Mortals

Stock On A Beach With A Raymond 🏖️

Outside

When we got outside, Julia suddenly paused on her tracks.

“You sure you don't wanna change out of that outfit?

If you want I've got this nice swim suit in my bag– it might be my mom's fairly used bikini– but it's at least better than what you're on now." She persuaded.

“A bikini? Sorry I'll rephrase that, a fairly mommy used bikini!?" I said in a shocked stroke terrified manner.

“Great, here it is." She said pulling one out of her tiny clutch bag.

It was huge, sparkly, and stretchy.

She actually thinks I'll wear something that sparkly and revealing. It would make a perfect addition to my sling collection. Too bad I ended that business for over Six(6) years already.

“What am I suppose to do with that?" I asked confusingly.

“Put it on." She replied confused as well.

“I'm not wearing that.

There's a lot of blessed reasons why I wouldn't.

Take me this way, or have fun at the beach alone. Say hi to the sea for me." I concluded turning back to leave, but then she held me back.

“Okay, okay, sorry. Let's go." She said.

Then we continued on our way.

“You sure you don't wanna change? not even the pants at least?" She asked again stylishly.

“I swear I'll turn around." I threatened.

“Fine! You can keep your PJs." She concluded giving up.

At the Beach

Speak of big, crowdy, and beautiful, with lots and lots of sand. That's what this place is.

I love it!

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Few seconds later and we were at this perfect spot Julia managed to score, somehow. I still don't quite get it.

“I tipped the lifeguard."

She says.

We sat under her already prepared umbrella, on a piece of cloth.

“Why exactly did you have to tip the lifeguard to get a good spot?" I asked curiously.

“Well, I don't plan to be here before rush hour, or get chased off by another hotshot like myself. So, I gotta tip off to get the best before they do." She concluded, picking up some magazine from the ground.

“So, you do what they do then." I added stylishly.

“They reserve spots at the beach now." I concluded thoughtfully.

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Few seconds later and she was still just staring and lying there next to me, while I had to sit and watch.

“So, now what?" I asked anxiously.

“What?" She replied.

“The fun part." I replied.

“Uh, I thought you'd never ask." She said excitedly dropping the paper, then she turned her attention completely to me.

“Okay, first we wait for a cute guy to pass by. Then we get him to help me with my sunscreen." She explained.

“Okay, there's a lot wrong with that, but I'm not gonna go into the details with you right now.

How about I help you with your sunscreen?" I suggested.

“You a guy?" She questions.

“No."

“Then why the hell would you-" She said in a frustrated tone, then she paused,

“Forget that. Some guys are coming by, so the least you can do is act natural, okay?" She concluded lying back down in a pretty weird position.

“Right." I replied, trying to copy her positioning. “Natural enough?"

“Believable." She replied, then pulls out two shades from her dwarf purse. How that managed to fit into it? I've got no idea.

She passed me one, then picked her magazine back up.

“What's this for?" I asked confusingly.

“Blending in." She replies.

“With what?"

“Shush, here they come. Act cool." She orders, then placed the magazine over her face.

She didn't just shush me.

“You shush." I whispered grumpily. Then the guys passed us by, and it didn't seem like they were going to stop. So, she called them.

“Eh, boys." She called out, putting down the magazine, and they stopped to face her.

Here we go.

“I wanna put some sunscreen on my back, but my hands couldn't reach. Don't worry I wouldn't mind if you wanna help." She concludes, and they all kept staring at her confusingly.

“Hello, I'm getting red like a tomato here." She adds dramatically.

“Uh sorry. We've got better things going." One of the guy replied, while the others secretly snicker.

“You sure about that boys?" She questions confidently, taking off her shades.

Why was she confident all of a sudden?

But then one of the guy amongst them whispers to the others,

“Woo bros. Is that who I think it is?"

“I think it is." The third guy responded. “Wait you're Julia Raymond right?" The third guy added questioningly to Julia.

“No, I just used plastic surgery to look like her." Julia replied sarcastically.

“Oh, that explains it.' He concludes, and the rest of them agreed.

“Idiots, I am Julia Raymond." Julia concludes furiously.

“Why do the cute ones always have to be stupid?" She added in a frustrated tone.

“Oh, then it would be rude to walk off on a Lady." The first guy commented weirdly.

“Don't you've something going already?" She mocks.

What exactly is with this girl?

She wants them, and then she doesn't.

“Sunscreen, if you don't mind my lady? I'm definitely not busy." The second guy claims, rushing towards her to take it.

“I cancelled. Now, I'm all yours." The first guy added.

“I'm yours to use baby." The third guy concludes.

“Now, that's more like it." Julia concluded in a satisfied tone. Then she passed the cream to the first guy. “Be careful with my skin dog. It's my money maker." She orders. “You can all take turn at it, Five(5) minutes max. Ten(10) for the cutest one among you." She concluded winking at the second guy.

I'm pretty sure it was the first guy, but with all the weirdness going on right now, it was the least of my confusion.

“Sure, its a pleasure." The first guy concludes in a down tone, squatting behind her.

I need to get out of here, before whatever this is rubs off on me.

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Some minutes later

“Men, Joy you need to try this. This guys got magic fingers." Julia comments excitedly,

“You guys should totally do her too." She added.

“Do who?" The third guy questions confusingly.

“Come on dum dum, the girl beside me." She said turning to face Joy's direction, but didn't find anyone there.

“Uh, when did the lady sitting next to me leave?"

“Like a couple of hours ago, before Drake even began rubbing your back." The third guy said referring to the first guy.

“What!? Why didn't you tell me?" She added freakishly.

“We didn't know you two were together. We just assumed you were talking to yourself." The guy added.

“Idiots." She concludes rushing up. “Here's my number love– or Drake was it." She concluded, slipping a sheet of paper into his hand before leaving.

“Are you going to call her?" The third guy asks stylishly.

“No way. You keep it." He replies shoving it in his face, then he got up and stormed off.

Then the second guy and the third one passed eachother a weird glare.

“You should get pissed off too and give it to me." The second guy suggested trying the snatch the paper from the third guy.

“No way big head." The third guy replied fighting back to keep the paper.

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Is it a surprise that most of my sister's friends turn out more crazy than they appear?

Yah, no.

I decided to crash far away from where that freak was, and close to the sea water. While enjoying throwing some smooth looking stones I picked up on my way here towards the ocean– Then I heard conflict.

Some ladies were arguing over something some meters away from where I was.

By the sound of things I'd say it's got something to do with class.

“Please tell this brat to buzz off. The spot's already taken." A tall white skinned slim lady ordered, as she flipped her black silky hair that was dangling in her face to the side.

“Girl, this is our spot. So, beat it." The second girl claimed. She had a complete different shade from the first girl. A pretty honey blonde color to be precise, which were much more silky looking than the first girl's. Well, I couldn't really tell since hers were perfectly stalled away above her skin, with a purple flower dangling on the side.

“This is the RFCs Zone ugly.

Get lost. Find somewhere else to hang, maybe back on your bed at wherever ville, since you're on PJs." The third girl mocks. Only then did I realize. Julia did call my outfit a PJ.

Heck, they were talking to me.

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To Be Continued...