Alex looked out onto the sea, finding nothing better to do. Well, in fact, that was a lie. He could of been shopping for some supplies which he was meant to be doing but instead, the sea air had drawn to the beach and he had been well, stuck there since 3.30 now.
He felt a push from one side of him all of a sudden and felt his balance slip. Before he knew it, he was plop onto his bum in the sand looking like an idiot. He burst out laughing, wiping his hands to get the sand off them. Luckily, he hadn't landed on any of the wet sand.
'Well, lemme see who the culprit is and then I'll tell ya,' he joked as he looked up and saw a boy around his age. He shot him a grin, his white teeth showing against his tanned athletic exterior. Getting his feet back onto the sand, he pushed himself up in one fluid movement. Not that it should be hard for him. His muscles were strongest in his legs in the first place. But that's what you get for being a runner.
'Unfortunately, that cost me my new pair of jeans needing a wash,' Alex said seriously to the guy, his face straight. He raised an eyebrow at him, and held his hand out expectantly. 'Believe me when I say this. I don't think you know who you are messing with,' he added, a slight threat in his voice. Wow, he thought internally, pissing himself laughing. I think I should quit running and become an actor. Actually, nah, that'd be pretty boring. I'll keep with running.
