Ah, fifteen, the age where you were have no idea who you are, where you're going in life, and how to drive a car. Not that it really mattered to you, anyway, living on the boardwalk most of your life, you didn't need to drive anywhere, the only place you were going was to Kiki and Jenny's house, and as far as you were concerned, you were Sadie.

The summer had greeted you that year with the warmest of hugs and the brightest of sunshine smiles. However, those sunshine smiles burned the hell out of your skin.

It was because of this fact that you always found yourself walking down to the beach, a sunhat and shades adorning your face and a one piece, light purple swimsuit covered your body. Now, like more fifteen year old girls your age, you were a tad self concious. You spent at least an hour deciding what to wear and another another doing your best to not to rip the dreaded things off your body and hide under a rock for the rest of your life.

You actually were a bit jealous when standing beside your best friend, Lars. Sure, he was a guy, but he had a body type worth giving up oyster crackers for! He had the longest legs you had every seen on anyone. You had never tripped over your own short legs, but watching the boy trip over his own made it look all too fun. It was also for this reason that Lars was coming to the beach with you today.

The male in question had put on an awkward amount of spray tan before hitting the beach with you today, intending on picking up a few females on your day's outing. You roll your eyes as Lars flexes his arms, attempting to show off the muscles that he doesn't have. You giggle at the display, quickly hiding your face behind your sunhat. A glare is cast in your direction as you two finally reach the beach.

You wince a bit as the sand burns between your toes, suddenly questioning why you had ever taken off your flip-flops in the first place. You do you best to find a spot for your things on the beach, but with the summer rush taking up most of the spaces in the shade, you settle on one by the water, laying your beach towel down first, then setting up your umbrella.

You turn back to your towel, only to find out, with much annoyance, your towel was already taken.

"Lars, get up!" You grab a corner of the cloth, tugging it. This gets you no where as Lars' body pretty much takes up the whole length of the thing, not leaving much for you to flip. You attempt to kick sand in his direction, but he doesn't seem to care. You growl in frustration when something hits you, literally.

You sputter as excess sand lands in your mouth before quickly looking to see what had hit you. Laying at your feet was another beach towel.

"Here, quit whining." Lars settles back into his laying down position, having sat up to flig the towel at you.

"Why don't you use this and give me back mine?" You toss the towel back at him. He lifts his sunglasses to get a better look at you

"Because, your's is long and I can actually lay on it." He lets his glasses fall back down now. You groan, but there was really no point in arguing. The only chance you had at getting your towel back was if Lars were to get up and judging by the way he's lounging, that would be never.

The towel is laid out beside your own, and you sit rather than lay down, cracking open a bottle of soda.

"Mind handing me one?" Lars sits up at the sound of the drink fizzing and you nod, passing one to the boy. The two of you sit in silence for awhile, sipping at the cold beverages before Lars looks up. There was Jenny and her friends, playing volleyball not too far from you.

"You can go play with them." You shrug, tucking your blonde hair behind you ear. The red-head shrugs, remaining in his seat.

"Suit yourself. I'm gonna go swimming." You stand, dusting the sad off your knees and heading out to the water beside you.

"Wait, I'll come with." Lars jumped up a bit too fast to seem normal, following. Again, you shrug, stepping in to the water. You only go in about knee deep, despite the muggy weather, the water is cold, so only a splash was refreshing, a full out swim was too much.

"Hey, look..." You hear a voice beside you, "That one has a nice rack." You turn to see a few boys near you, eyeing you up. You blush, trying to hide the blush when one of the boys follows up with, "Too bad she's fat."

The comment hurts...bad actually.

"Wow, what an asshole." Apparently Lars had heard the comment, looking over at the boy's now, "Can you believe that g-"

You had begun to sniffle a little bit. You knew you should just ignore the comment, but it was hard. It hurt a lot when people made fun of your eight, and for a complete stranger to be saying those things only made it worse. You are just about to start crying when something interesting happens.

"HEY! YOU TAKE THAT BACK, JERK!" Lars stomps over to the boys.

"L-Lars?" Is all you can muster as the fists start flying


"Honestly, Lars, how you manage to get yourself maimed is beyond me!" The boy's mother yells as she presses an ice pack to his now blackened eye. Aside from the eye, Lars' other injuries consist of a bloodied nose and several bruises.

"What were you thinking, you should have just ignored them." You rub blankly at your arm, suddenly noticing how cold a wet swimsuit could make an air conditioned house seem.

"But you weren't going to ignore them..."

"No...but that's not the point. They were making fun of me, not you..."

However, the smirk doesn't leave the red-head's face.

"You shoulda seen the other guys, Player Two."

"I did...they totally kicked your ass."

A/N: Inspired by a picture done by bonehatter on tumblr. They are super amazing and awesome and go check 'em out :D