then Varina would attempt to play match-maker, and he couldn't imagine that going over well. Hell, she'd jumped to the conclusion that he was with Isaiah just because they were eating lunch together. Really she had some strange ideas, that girl. For instance, that he couldn't have male friends.

Still, since Braedon was here he might as well talk to the guy. It would be rude not to, right? Right, he agreed with his own conclusion before striding over. "Hey, Braedon! Nice day, isn't it?" He glanced over at the books stacked beside the other boy. "Watcha readin'?"

[brae]

Braedan looked up at the boy from his seated position and smiled, "Hey Jefferson, nice to see you." Braedon said in heavily accented English, the American accent had yet to make an appearance in his voice which he hoped it never would. He liked how he spoke to much to lose it to something as common as the American language. He looked down at his book and smiled, "My brother recommended it to me a few days ago, I took him up on the offer to borrow it." Braedan explained. "I'm not sure what to make of it." Braedan added as he held up the title. "I think that my brother has been influenced by the geeks of the school, hitch hikers guide to the galaxy. What was he thinking?" he asked as he put it away.

Braedan's eyes travelled back to the people playing volley ball on the beach and smiled, it wasn't like he hadn't seen it all before but he never tired of it. Braedan returned his eyes back to the boy still smiling, he was a complete mystery to Braedan, all this thing about Bama. He still wasn't sure what Bama was, so occassionally he would ask the most stupid of questions to get him closer without actually asking what the boy was talking about.

"So what brings you here today?" Braedan asked him. "Besides the gorgeous women in bakini's." he added as an after thought.

[Jefferson Davis McIntosh]

Jeff found Braedon's reading material completely unenlightening. He'd never read it, he didn't know anyone who had read it (or they hadn't told him, if they had) and while he was fairly certain there was a movie based off it, he hadn't seen it. "That sounds....interesting." He said politely, because he couldn't think of anything else to say. "Uhh, is it any good?"

He glanced disinterestedly at the bikini clad beauties. Definitely not here to check out girls, but he decided not to correct the other boy's assumption. At least, he wasn't going to correct him immediately. "I'm here for escape!" He answered dramatically. "You would want to escape, too, if your mom wrote a blog about you." To be fair, she wrote about the rest of the family as well, but what most concerned him was that she wrote about him and even though she didn't mention any of them by name she'd appeared on enough stupid talk shows that anyone who knew who his mother was knew who she was referring to when she wrote about The President of the Confederacy. As if it wasn't bad enough that she'd named him and his sister after Jefferson Davis and his wife, she had to rub it in with her stupid, meddling blog.

"And Winnie's getting on my nerves, too. She was trying to get me to go to a Jonas Brothers concert," He shuddered in horror at the very thought. "Just because she listens to them doesn't mean I want to!"

[brae]

Braedan looked at him like he had grown an extra head, "I'd rather walk through hell than continue to read it, I said I would give it a try, since he was adament that I try it." Braedan said to him. "Is it possible for a book to be akin to Japanese water torture?" he asked with a shrug.

Braedan had heard a rumour about some blog, he would have to check it out and see whether it was funny haha or not. He suspected that it might be very embarrassing for Jeff, if it were written by his mom odds on it would be very embarrassing for Jeff, he knew how he would feel if he were in Jeff's position. He'd like to kill his mother, for doing something that embarrassing. "I feel for you Jeff, it sounds like something a mother would do to embarrass their children." Braedan said with a skake of his head. He thought he had the monopoly on embarrassing mothers, after this revelation though he thought he probably didn't any more.

Braedan laughed when Jefferson said about the Jonas brothers concert, he really tried not to but he couldn't help it. "Your sister wants to drag you to a Jonas brother concert, maybe she just doesn't want to go alone, if you had actually agreed to go and the news got out you would never live it down." Braedan said to him though he had been dragged to his fair share of embarrassing activities and concerts. "So is she likely to use emotion blackmail to get you to go, or will she allow you to slip away from the Jonas brothers thing?" he asked him.

He knew only to well that sisters tended to have you wrapped around their little fingers if you let them have their own way.

[Jefferson Davis McIntosh]

“Good of you to try it,” Jeff opined. If one of his kid brothers had asked him to read something, he supposed that he would have agreed. If Varina had tried to get him to read anything he would have burned it without even reading the dustcover.

He shook his head in despair at being the subject of a blog. “At least there are four of us, so she can spread the humiliation out some.” Winnie kept a blog, as well, but at least hers wasn’t widely read and mostly involved his sister posting glamour shots of herself. Sometimes she mentioned how much she wanted to give him a makeover, but that wasn’t nearly as bad as having every bad grade or fumbled ball recorded for posterity.

“No way in hell I’m going to that concert.” He stated flatly, “She has friends, she can go with them. She wants me to come she’ll have to knock me out and drag me there unconscious.” Which, now that he thought about it, she might actually attempt.

Was she going to allow him to get away? Probably not. “Yeah, about that, if you see her coming warn me so I can run far, far away. She’s persistent, took all my Silversun Pickups albums and replaced them with her teeny bopper shit to ‘get me excited about their concert’. Wouldn’t put it past her to follow me.” He glanced over his shoulder, but she wasn’t anywhere to be seen. Yet.

[brae]

He smiled a little at Jeff, "You should be careful what you wish for, she just might do that to get you to come. Or do what most girls do when they want something, and moan about you to your mom or dad." Braedan said with a shake of his head. "I can't tell you the amount of times I've acted as chaffeur to my brother and sister. Though if I'm honest I'm not sure whether that is because its convenient for my mom, or whether its my siblings trying to be the talk of the town." Braedan said to him, his brother and sister were comfortable with their newish status in life where as he was the awkward one.

Braedan smiled, "No problems, I'm not sure I know what your sister looks like though, but I shall try. If I see some crazy girl heading this way I shall make sure to give you some warning." Braedan explained to him. When he said about the swapping of cd's, Braedan winced, to do that to a mans cd collection was so wrong on so many different levels. Even his mother knew not to touch the cd pile by his sound system. "Doesn't she know thats blasphomy on an epic scale, to replace decent music with teeny bopper disney music... urgh." he said feeling like he should comment but not sure what the right comment was having not heard of the band in question.

[Jefferson Davis McIntosh]

"She doesn't need me to be her chauffeur. She's the one with the car." He admitted, idly picking up a piece of driftwood and dragging it through the sand. After all, she was older! And actually legally old enough to drive, which he wasn't yet. Not without an adult present, anyway.

He shook his head in despair. Varina was truly in a class of her own! "She's really, umm, persistent." He sighed at last. And overbearing and completely convinced that she was unequivocally and always correct about everything. She would have made a great politician.

He turned his attention back to the volleyball game that had originally caught Braedon's attention; some guys had joined the girls, more active in their attempts to flirt than his schoolmate had been. "Hey, I think you have competition." He warned, nodding at the new guys, although it was more likely that Braedon was only looking and had zero intention of acting on his interest. Jeff could certainly understand that, he preferred looking himself. "Oooh, you'd better go over there that guy has an Aub----ow!" He yelped as volleyball met face.

"Fuckin' Auburn fans!!" He growled, feeling his nose. He didn't think it was broken, but it sure hurt like hell, and he was pretty sure those were stars circling in front of him.

He prodded at the volleyball with his driftwood, contemplating whether he ought to throw it back, push it back with his stick, or attempt to relaunch it as a missile and thus acquire revenge against his unknown nemesis. Not that he needed to know anything beyond the fact the other boy had on an Auburn t-shirt, and Jeff was wearing a shirt that proudly proclaimed his allegiance to The Big A.

[brae]

"Watching the people playing volleyball is one thing, actually getting involved is another. It would have been okay before the other guys got there, but now it would be moving in on their girls. And while I am not at all bothered by the idea of a fight, its not really worth spoiling my weekend or my evening for that matter. As I am sure it will if they take offence to someone like me getting involved in their game, and flirting." Braedan told him, LA people were nuts when it came to the girls that the guys wanted or at least that was what he thought.

Braedan watched the boy check his nose out after it was hit, and tried not to laugh at the boys choice of expletives, he couldn't blame Jeff for being annoyed. He'd taken enough balls to the face over the years to know just how much it hurt when you got hit by one.

"Your nose looks okay, at least its not bleeding." he said to him with a reassuring smile. "Is their something about those two teams that you disagree with? Are thy rivals like Manchester united and Manchester city?" he asked having no idea what the boy was talking about, and trying to make some sense of it by bringing it to something he could understand. American football was not his personal favourite sport, if it was that kind of contact sport he preferred rugby, a proper mans sport.

[Jefferson Davis McIntosh]

"Auburn," Jeff proclaimed seriously, "is only the greatest rival Bama has ever known. They're fans are awful, almost as bad as Florida fans. I know, it's difficult to imagine, Florida fans are pretty horrible."

He picked up the volleyball and hurled it back at the players with a holler of "Roll tide!!!" before settling back down on the sandy beach. "See, you have to teach them who's boss." He explained, as though he'd done anything at all noteworthy beyond screaming his defiance at them. Not that they cared; the Auburn fans had returned their attentions to the more important matter of flirting with the girls.

"Man, you don't watch football at all, do you? That's gotta change. And none of that NFL or Big 10 shit, it has to be the SEC." He decided. "It's really too bad the Superbowl is over, though, that would've been a good start...even if it isn't the SEC..."

A buzzing erupted from his pockets and he jumped, pulling out the offending phone. "Urgh, looks like I'd better head off," He sighed reluctantly, "Mom thinks I should swing by the store for her. As if she couldn't do it herself. Probably helping Winnie concoct some evil plot."

He shook his head and jammed the phone back into his shorts' pockets. "Have fun reading your geek book! See ya Monday." He stood, dusting himself off before leaving Braedon to his cute beach girls.