Hello guys!

Yesterday, I was in Stockholm at a friend of mine and we came up with two new ideas for fanfictions! YAY.
I will start with this one. It's a simple cute fanfiction, no angst or so. So no worries! The other fanfiction that I will start on after this one will take a while since I need to research a bit. That other one is… well, a tiiiiiny bit more angsty, but I think you'll love it!
As you probably notice, this fanfiction will only be from Mathias's POV and I write as if he's telling the story (that's why it might sound very… Denmark-ish) and sorry for the bad English once again.
Feel free to send reviews. It raises my self esteem.

Mathias Køhler – Denmark.
Lukas Bondevik – Norway.
CHARACTERS BELONG TO HIMAPAPA.

Anyway, here's the first chapter of Sunburned!
Enjoy!

If I'm late, I will lose my job.

So I continued to run towards the cabin in which my angry boss was probably waiting. It was a bright summer day and the sun cheerfully shot lasers of light into my blue eyes and it made my eyes water. My red sandals gently hitting the hot sand of Florida as I ran. Since I started working as a life guard here in the United States, I've been scared of losing my job. And I love my job! Which was probably the reason why I was afraid of losing it.

The blue and white cabin was slowly coming closer and closer. I could even see the small sea shells that were glued on the door. But a low 'Bzzd' sound distracted me from running. It became louder as I came closer to my goal until the sound was so unbearable that my eyes shot open and I started into the ceiling of my apartment. The 'Bzzd' sound still ringing in my ears as I pushed my legs out of bed, still with my blanket wrapped around my waist, hips and legs.
"I can't be late!" I shouted to no one. When my feet hit the cold floor, I got so stuck around the blanket that I eventually tripped over the cloth and fell. My slightly sunburned face hit the floor and the damn alarm was still showing off its existence with its constant vibrating sound. All this probably happened within five seconds.
I probably laid there in surprise, exhaustion and pain in another ten seconds until I decided it was time for the Viking alarm to shut up. I got that alarm from my mother when I left good old Denmark for USA a few weeks ago. I had wanted to come here over the summer to work and get some money. It had been a tough decision but it ended with me going anyway. I pushed myself up from the floor with my muscular arms but didn't notice the blood running down my nose. The alarm was an around 3.9 inches tall statue of a hairy man with blonde braids, a shield and an axe in his hands. The axe would go up and down when the alarm was on and annoying. Somehow this statue reminded me of my boss.
But I pressed the flailing arm down, causing it to grow silent. Its midnight blue eyes stared at me with a sour look, as if he was angry at me for turning him off. My nose was still letting out drops of blood but since I can be a pretty unknowing guy, I didn't notice. But the second I got some in my mouth, I hurried to the bathroom to wipe my nose. The taste was bloody, of course. It had a metallic sort of aftertaste and it wasn't very pleasant.

The second the blood wasn't coming out anymore, I returned to my morning habits. There wasn't very much to do on the mornings though.
First off; changing clothes. That is kind of pretty important. I can't really save lives in my red and white underwear. Well, I could but it wouldn't be very hero-ish. I ascended to my tiny room again. It was a simple apartment in Florida, pretty close to the beach I worked on so living here was pretty expensive but with my parents' contacts, I got it for a lower price. The walls of my temporary home were covered with photos of family and friends along with posters from movies I like. The one poster I liked the most was a picture of Ariel and the others from The Little Mermaid. My younger brother, Berwald, used to mock me for liking that movie so much. The walls were originally white and boring. There was a wooden nightstand beside my messy bed. The nightstand had four drawers in which I kept all kind of stuff. The fucking alarm still stared at me from its place on top of the furniture and the red blanket was still covering half of my floor.
I didn't even bother picking it up. Instead I picked out a white t-shirt and a red pair of swimming boxers from my wardrobe, two steps away from where I stood. It was black without any interesting details. It wasn't that full, I'm not the fashion type of a guy.
Once I was dressed with a pair of black Ray-Bans, I ate a quick breakfast containing a sandwich with cheese and ham and a glass of juice before brushing my teeth and hair. The kitchen still smelled like toast and fresh air. I loved being in the kitchen – both because there is where I keep all the food and because there was a nice view of the ocean through the big window. I usually keep the window open to hear the sound of the people and birds. Plus, it made new air come inside.

And that was basically all I did on the mornings. Except for falling out of bed. That didn't happen very often. I also showered every other day.
The time was 9:26 AM. I still had over thirty minutes left until my shift starts but with a shrug, I decided to go. My front door looked old and the brown warm color was slowly fading away from it, revealing an ugly yellow color instead. I took a minute to prepare myself for seeing cute girls in bikini's and loud screams from small children before heading out into the morning sunlight knocked me off guard but the Ray-Bans did its job with shadowing it.
It was a typical sunny day. Birds were flying and singing up in the blue sky. People were chatting and laughing as they passed me. A salty, fresh scent filled my nostrils and wrapped me into a nice happy feeling. Asphalt became sand and soon my red sandals were filled with burning sand.
The beach was already filled with people in all forms. A couple of girls were walking in my direction. One of them had long curly brown hair with a green bikini. The bikini was too small for her but it made her breast look bigger. Not that I bother, they were nice to look at. The other was a girl with short blonde hair and a baby blue bikini. She was very cute, especially with those small freckles over her cheeks. We greeted each other with giggles and a wink before we continued to our different directions.

My boss was as usual sitting on the porch of our cabin with his long blonde hair in a ponytail. All of us called him 'Scandi' for some reason and we had gotten so used to call him that, that no one remembered his real name. But what we do know is that he is also from Scandinavia!
Scandi smiled when I appeared on the porch beside him. His smile was warm – like a father's – and it always made me happy since I was so far away from my own family.
"Good mornin', kid." He said with his old powerful voice. It sounded like the roar of a very nice human bear. I greeted him with the same words, adding a smile.
"Your nose is bigger than usual. Fell out from bed?" Scandi exclaimed with hidden amusement. You could easily see him fighting back a laugh. The sun was making his hair shine like gold. But before I could answer, he waved me off. I made me way to the back of our old cabin. Sand was all over the floor and some furniture here and there. To my left, there was a small bathroom and the living room. To my right, the kitchen and the room with all kind of life guard stuff. Around this time of the year, we teach kids how to swim or surf, so we had stuff for that lined in this room. Almost no girls come in here and that could be quite a shock since the cabin was so clean – except for the sand on the floor.
I took the only thing I needed for today; a whistle, before heading out again. There were even more people now; both on the beach and in the sparkling water. Small kids were laughing and throwing water at each other. Girls were trying to get a tan. Guys talking and eating ice cream or out surfing to impress on the girls. An ordinary day.
As usual, I walked around at first to check on them. Just to make sure that everybody was having a good time but by the look on their faces, they were having a good time. I could see a group of pale kids looking for something – or someone – in the sea of people. And being the nice guy I am, I approached them.

"Is something wrong here?" I asked a guy with black swimming boxers.
"Well…" The guy mumbled. "We can't find back to our group…" By a quick look on his expression, it was easy to see how nervous he was. I also noticed his accent. Swedish? Danish? No… It was Norwegian!
"Do you remember how the surroundings looked like? I mean, is it near a big tree or somethin'?"
The guy took a minute to think before answering the question. "More like near one of hundred ice cream shops you have here…"

I let out a laugh and asked him the color of the shop and more about the surroundings. When I got a clear picture of where their group was located, I asked them to follow me.
We probably walked pass over fifty people on our way there. Once we finally found their group, they quickly thanked me before running to their towels and friends.
In the corner of my eyes, I spotted him. A thin guy lying on a blue towel with small smiling whales on. He had light blonde hair that seemed to be as soft as silk. It was easy to see that he belonged to the group of Norwegians – even if he was a few meters away from them. Something told me that he didn't want to be with them.
The only thing that was odd about him was the fact that he had a book over his head and his skin was red as a crayfish. His breathing was slow and calm;

It seemed like someone has fallen asleep under the burning sun.