Well this came off the top of my head. So here.

(Embry POV)

Okay, can I tell you how WEIRD Quil Ateara is! Like un-believably weird. Okay, so do you know what happened today? Hmmmm? Well of course you don't. So I'm going to tell you. Okay, on with the story.

Me, Jake, Paul and Quil were at the beach. Not swimming or anything, just chillin'. We were wearing swim shorts and earning quite a few nice looks from the ladies if I do say so myself, but we were enjoying some guy time. Our topics: weird stuff we do, stupid stuff we do, injuries when we do stupid stuff, and of course our reactions of others doing stupid stuff. Hey, we are guys, don't judge.

So, we're walking along, minding our own buisness, when Paul decides to get all hissy prissy on us. Something about how Jake has better abs than him or something like that. Anyway, he stomped off throwing his arms in the air like he just dont care (Sorry, cant help it) and kicking sand all around. But you see, the funny part happened about three seconds later. So why am I dragging this out wayyyyy longer than I should... because I want to annoy you dear readers. On with the story. So, kicking sand in the wind proves what commonly known fact... when the ind blows back, the sand will magically come back WITH IT, and so the sand is blowing back on YOU! WHICH is EXACTLY what happened to our poor Pauly dear. As Paul kicked the sand, the wind blew back furiously and the sand made contact Paul's BEAUTIFUL eyes. (UMMMM, yeah) Screaming, turning, twisting, and an ocassional, "Holy crud!" occured. All of us were in shock for a minute before busting out laughing. Now this would be perfectly normal, except Quil wasnt laughing, no no, I could almost see the hamster spinning in his devious little head. And one glance was all I got of him before he took off like a speeding bullet. The purple and green polka dots on his swim trunks looked something like the balls in a pinball machine. He resembled Bambi in a way, he didnt run normal, he... frollocked. Yes, that is a seriously weird word. Anyhoo, bouncing like my moms homemade meatballs, he took off towards Paul. When the lunatic was within a few feet of Paul, he leaped. Arms and legs spread out, he almost looked like a flying squirrel, he tackled Paul and they landed in a flurry of sand. We all stared in shock, did that morin really do that?

"Quil! Get off of me right now or I swear you are going to be burning in Hell when I get through with you!"

Paul sounded pretty scary, I'd be hightailing it outta' here if I was Quil, but no, he smiled at Paul as if he just got a friggin lollipop. And then, something totally Quil happened. He pinned him down and shouted, "Help me bury him!"

Of course Quil, of course.

At first, no one moved, but then I considered my options.

Help: get pumbled by Paul later.

Dont Help: regret this everyday of your life... and it would be fun.

So I considered them carefully, and took off towards Paul and my lunatic friend. So bury him I did, and so did Jake. Very fun, and a good run. Paul chased us for ten blocks shouting, "You bitches are going to be rubbing baby powder all over my ass when I get a rash ffrom this!"

Yeah, it was a good day.

Hope you enjoyed!