Disclaimer: All players and portrayers (c) themselves Based on the movie (c) Disney Lyrics (c) Kenny Chesney
The sun and the sand and a drink in my hand
With no bottom
No shoes, no shirt, no problems
She had thought him crazy, or perhaps in denial, when he had come home with the idea of going to Mexico for a few days. But he had sworn up and down that there was no better time to go. That had only confused her more, considering the fact that he had just basically gotten kicked on the USA hockey team. It had taken a lot of convincing to get her there, and to be honest, she still wasn't all that sure.
She had worn a simple suit, with shorts hanging off her hips and flip-flops that she was sure to drag. Her hair was braided with stray strands blowing about as the boat came to a halt. He, on the other hand, had nothing but shorts, his hair also flying about a bit.
"You're a strange man, you know that?" She questioned, putting sunglasses on to block the hot rays of the merciless sun. He had looked up, grinning at her remark.
"Which, of course, is why you love me so," He chuckled from behind her, his strong arms around her waist.
"Where're your shoes?" She asked, seemingly ignoring his comment.
"Now why would I need shoes in Mexico?" He laughed as she turned to face him.
"To get in the airport to go home, or to eat, or something to that effect," she replied, eyeing him oddly.
"Well, we aren't exactly doing any of that at the moment, are we?" He chuckled as she rose an eyebrow, "Besides, I've no problems or worries what so ever this way."
"Oh?" She cocked her head as well, "So you aren't wearing shoes because then you don't have to worry about losing them or something?"
"No."
"Okay, so you don't have to worry about ruining them?"
"I think you haven't quite gotten the exact meaning behind that statement," He leaned on the railing, looking out over the ocean.
"So what is the meaning behind that statement?" She smirked, having known full well that he had never meant anything about his shoes.
"What I meant was that I have to worries, I don't know why I should have to wear shoes, or a shirt for that matter," he added the last as an after thought.
"Really? Don't you worry about what's going to happen at Lake Placid?" She mimicked his position, while also blocking his view of the ocean.
"Not really," he sighed, turning to where he was leaning on his bare back, "They're a strong team."
"They'd be better with you," she murmured, leaning into him with her arm around his waist, which resulted in his arm going around her shoulders. At his silence she continued, "Though I suppose there was a good reason. But you're amazing, so that's weird." He laughed in a somewhat sad way.
"You think so highly of me, what'd I ever do for you?" He looked down at her, buried in his arm and side.
"You were the man of my dreams," she giggled, "Dreams are very helpful."
"That so?" She nodded, before he suddenly began tickling her. Somehow she had managed to be on the ground when he backed of.
"Well," she said out of breath, "Where did that come from?"
"Needed entertainment," he shrugged as she shoved him. Laughing he hugged her.
"Suppose this means we're in love," she laughed up at him.
"You think so?" He attacked her again, completely merciless and completely care free.
Eh, Cox y'all. :3 In Mexico because I love Kenny Chesney, yes 3 I have to say, he was my first interest in the movie (before I paid attention to a close up of Eric, of course), so I was rather disappointed when he got sent home. ;-; Ah, well, it's a pain to type on this so I hope y'all like! Sorry if it's short! Thanks for the reviews!
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-Piper Brandybuck