"Alright, this is Kellie, and that's Rob, and - shut up - that's Thomas. You guys, this is Bradin." The tallest of the three, a boy with dark blonde hair and quick brown eyes, waved his hand. There were many colored bracelets on his left arm, all of them having some sort of surfing logo on them.

"It's Tom, jackass." Shooting a glare in Callie's direction once Bradin let her down, he smiled sweetly and shoved her toward the ground. She fell onto her back with a squeak and was met with a mouthful of sand. Kellie laughed loudly and dove on top of her back, sending her rich brown curls all the way down to her elbows, tickling at Callie's face. Rob and his short, five foot three frame plowed on top of her, and Rob sat on all three, grinning proudly. They all groaned and laughed in spite of being in pain and squirmed to get out from eachother's grips. Callie's face began to turn a lovely shade of purple.

"Ge' offa me!" she managed to yell. Bradin just stood there dumbly, watching all of them and trying to contain his laughter. Impossible. He burst out and clutched his side while falling in a pile beside them. Callie managed to fit an arm out from underneath all the weight on top of her and rest it around his waist, using him as a tactic to pull herself out from under the heap. Finally, after much struggling, she was there, tumbling into his lap with her head leaning on his shoulder.

With a cheesy smile she flopped her hair out of her eyes and clung him tightly like someone was going to drag him away from her. "Hi."

He ruffled her hair and sent sprays of sand everywhere. "H-"

"PIG PILE ON BRADIN!"

Rob scrambled up from on top of the other two and shot like a bullet through the air. The couple screamed and just sat there. Kellie and Tom tackled after them, and with all of them but Bradin lying stomach first, they created another human sandwich. Bradin found it hard to breathe after that. His face shone with reddness.

"You guys are going to squa-hish us!" Callie's words were mangled from the person at the top of the pile (she couldn't really see who it was) stood up and jumped back down on all of them. That just made everything worse. Kellie's eyes filled with tears from laughter.

"Squa-hish, huh? Haven't heard that one before. Have you guys heard that one before?"

The rest of the group all squawked at Tom in return. "Nope."

Callie bumped her nose into Bradin's and realized that their foreheads were pressed tightly together. She smirked, but shyly tilted her head so it was on his shoulder instead. He realized he'd probably pass out if he didn't get out of this soon and pushed away all of the messes of arms and legs from his own to move easier.

"Alright, fun's over. If I suffocate all you guys it'll be too hard to break in new best friends." Rob rolled off of them, followed by Tom and Kellie. Callie seemed rather comfortable in her spot, but reluctantly stood up and put out a hand for Bradin to do the same. He took in a deep breath of savoured air and used her arm to pull himself to his feet.

"Not bad, Callie. You're boyfriend has overcome the pig pile of doom." Rob, reaching a little under Bradin's shoulders in height, leaned up to poke him in the nose. In spite of his small and lightly overweighted size he looked like he could cause damage if placed into a fist fight. Choppy red hair shaved off to a fade along the size but kept thick in the front and back stood out in all directions due to messiness. Freckles splashed all across his face in a sea of dots, as well as his chubby arms, poking out from a solid orange tee shirt.

"But can he handle The Dip of Doom?" Kellie asked with a dramatic silence building after her words.

Callie looked at them sort of weirdly, but realized what they were going to do. Her eyes widened in fear. "Don't do it you guys!"

Bradin simply stayed there in silent confusion as he was lifted up by his three new aquantiences, leaning high into their shoulders. He was hoisted feet above the air and clutched their wrists while they marched in the sand, chanting "Dip" so loudly that they received stares by the other beach-goers. It did not take him very long to see that they were coming closer and closer toward the ocean.

Callie scampered behind them and tried her best to push their hands off of them. She screamed and cursed and tried her best to explain why she didn't want him near water but they did not hear her over that one repeating word.

"Dip. Dip. Dip. Dip."

Their ankles entered the cool water and into the mushy sand with their bare feet. Kellie squeaked when she stepped upon a sharp shell but kept going. Bradin looked down at the gentle, shallow waves breaking down from the much larger ones up ahead and felt his head becoming heavy. He remembered the incident a few months before and felt so dizzy he could have just fainted right then and there. No. He couldn't go back into the water...Sharks. They were everywhere. They would come and try to kill him again. The tallest, five foot ten member of the group was up to his waist in water now, Kellie and Rob to their navels. Callie ran and sent splashes of salty water behind her, trying desperatly to get their attention, but to no avail. Deeper they went, all the way until the waves felt more powerful and brushed into Rob's adam's apple. Bradin tried to scream but no sound came out. His whole body shook within the trio's grasp. Just before he fainted he was released and plunged into the clean, Californian water, hearing nothing but the sound of his own breathing and Callie's hopeless shouts.