A/N: This is one of my first attempts at a humor fic. Feedback and constructive criticism are welcome, but flames will be used to set off fireworks.
It was a scorcher of a day in Ocean Shores, California. The dockside eatery, the Shore Shack, was doing a roaring trade, as it was one of the few places in town to escape the heat.
A pair of sweaty pre-teen boys stumbled into the Shore Shack.
"This heat is insane," one griped in a raspy tenor.
"I hear you on that, dude," the other agreed in a voice that carried a hint of a Spanish accent.
The owner of the first voice was short, had auburn dreadlocks kept in place by a green headband, and was wearing a pair of sunglasses with teal-tinted lenses. He was dressed in a yellow V-neck t-shirt, burgundy shorts, and white sneakers. His name was Otto Rocket.
The owner of the second voice was a head taller than Otto. His face was dotted with a number of freckles. A brown-and-yellow striped hat covered his ginger hair, which always stuck up in the front. His outfit consisted of baggy green cargo shorts, a blue tank top layered over a white shirt, and white high-top sneakers. This was Otto best friend, Twister Rodriguez. (His real name was Maurice, which he really hated).
"I feel like I'm melting," Twister complained.
Tito Makani, the Shore Shack's resident cook, walked over to them. He was carrying a tray that held two glasses of his special recipe coconut lemonade.
"You're a lifesaver," Otto said gratefully.
He glanced at the next table, where Twister's older brother Lars sat with his best friend Pi Piston. Judging by the amount of fries in the fry cartons, they were about halfway through lunch.
"Ocean Shores is really getting a nude beach?" Pi exclaimed excitedly.
"Yep, that's what I heard," Lars's heavily accented voice replied. "It opens up on Saturday and there's gonna be a big party. Maybe we could try to pick up some babes." Lars chuckled evilly.
Uh-oh, Twister thought. He knew what that look on Otto's face meant.
"Hey, Twist, what do you say we check out the nude beach too?" Otto asked.
"What? Are you kidding? Do you know what my mom would do to me?" Twister yelped.
"Your mom can't do anything unless she catches you," Otto reasoned. "Come on, buddy. It sounds like it'd be a blast."
Twister wondered why watching people getting sand in places that didn't usually see daylight would be fun. He also wondered why his nickname was Twister when Otto was the one always twisting arms to get people in on his schemes.
"Okay, okay, I'll go," Twister said heavily. He knew there was no use arguing with Otto once his mind was made up.
"Great!" Otto exclaimed. "Meet me in my backyard at dawn on Saturday. This is gonna be sweet!"
What have I gotten myself into this time? Twister thought as he sipped his lemonade.
