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Stan had already decided it was gonna be a good day. Hes been pretty good at keeping positive lately, especially since its the beginning of summer. The seasonal depression parting ways for now was always a relieving feeling for Stan. It was maybe his second time going to the beach this summer, he REALLY wanted more time for it but work was work.
Last summer he had gotten into surfing because Kenny and marjorine FINALLY moved back near the beach and they both liked to hang out there so Stan joined them. Kenny had always been into that stuff since he was a kid, Stan never really showed an interest until now basically.
Unfortunately for Stan, he got into surfing around two months before the summer ended so he didn't get much practice, But he could definitely get up on the board pretty well. And now, he can finally get back out on the water again.
It was maybe a 20 minute drive away so pretty convenient. And also Stan could probably use some time outside. Again, seasonal depression sucks ASS.
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"Dude hurry up and put on your wetsuit, it's not that difficult" Kenny says lightheartedly
"God forbid I don't wanna flash these poor pedestrians, hold on" Stan says pulling up the wetsuit past his waist
"I think your past the dick point" Kenny says taking a sip of water.
Marjorine sets down a towel on the beach chair and lays down, flicking her sunglasses outwards and onto her face with such skill it would make god fucking sob with envy. "Damn marjie, your already set. Wish SOMEONE would be as fast as you" Kenny eyes Stan "I'm simply low maintenance. And I don't have asthma." She says
"Wow. Just throwing some shade my way with no remorse I see" Stan says finally shimmying the rest of the suit on "she is correct I fear" Kenny says "Come on!" Kenny grabs his board, Stan following with his own.
Its not TOO busy out on the beach today, but pretty lively nonetheless. Not too many surfers, maybe four or five others. The waves were looking good too.
Kenny got in first, working his way through the whitewash, Stan got in soon after, keeping a safe distance between Kenny so they wouldn't have a chance at colliding. As well as keeping far from the other surfers. All while trying not to nosedive into the water, he still made that mistake quite often but it was slowly getting better.
The first wave stan sat out, watching Kenny attempt to ride it, but it was kind of a dud. Still his turn though. He quickly paddled into deeper waters, a bigger wave beginning to form. The adrenaline is starting to kick in.
"Fucking sick dude!" Kenny shouts out as stan rides it.
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Around an hour of straight surfing goes by, Kenny and stan were starting to get tired. He figured this would be his last one before he takes a break. Kenny was already trying to get to shore while stan, was a bit more further out than he would prefer. Though luckily a big ass wave was coming towards him. Absolutely perfect.
He paddles up to the wave as it barrals toward him. Quickly standing up, this was a good one. A good one to end off on.
He falls off the board soon after, Very quickly he feels the sensation of the wave crashing down on him. Feeling something rip off of his ankle.
the leash. The fucking leash, to keep him and his -very expensive mind you- board together, "Shit!" He says after resurfacing, searching to find his board.
He scoured the ocean, only spotting a big ass wave coming toward him. Now he was starting to panic, his breath shortening. "Stay underwater while it goes over" he whispers to himself. Just accepting his fate to become one with the ocean at this point.
The wave hits, hes tossed and turned in the water, more than usual, it feels like he got hit by a car, well- MAYBE that's a bit dramatic but still.
It was taking longer longer to resurface as well. how big was this fuckass wave?
FINALLY he resurfaces, already tired from the past hour of surfing. Loosing his board on top of that was a lot and being barraled with yet ANOTHER wave isn't helping. It's getting harder and harder to stay above water, he felt his throat closing. Only stan would get an asthma attack right now.
Just as he was starting to loose hope, he heard a rumbling coming near him. A fucking jet ski. A hand pulled him up out of the water and onto said jet ski.
Thank fucking God
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He pretty much blacked out the short ride to the beach, he needed his inhaler FAST. The moment he hit the sand, he finally looked up, still wheezing and coughing like crazy. He was distracted for a moment, The lifegaurd looking down on him so fucking hot.
"STAN! STAN DUDE" Kenny says rushing over to him, a small crowd forming around him "Did you swallow any water? Shake your head for no, nod for yes" the lifegaurd says. He shakes his head and does a hand motion the Kenny recognized "MARJORINE- Get stand inhaler" Kenny calls out to marjorine who was on her way over there, quickly turning back to grab it.
He didn't have to wait long, but the time he did wait he was staring at this lifegaurd. Through his own suffering he STILL thought he was hot as shit. Bright red curly hair pulled back into a bun, freckles sprinkled perfectly on his face- the thought of dying in his arms was pretty appealing despite everything."Hes asthmatic?" The lifegaurd asks Kenny, snapping stan out of his short daze. Still cannot for the life of him breathe.
"Yeah- Thanks marjie" Kenny says as marjorine returns with said inhaler, looking rather frightened "Um- yeah yeah of course" she says. Kenny rushes down next to stan putting the device on his mouth, stan takes over from there, taking a few puffs
"Hey man, you good? Just to confirm, you DIDN'T swallow any water?" The life guard says. Stan takes a few breaths of relief, then responds "N-no, I think I'm good, just exhausted I guess" he pauses "are you an angel?" He adds, still VERY out of it.
"Uh. No. Just Kyle. Hey, how about we get you out of sun?" He says. "Ohhh Kyle... I'm stan" stan replies "... Yeah that would probably be nice" stan slowly sits up, Kyle had a hand on his back to support him "I'm gonna pack up dude, were gonna meet you at the guard shack okay?" Kenny pats his shoulder than sits up. Marjorine looked petrified.
Kyle helps stan stand up, he was in fact VERY tired, his neck hurt, his arms hurt from swimming, and he feels a major headache starting to form. The sun beaming down on his wetsuit making him want to crawl out of his own skin was starting to really prevelant. But this hot guy named Kyle's HANDS were somewhat distracting from the suffering, keeping his right hand on his back and left on his arm.
"Let me know if you feel light headed, dizzy, or nauseous to anything that doesn't feel good" Kyle says. God his voice was so dreamy too.
"Yeah. I'm a bit light headed but I won't pass out or anything"
They make it to the lifegaurd shack, the air conditioning was truly a godsend for stan. He sat down on one of the benches leaning back on the wall.
"I'm gonna get you a water. Do you want ice?"
"Uhhh... Yes please" stan nods slowly. Kyle exits the room, coming back soon enough with a water bottle, and a plastic bag with ice inside. Stan gratefully takes them both. "Drink the water slowly if you would. It doesn't take much to get nauseous on a hot day" Kyle says.
"Thanks" he says taking very quick large sips. Probably disobeying the angelic human being in front of him but goddamn, he was feeling like absolute shit.
After he finished the water, he put the ice bag over his eyes, which felt heavenly.
"So uh... thank you, sorry for calling you uhm... An angel, I mean you kinda were. Just like... No shade" Stan had no idea what the fuck he was saying at this point, he wasnt thinking straight, he puts the ice pack in his lap, looking at Kyle again.
"Your good. Dont worry about it, it's a first though. Does your heart feel too fast or slow at all?" He asks
"𝘝𝘦𝘳𝘺 fast around you" Stan says, he would have been more sly about flirting but it gets to a point where he just doesn't give a shit
Kyle stops for a second, looking a bit startled, but quickly regaining his posture "Uh... I mean like... Rate wise, be serious heat exhaustion is a very real thing."
"Nah, it's fine. I'm more so just tired and hit as shit"
"Okay, Id recommend you go to the hospital and make sure there isn't an issue. But you seem okay enough to not need an ambulance. Are your friends coming to pick you up?"
"Yeah." Stan says. Half of his brain paying attention, the other half begging to ask him for Kyle's number.
"... Okay." Kyle eyes him suspiciously. It's definitely obvious Stan is staring.
The door to the outside opened, Stan takes a deep breath "Yo, you ready my dude? And more importantly, you alright?" Kenny asks peaking his head into the room
"Yeah. All good" Stan stands up, pausing for a second "Your really pretty by the way" Stan says looking at kyle,
"Uh... Thank you" Kyle nods. Stan quickly gets out of that shack, Dragging Kenny with him.
"... Dude... Hes so fucking hot.