You wake up, slowly. You can feel a dull pain, a stinging sensation, all over your face. Opening your eyes, your vision is blurred. You can make out the beach, the location of the volleyball game, and some figures standing around.
“Hey, you’re coming to!” You hear a voice say, directly next to you.
Moving your head, you see someone standing over you. As your vision clears, it becomes apparent it’s one of the guys from the volleyball game. His name is Tyler. He’s wearing a red swimsuit, has messy black hair, and has a tanned, teen bodybuilder physique. He’s much more built than you are, but nothing compared to what Alex looks like now. He looks to be your age.
“You took a gnarly hit there, bro!” He says. He sounds like a surfer dude.
“Whuh… huh…” you mutter. Your speech is still kicking in.
“It’s chill, bro. Just relax.” You look over and see the rest of the volleyball squad, including your brother Alex, still playing volleyball! You took a hit strong enough to knock you out, and they went back to playing?! What a brother you’ve got!
“Oh, looks like the game’s about to end,” says Tyler. “Hey guys! He alive!” he says, waving his arms. You look to see one of the girls hit the ball over onto Alex’s side. He gracefully jumps into the air, and delivers a powerful shot right into the sand, faster than anyone else could have possibly reacted to in time. One of the girls picks up the ball, and the ensemble makes their way towards you.
“Don’t worry, you weren’t out for that long anyways bro.” Tyler said. You see the girls have all surrounded Alex as they walk over. Two of them linked to each arm, rubbing his colossal boy-biceps.
“Awake, eh?” Alex says in a somewhat mocking tone. “Thought you died with that hit!” He and the rest of group laugh at his “joke”. “Hey uh, Becca here said she has a real nice place just a few minutes away. She’s throwing a party and invited me-“ he caught himself. “Us. To the party.”
You catch that. Only he was invited to the party. Because of course he was. Big, hunky, Herculean Alex suddenly was the life of the party for this group of teens 5 years older than him! But, what made Alex change his wording and invite you?
You start to rise to your feet, the pain in your face still present but subsiding. “Sure… I guess I’ll come?” You shrug.
“Sick, it’s only a 10 minute walk from here, according to Becca.” Alex says. “Let’s get out of here.”
Immediately the group takes off as you still try to regain your balance. Your brains must’ve gotten a little scrambled from that hit. You hear the girls asking him to flex his muscles, while the guys just ask him for lifting and dieting tips. Eugh.
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