Hey. I don't own the Animorphs (seriously, if I was K.A., I'd be making you guys bow down to me) and I probably wouldn't be writing fanfiction, I'd be publishing my stories, fancy that. So, don't sue me. I don't have money. That means, it's pointless.
I hope you enjoy my lovely beginnings of a chaptered, I guess it's novel length fic, beginning with Marco. I haven't figured out where this is going, I just really had some ideas about how to start this, and some fun bits of dialogue that I haven't posted yet. So, review, and tell me if I should finish at all.
Susan
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A Day at the Beach
Chapter 1: Marco's POV
I'm Marco. And I was supposed to enjoy my weekend. That's what weekends are for. To be enjoyed. Guys are supposed to check out girls. Girls are supposed to check out guys. The circle of life. Almost.
Of course, my life is nowhere near that circle. It hasn't been remotely close since I witnessed something that I never want to talk about or think about again. The death of Prince Elfangor.
Sorry. I usually save the morbid tales for later on in the story. I'm just still slightly angry about my weekend. Actually slightly angry doesn't begin to cut it. Maybe extremely, totally and absolutely pissed off does.
You see, Jake has this thing. When Jake says "No Yeerks, just a day of being normal," it never means that. I swear, the guy's my best friend, but he jinxes our possible day of normalities every time.
What did he jinx this time, you might be asking. Our dear, fearless leader Jake, jinxed the words that every guy wants to hear on a weekend in June, when the sun is lounging about in the sky and its eighty-five degrees and there are hot girls wearing bikinis.
Yes. Jake said, "Let's go to the beach."
Now, I tried to forgive him in the beginning. He had good intentions, he really did. He saw Cassie in a bathing suit and, needless to say, decided he needed to see her like that again.
Jake's not usually into the whole, checking out girls thing. I guess because he's too much of the older brother sensible type. The guy you wouldn't think would be looking. I'll bet he does. He just doesn't announce that he does.
Anyway. Jake likes Cassie. Cassie likes Jake. Cassie obviously looks good enough in a bikini to want to go to the beach with Jake.
And Cassie and Jake can't go anywhere without their band of morons following them around. Especially on an eighty-five degree day where the world practically screams "Go to the beach!"
So, their band of morons followed them to the beach. Me, the adorable, sweet, cute, funny one. Rachel, the one I'd love to see in a bathing suit. Tobias, the bird. Ax, the alien. They'd be humans, obviously. Otherwise it would just be stupid.
But, the funny thing is, even though we were all humans, it was still stupid. Funny how things work that way, huh?
It's even funnier how every time Jake says "Let's just be normal for a day," it always blows up in our faces and we end up an inch from death, either about to become pancakes or disemboweled.
Okay, not funny. Maybe not to you. But if I survive, and can look back over it and go, what in the world is wrong with my friends and I, then it's obviously worth a laugh, am I right?
Okay. Maybe not. But still. Jake said, "Let's be normal." And each and every time he says it, it never happens. Next time I'll have him say, "You guys, let's go looking for trouble." Maybe then we won't find any.
I think it's just our luck that no matter what any of us says, trouble just seems to follow us wherever we go. Even to the beach.
