"Do you think you'd actually notice if someone didn't cast a shadow? Or if their limbs were just slightly too long? Or if they had just a little too many teeth? Like how many times have you passed Something on the street and you just didn't Notice It?" Dick pondered, an arm slung over his eyes shielded from the sun, he lay back, the sand in his blond hair.
Logan ignored his companion as he watched a sand devil blow across the small dune below and tossed the piece of Ammophila Arenaria more commonly known as European Beach grass into the sand.
Lily had complained a few times about it being an invasive species once or twice when they used to have make-out breaks after surfing, she'd explained that sand couldn't blow past patches of beachgrass to interior dunes, and it was changing the landscape and ecology of the dunes, after she'd written a paper about it.
Of course she'd been using the environmental club and had chosen a conservation topic as an excuse to spend a month on the beach twice a week doing 'research' while working on her tan.
He stiffened at the memory, they were less frequent now, before every wisp of golden hair at the end of the street or melodic laugh had him searching crowds and faces for her. Sitting on this particular side of the sun-drenched beach, he could see her clearly, sitting in a white bikini top, and cut-off shorts, a crown of coast yellow leptosiphon's on her head.
"You're hands look heavy Echolls, can I hold them for you?"
Logan pulled in a deep breath, trying to ground his bodies sudden unrest.
"It's okay, small talk can be difficult, lets refresh your memory... erm... What is the craziest thing you have ever eaten?" Dick asked, opening one eye and squinting over in his direction.
"You're Mom," Logan grinned reaching for the bottle of water sitting by his feet.
"Yo Mama jokes? See? That right there is why I should leave your Duncan-loving sad sac ass to make new friends at the gym." Dick shrieked in disgust, sitting up and reaching for his own water.
"Zero stars. Would NOT recommend." Logan shrugged. "Like, if I ever woke up as a donut..."
"No glazing! Dude!" Dick tossed a handful of sand in his direction. "Get off my Mom!"
Logan chuckled, standing and wiping the sand from his jeans.
"Yeah, it's all fun and dysfunctional until you remember I know you got a sister." Dick smiled shaking the sand from his hair.
"That's dark." Logan replied reaching for his backpack.
"That's a promise." Dick smirked, tossing his empty water bottle into the cooler they'd brought for the volley ball game earlier.
Logan picked up the trash bag and fell in step beside the older Casablancas brother towards the parking lot near the Neptune Galaxy Resort Hotel.
"Close your mouth or you'll catch a fly." he told Dick as they passed a trio of college aged co-eds sunbathing in micro bikini's.
"Could say the same about you and Mars." Dick quipped, raising an eyebrow.
Logan set his teeth and pressed the key fob to unlock his trunk.
"It's been all afternoon and you aint said much about the verbal rocket launchers you two were hurling at lunch." Dick questioned, sliding the cooler into the back, then lifted his hands in a gesture of surrender at the expression on his friends face.
Logan settled himself into the drivers seat and frowned when Dick climbed into the passenger seat singing 'We Don't Talk About Mars no no no...' like the song from Echanto.
"I'll make you walk." Logan warned.
Dick shrugged. "If you don't cheer up, I'll call an Uber."
