The darkness skipped across the water, twirling, slipping the sun innuendos and threatening remarks and doing the same to the careless beach in its vicinity. However the beach paid no attention to the remarks, dancing gracefully in the wind making way for the blue haired beauty that strutted, arrogantly onto the beach holding his tented umbrella. Although the light could do no damage to his paled skin at this time of day he would never leave the house without it; in the summer at least.

Soon the wind sang in his ear, brushing tiny gains of sand against his exposed legs and torso. In his other hand he held Bodie's duffel bag, which was supposed to contain something very important. Bodie'd never really mentioned how important the bag was but by the sound of his voice (when he warned Oblio over the phone) and his 'DO NOT LOOK IN THE BAG' sign and warning that Bodie'd given him for the last few days, he was pretty sure it was important.

Truthfully Oblio could care less about what was in the bag if his lover didn't want him to know but, being Bodie he could never quit tell what the blond was really thinking especially with that goofy smile on his face and that constantly jovial mood. To be honest he was a bit curious but, would never disobey Bodie, purposely or intentionally.

Oblio's hips swayed which could easily be detected by the trunks he was wearing (the only thing that he was wearing). They hugged his slight lean, well-toned build, due to all his years of dancing. Although Oblio was at the beach he was late, terribly late but, it didn't matter as far as he knew. As long as he'd made an appearance his boyfriend would be happy enough to treat him to the afternoon alone. But honestly Oblio'd rather spend the evening in the blond lifeguard's presents; no matter what ridiculous nickname he'd come up with for him. He wouldn't admit it but was sure that Bodie see right through him sooner or later.

Lately the blond seemed to be avoiding him, taking extra shifts, canceling their dates, and hanging out with Mo and Glitch more frequently. He also seemed to be very short on money, meaning that Oblio was left to pay the bill for the dates that they actually did go on.

Oblio flipped his hair as the wind forced it sideways. The wind now picked up pace placing gentle sandy kisses all over his body. Instead of darkening his skin the sun now danced across his skin brightened his features slightly. The sun soon found a new interest, kissing the horizon surely welcoming the moon soon enough. As much as the Oblio hated to admit it he actually liked the beach, if he was accompanied by Bodie, who in fear of awkward silence brought Glitch and Mo. In fact it was the place that he'd met Bodie.

Oblio walked closer to the towering life guard station that stood in the middle of the beach that had been empty at the moment. He'd honestly felt bad that Bodie'd cleared out the whole beach because of his enochlophobia (fear of big crowds). Yet he'd arrived more than two hours late, which didn't say much on his part.

Oblio was late due to his own personal reasons in which he'd probably not reveal at the moment which would not enrage Bodie like any normal person. But who's to say Bodie was a normal person, in fact he was anything but and Oblio loved it. He loved his passiveness, coolness, carelessness, and especially his cluelessness. Although Bodie wasn't the brightest, he most certainly wasn't as ignorant as people sought him out to be. In fact he was very smart; he just . . . spoke his mind . . . without thinking first. Another one of Bodie's features that Oblio simply adored.

As he approached the lifeguard station he saw it. Oblio walked closer to make sure he wasn't dreaming when he saw Bodie crawling out of the water hauling something after him that looked like. . .

'Glitch!' Oblio thought

The blond glistened in the sun as water rippled down his perfectly tanned skin. He looked tired yet somewhat god like with the sun hitting his bleached hair and tanned body in just the right places. But no, his hair was not its usual shade of blond instead it was tainted with red gushing from multiple places. He was bleeding horrendously.

Oblio'd finally gathered the strength or courage to run, dropping the umbrella in the process. And at this time Bodie'd gotten Glitch out of the water and away for the begging waves. He laid Glitch down on the damp sand and touched his head, staring at the red metallic liquid on his hand that was now gushing out of his head. He snickered, smiling lightly at his stained hand.

'Man Chopsticks is gonna kill me. . ." He thought. Perhaps he hadn't quit yet found out that Oblio'd have to wait in line. But there was no time to think. He quickly flipped Glitch over onto his back and tilted his head up slightly, and then he pinched the boy's nose and brought his lips up to the stilled teen. It took all of what Bodie had not faint right then and there. He had to save Glitch.

Oblio ran faster now, as fast as he'd ever ran, kicking up sand in each and every direction, still on the other side of the beach.

After a few more attempts Bodie placed his hands (one on top of the other) between Glitch's nipples and began to push down on his chest. He put his ear to Glitch's mouth. Nothing. Then to his chest. There was still a slight drumming tone that could one be detected in death silence. Bodie repeated this process three more time; first tilting Glitch's head, pinching his nose, and blowing into his mouth.

Finally Glitch coughed up the water, shaking terribly. He gasped for air looking up at his savior wide-eyed.

"B-Bodie what hap- Arg!" Glitch panted trying to sit up immediately wincing at the pinch in his abdomen.

"Y-you're okay G. . ." Bodie panted finally collapsing into the sand beside Glitch.

"Bee. . . Bee. . . Get up!" The boy yelled sitting up dismissing the pain and shaking the blond, lifeguard.

Oblio slid over to Glitch quickly snatching his bloody boyfriend up into the safety of his arms. He placed Bodie into his lap not paying attention to Glitch.

Next came Mo who gasped at the sight of his slightly damaged boyfriend. Mo quickly disregarded his reaction and dropped to ice cream. He ran to Glitch's side checking the teen for any life threatening scars. Once he saw that Glitch only had a few scratches he squeezed the boy who couldn't even sit up or breathe correctly.

Mo quickly pulled Glitch's inhaler out of his pocket. It was the spare that he took everywhere. When Glitch had had his first random asthma attack in Mo presents he become powerless and could only rush the boy to the hospital. The place he dreaded since the day he was born.

He held the inhaler to the boy's lips and pushed down on it. The teen quickly inhaled the gas and was now taking deep breaths, gripping Mo's shoulder tightly. Mo stared at the boy whose breathing was now under control. He was okay and breathing.

But he wished that he could say the same for Bodie.