Thunderclapped

tonight.

Fri, 15 May 2009 02:16:27 GMT

To my darling AWESOME justme_jane , I hope this suffices for a first chapter.
:D
Enjoy.
Oh, and it all started here.
I love the comments. (:

It was nine in the morning. So Fetch, the (muggle) indie coffee café, was relatively peaceful. Schubert’s Heavenly Tedious played softly out of large bass speakers next to the condiments counter. Of course, the peace was shattered by a loud sound from the boy and girl in the corner. Sebastian, the owner of the café, glared at them. The dark-haired girl with violet eyes blinked innocently at him, though the boy looked positively scandalized. Sebastian sighed and went back to operating the coffee machine. Kids these days had no consideration for Schubert at all. What would Schumann think?

-

“You want me to WHAT?” Harry said loudly. Ace shushed him. He stared at her like she was crazy. Which she was, actually. No one, no one, not even this innocent-looking girl, could ask such a thing of him. No. Never.

“Please?” Harry shook his head. Ace pouted over the rim of her coffee mug. That was the beauty of indie coffee places. They still served coffee in mugs. Mmm.

“You know that doesn’t work on me; I’m gay.”

“That’s why I’m asking you to do this! Please?”

“For the last time, I’m not covering up for you on your team. If you want to go perform in San Diego, just go at some time that doesn’t clash with the match!” Ace pretty-please-pouted at him, throwing in her patented I’m-tilting-my-head-to-coerce-you-into-doing-something-bad-for-me-because-I’m-so-cute-look for good measure. Harry continued glaring at her.

“I can’t! The match can’t be rescheduled and you know how much this band competition means to me!” Harry’s glare softened slightly.

“Alright, but if I get caught you’re so going down.” Ace grinned and got up from her beanbag, blowing him a kiss. Harry saw the few grubby notes she threw in the tip bottle float down slowly, and sighed.

“Maybe if you play me well enough, Draco will fall for you.”

“Shut up and go pack already, why don’t you?”

“Ooh, touchy.”

-

“Here, I bought some Polyjuice Potion. It’s in the stasis state, so if you want to activate it just drop a hair inside.” Harry scowled at her half-heartedly. Ace grinned, passing him the waterproof mokeskin hip flask.
“Mokeskin, just in case anyone wants to know the secret in it.” Harry took the flask and grinned, before stepping forward to hug her. Ace slung her guitar bag casually over a shoulder and waved, flashing her passport at the stunned security officer before heading to the inner Departure Lobby of the Wizarding airport. Harry turned to leave but he was stopped by a yell from inside the lobby.

“SAN DIEGO HERE I COME! WATCH OUT KIRLEY DUKE, THE NEXT FAMOUS GUITARIST IS HERE!”
-
“WAKE UP! WAKE UP! Oh… hello.” Draco screamed at Ace’s bed. God, he hated it when that girl overslept. A dark head peeked out of the blankets, and only hair was visible. God, he could swear that her hair was getting more like Potter’s everyday. Potter. Oh, no, Draco didn’t want to go into that territory now. Erections could bloody well wait till after he woke up his lazy bitch of a teammate.

“What?” The voice sounded oddly harsh and deeper than usual. Draco frowned and made to pull the blankets back. There was a squeak and the blankets covered Ace’s entire head again.

“C’nya pass me m’ mokeskin flask?” Maybe she was drunk. Not again. Draco got up and retrieved the flask from the table and passed it to the waiting left hand. Draco mentally reviewed what just happened. Wait, didn’t Ace have a beauty mark at the base of her left palm? He jumped up and pulled the blankets away forcefully to expose… Ace. She glared up at him through slitted eyes.

“My eyes!” She said dramatically, covering them with the back of her arm. “They burn.” Draco glanced at her palm. The mole was there. Strange…

“I’ll be outside. Wood says to be ready in half an hour.” Draco left to clear his head and think about what just happened.

-

Ace/ Harry sat up and heaved a sigh of relief. And he looked down and a mix of not very nice feelings invaded his head (not nausea, it was too strong) and he thought, oh, shit. He was going to bathe with her body. Ugh! Ace would be so disgusted with the idea as well. Harry dug in Ace’s Sex Drawer (he had found that while searching for the Cutlery Drawer- somehow, Ace found it necessary to label everything in capital letters) and found the blindfold. Harry grinned. He knew how to use this.
“Bandez- les yeuxmoi!”

-

Draco leaned against the wall next to Ace’s door and resisted the urge to wank. God, just thinking about Potter got him hard. He imagined Potter pressing up against him, his pretty little mouth open in the sexiest gasp Draco had ever heard, Potter bending over just for him… Draco shuddered in pleasure as he gripped his own cock and started stroking. Uh-oh, social suicide, doing this out here in the corridor, anyone could see-

“Fuck, Potter!” Draco cried out, coming apart as the image of Potter licking his cock came to mind. Those long sooty lashes, perfect green eyes beckoning to him- fuck if Potter wasn’t gorgeous. Draco cast a cleaning charm on the corridor carpet and his clothes, thankful that no one had passed by to see that.

-

Ace/Harry adjusted the bra. How did women wear these? Of course he was still wearing the blindfold. Luckily, he had seen Ginny perform spells to fix them at the back. He was distracted by hammering at his, er, her, door.

“Hurry up, Ace! It’s been fifteen minutes!” Draco yelled on the other side. Harry gulped and spelled the bra to fit Ace’s assets, mumbled enlevez-vous, les yeux bandés under his breath and slipped on the maroon jersey. He pulled the white pants on, tied the laces on the sneakers, remembered to shrink and pocket the hipflask and went outside. Draco was leaning against the wall, grinning at him. Merlin, but he looked so beautiful smiling like that. Then the moment was ruined by Draco shoving him playfully.

“You’re such a slowpoke, Ace. Thank Merlin you’re not like that on the field.” Or in bed, Harry thought with a giggle. “I’m so much faster than you, ferret-boy.” Draco stopped in his tracks and turned, a strange expression on his face. Harry felt queasy, he had let too much slip out, oh, no, Ace was going to be found out and-

“I guess Potter told you about that time, huh.” Harry just managed to nod and force a smile on his face. Draco sighed and walked on.

“I think you and him are too chummy.” Harry grinned. “Jealous of me now, are you?” Draco snorted and walked ahead but didn’t contradict him. Hmm.

-

“I didn’t let you guys into Puddlemere United to slack! Chin up, suck it in, team!” Oliver yelled. Harry tried to stand straight, but the weather was terrible. The field looked bleak; its grass was a duller green than that of Hogwarts’ field. “Stick it out, Ace!” Oliver yelled from up the row.

“Stop flirting with her already, Oli!” Bradley, a tall, brawny blond Blind-Side Beater with a crew cut joked loudly. He was easily a head taller than Ace. He was probably half a head taller than Harry himself. Oliver froze in his tracks, but turned to grin at Bradley.

“Since you’re so smart, kick it off and bring it back.” Oliver released the Bludger from the case and smirked at Bradley, who grabbed his broom and club and went off, muttering something like “bloody Oli” and other things just as detrimental. Draco snickered and Oliver turned on him immediately.

“Okay, this is getting out of hand. TEAM!” Oliver yelled. “In the air! Now!” Everyone sighed and straddled their brooms. This was going to be a long training session.

Note: Kirley Duke is the guitarist of The Weird Sisters.
Chapter 2 depends on when I can finish my Trigonometry assignment, lawl.
Oh, and Ace is bisexual. I think.

Oh and all the fics below are Narnia ones.
Yup.
So.
If you're anti-Narnia, don't read it, aight?

Ice

Wed, 16 Jul 2008 23:21:10 GMT

Edmund was untouchable. He was ice, always aloof, all sideway glances and grave tones with his subjects. Even with his siblings, he was the same. Whenever Lucy and Susan were giggled at inappropriate times, he would shoot them a glare and their giggles would subside quickly. Peter hated that; he sometimes felt as though the younger brother he had once known and loved had died out ever since they came into Narnia.

“Peter. I have some news from The Lone Islands. Apparently some pirates have been terrorizing the ports there. One of Archenland’s advisors, Lord Something-Or-The-Other, speculated that they were Calormene pirates. They have already made off with the stocks of three Narnian ships and five Archenlandian ships.” Edmund said monotonously, brown eyes shuttered so that Peter couldn’t read into his actions. Peter remained silent, fingers crossed and resting his chin on them.

“You’re very pretty, you know.” Peter said, taking the piece of paper out of Edmund’s hands. His brother’s face remained impassive, standing stock still with stoic movements.

“So I’ve been told.” Peter gritted his teeth, turning around in a flash. “I can’t help but think that you’re becoming more and more like the White Witch every moment.” He spat, the pain in his heart spilling out. A shard of emotion flitted through Edmund’s features like a firefly in the night, but was gone in a second.

“I don’t think so.”

“Of course you don’t. You don’t know that I feel as though I don’t know my own brother anymore. You don’t know that Susan and Lucy cry because they feel that they have lost you; even after getting that old Edmund back from the Witch. He stayed for a while, and it was great, but where’s he gone, now?” Peter hissed, watching Edmund carefully. Edmund sighed tiredly, as though they had gone through this before. Holding Peter’s hand, he pressed it to his chest. Peter felt his brother’s steady heartbeat through his fingers, and wanted desperately to ask why, where and how all this had happened.

“I’m protected, Peter, because one of the things that the experience with the White Witch has taught me, is to never ever trust anyone besides me.” Edmund let go of Peter’s hand and it fell to the High King’s side gently. Peter leant in, so that his forehead bumped against Edmund’s gently.

“You could trust me, you know.” Edmund smiled one of his sad, stilted smiles and, reaching up, kissed Peter lightly on the lips, something like what he had done to all those suitors of his. It was a soft, vulnerable kiss that reminded Peter of the innocent Edmund that had once fallen in the sunshine and batted cricket balls and laughed with, not at, Peter. Edmund turned away, heading for the door. Before Edmund closed it behind him, he spoke.

“I suggest you do something about those Calormene pirates, Peter.” And he left, leaving Peter confused and with one more piece of work to do.

1000 MPH

Mon, 14 Jul 2008 03:00:58 GMT

“Hey, Pete?” Peter looked at his brother, blinking away the confusion in his eyes. “Yeah, Ed?” Edmund had to suppress a sigh at this. He walked over, sat beside his brother and held his arms open. Peter stared at him in confusion.

“It’s a one-time thing only, because you look so upset about Narnia and Aslan.” Edmund spilled in place of the wan smile he was supposed to give. A smile crossed Peter’s face, and he leant over to envelope his brother in a hug. Edmund’s breath was jolted out of him, and he shuddered pleasurably at the feeling of his brother’s strong arms around him. Peter’s fingers were kneading his back, rubbing soothing circles as if it was his way of saying thanks for the hug. Edmund sucked in a breath he had forgotten to inhale, thanking the gods that the carriage door was closed and that no one could see this. It was after a few moments like this that they had remembered to pull away, both brothers with identical blushes on their faces.

“Thanks, Ed.” Peter said softly, smiling. Edmund blushed even harder, and folded his arms.

“That was strictly reserved for when you’re upset. One time thing.” He said crossly, cheeks pink and dark brown eyes watching Peter carefully. Peter couldn’t help it; he leant forward and pulled Edmund into another hug. Edmund squeaked indignantly, and Peter chuckled in his ear before letting go.

“Weren’t you the one afraid of holding my hand?” He asked, grinning. Edmund rolled his eyes at the comment, and went back to his seat and hid his red face behind the newspaper that he was pretending to read. Peter knew, because the newspaper was upside down and also because Ed hated the papers (“I hate them! It’s all the same. Crap, crap, crap, oh, look! More crap! Who cares about this, anyway? I don’t care if Wall Street crashed. Neither do you. So there.”). Peter rested his head against the window and fell asleep, a smile gracing his lips and making him look like an angel. Edmund swallowed tightly, closing the papers before he leant forward to kiss his brother on the cheek.

“I love you, Peter Pevensie.”

Casablanca Lilies

Thu, 10 Jul 2008 03:04:39 GMT

This is the continuation to With Roses In My Hand.
Read this first.
( With Roses In My Hand )

He stands near the drinks table at Andrew's party. William tugs at his tie nervously, wondering when Skandar will walk in the door and he can tell him that he was sorry. But when the brunet walks in the door with someone on his arm, William nearly drops his martini glass. The blond on his arm is gorgeous, almost perfect, all alabaster skin and tousled gold, not blond but gold hair barely touching his delicately sloping shoulders, which are just an inch from Skandar's chest, near his heart. It's a guy, William doesn't know how he could tell but he supposes it had to be instinct; no girl could ever be that beautiful. He's dressed in a casual androgynous tux like Skandar, but with a light blue tie to match Skandar's shirt. He sees Ben saunter over, sees the incredulity in his eyes and hears him ask the blond which heaven he had fallen out from. But William doesn't see the blond, he only sees Skandar. Skandar smiles and walks toward Anna who is smiling happily; she always knew that Skan would find a date sooner or later. Georgie whizzes by while saying hi, wielding a humongously formidable bouquet of casablanca lilies.

"This is Wolfram," Skandar says simply and Wolfram smiles disarmingly at the people there. William walks over and catches Skandar's pained expression upon seeing him. Skandar slips through the crowd, leaving Wolfram, Anna and William alone. Anna excuses herself, heading for Georgie, presumably to stop her from accidentally concussing anyone with the bunch of flowers. Wolfram speaks first, his voice containing not a single hint of hate or contempt.

"You like Skandar, don't you?" William shakes his head, but Wolfram smirks and Will's pretty sure he heard or saw the gaggle of makeup girls behind him faint or squeak or cream their knickers at that movement. "I don't." William says, pushing a lock of hair out of his eyes to look at those green eyes critically surveying him, and nearly retreats to avoid a full-body scan.

"If you don't, you wouldn't mind dancing with him, would you?" Wolfram motions towards the punch table, and just as the crowd parts William sees Skandar is standing forlornly, sulking. William turns to tell Wolfram off, but he sees the challenge in those eys and reluctantly heads towards him.

"Hey, Skan." Skandar's head jerks up as if he's been shot and upon seeing William, makes some pathetic excuse about meeting Anna to try the cheese quiches but William stops him. Seeing Skandar so vulnerable melts something inside an he extends a hand, all gallant and magnificent like what Peter would do. Except that now, it was William requesting a dance from Skandar, not Peter with some swooning lady from Archenland.

"Let's dance." Skandar takes his hand wordlessly and they retreat into a corner cloaked in shadows and spin around, neither wondering why Andrew is playing ballroom music; it just seems so far away as they rest against each other.

"What did I do last night?" Will whispers, looking down to find an answer in those dark eyes. Skandar looks at his shoes, and makes as if to move away but then Will tightens his hold on his hand, half-afraid of the answer.

"You asked me to be your boyfriend." Skandar is blushing furiously, and William realizes that the situation is very fucked up, and also that he was the type that babbled when drunk. "I meant it," William said softly. Skandar freezes in place, but William can see a slight smile gracing his mouth, turning up the corners of his lips.

"Are you sure you did?" Skandar asks, hands wrapping around William's neck and drawing him down so that their lips were barely a breath away from each other. William can't stop his stupid smile, it grows and he leans down to utter a word before claiming those pink lips as his own.

"Yes." And even though he was preoccupied with the feel of Skandar's hands roaming his back under his shirt, William couldn't help but wonder about where Wolfram had gone. Skandar, as if reading his thoughts, breaks the kiss and tilts his head to the side where they can see, through the throng of people, Ben and Wolfram flirting lightly. William grins and ducks down again, possessive. Skandar sighs at the motion as William starts on his neck, fingers pulling at his belt already.

_

Andrew's party was a hit, though there were rumors of Ben Barnes bedding a blond which was nowhere to be found in the morning, as well as Anna openly making out with a techy everyone had always thought she hated ("Oh, God. A techy. One of those guys who put up the green screen while exposing their bum cracks. Piss off and leave me alone."- Anna) and Georgie kidnapping all the cheese quiches. But of course, the one that spread like wildfire was the one of Skandar and William holding hands as they left the party. Everyone thought it was something made up by random paparazzi, but they realized their mistake when Skandar limped in the next day, and William stood by grinning with a self-satisfied smirk.

Actually I don't think this was a very good piece on my part. Tell me what you think.

With Roses In My Hand-

Mon, 07 Jul 2008 08:05:00 GMT

William wakes up to a fresh sent, one of crushed rose petals treaded with lavender water and kissed by love. He turnes to his side, wanting to bury his face in the soft blond locks of his new girlfriend and kiss her good morning. He started at the dark, almost black brown eyes staring at him.

"Good morning," comes the greeting, and shock wafts over like a haze, settling on his eyes and fogging up his mind.

Skandar.

"What...what?" Is all William can manage as Skandar untangles himself from William's arms. "How?" Skandar is getting up, and William desperately wants to apologise for being so crass after a night that they had shared under the influence of tequila, but somehow there sems to be a barrier pushing them apart, forcing linked hands to split.

"It's alright if you don't remeber what happened. Nothing did, anway, you're not missing out on much." Skandar faces William, and one can see quite clearly the bitter lines around his eyes for a split second, carved like the deep slashes of a knife into his features.

"Skan, I'm sorry." William stands up, quite unaware of his nudity and grabs Skandar around the middle, hugging him tightly and feeling the crinkle of the no longer crisp white shirt Skandar is wearing. Skandar is limp in the embrace, facing away and William tries his best to reach across the void.

"No, really. I remember what happened last night, and-" He is cut short as Skandar whirls around and shoves him away, eyes flashing with defiance and something else William can't put his finger on.

"Nothing did happen." He tugs his pants on, throws the jacket onto this shoulder and strides out of the room, slamming the door behind him. William sits on the bed, cradling his head in his hands. He looks up at the door, hoping to see Skandar entering but sees the whitewashed wood of the door instead.

Rain

Mon, 30 Jun 2008 03:11:50 GMT

This was inspired by a rainy night and a secret I share with the person who matters most to me.

If there was anything more beautiful than the sunset, it had to be the rain. Edmund loved the rain and sometimes if the fancy took him, he would perch on the ledge as the droplets of water pelted down into the marbled floor of the balcony. The fresh wet smell of the rain mingling with the green scent of the grass to create a wonderful, melt-in-the-mouth melody that caressed his ears and seeped into his lungs.

"Ed, come inside, it's raining." Peter said softly, walking outside and wrapping his arms around his brother's slender form. Edmund tossed his head and the blond let go, glancing at him. Edmund turned around, smirking.

"Catch me if you can, King Peter." He took off, racing past his brother, down the marble staircases and into the courtyard. Peter, being goaded into this chase, ran after his brother, wondering what he had in mind this time. Edmund smiled, safe in the knowledge that none of their subjects could see them. Peter swerved through the garden, running to catch up with the white streak that was Edmund.

"Ed, come on!" Peter yelled, and what happened next was frozen into his memory forever. Edmund slipped on the marble-tiled floor and fell backwards with a sickening thud. He ran to him, holding him close and trying to suppress the fear and worry in his heart. The body below his began to shake, and he finally heard the sound. Laughter.

"Fuck, Pete!" Edmund laughed, his arms wrapping around Peter's neck. "I had you so worried!" Peter pressed his lips to his younger brother's effectively shutting him up. His hands roamed beneath the thin white cotton undershirt that Edmund wore, pinching his nipples in retaliation. Edmund broke the kiss to latch on to Peter's ear, nibbling on it gently.

"I love you."

Peter held his brother tightly, knowing that the only time that they could be, was under the protective shield of the rain and their love.

Fading Like A Flower-

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 07:25:25 GMT

This was clawing my insides and I could taste my guts. Henceforth I was left with no choice but to expel it forcefully out of my mind.

Enjoy.

If you could liken a bougainvillea to a cheap paper flower, then I guess the closest feeling you could get to this is a butterfly's erratic flight.

He wished for wings, not for those of a bird but a pair like the ones you would see on angels in the beautiful Renaissance paintings, frozen into the act of unfolding. For then they would be able to carry him to his lover quite as fast as he wished, but they still would not be able to catch up with his heart for it had been with Peter even before he could spread his wings.

_

They rested on the edge of the Ford of Beruna, sighing softly as the warmth of the sunset bathed them. The grass in Finchley was vastly different from the grass now; Finchley's grass at this time of the year was sharp, stiff and bit through your trousers, but Narnian grass was soft. Fat little blades of green hid flowers from view, and it was by this place where they exchanged their gifts. It had been exactly 1300 years since they first arrived in Narnia.

_

The one thing Peter had enjoyed watching and hearing was Edmund's sneezes. They were adorable little pi'chu-s, innocent, high-pitched and squeaky, certainly not something one would expect from a King. But that was what Edmund sounded like during winter. He was the most suspectible to a cold out of the four.

"Aaah, aah...mmmph- PI'CHU!"

_

Peter and Edmund enjoyed teaching Caspian about the appliances in their worlds.

"Come on, Caspian. What's that?"

"An...ovum?"

Edmund held his sides lightly, trying not to giggle aloud.

"It's an oven."

"Oh."

_

White chocolate mocha with whipped cream and chocolate sauce drizzled all over the drink. Peter was salivating, not at the drink but at the person drinking it.

_

End.

Stay Beautiful-

Wed, 18 Jun 2008 02:57:55 GMT

This is a response to the music challenge by hilson_is_love.
Also, I'm a novice at this and thrive on comments.

1. Jenny- The Click Five

Peter had had it with Edmund. The glances, the smiles, the 'accidental' brushes of fingertips against his own and the apology that always was accompanied by a smirk and a look in his brother's eyes, saying, I'm waiting for you to snap.

2. Built To Last- Melee

"Isn't it cool?" Skandar exclaimed, holding up the model of the Eiffel Tower that he and Ben had made over the last few days out of toothpicks for Anna's birthday. William couldn't help but smile at his co-star/ boyfriend's infectious joy, and glanced at Ben to see him staring at Skandar's arse. Which was, admittedly quite nice but they were moving away from the main topic which wasn't Skandar.

"It's nice, but do you think it'll actually survive till then?"

"Of course! It's built to last!"

3. Amateur Lovers- Switchfoot

Edmund frowned. And pouted. And smiled. And frowned again. He was trying to see if he really had wrinkles, for Mr Tumnus had been fretting over his own wrinkles, and Edmund was sure that wrinkles were contagious. Peter strode in and started in surprise at his usually-solemn brother making faces at himself in the mirror. Edmund the Just froze, and waited for a reaction. Peter continued gaping, until he regained his senses.

"That was... cute, Ed."

Edmund smiled, and discreetly checked for wrinkles in the mirror.

4. Bite My Tongue- Relient K

Caspian glanced at Edmund, watching him on the board of the Dawn Treader. It hadn't really occured to him, but the younger King was just as beautiful as Ramandu's daughter, just in a different way, in his own Edmund-like way. His breath caught when Edmund smiled and closed his eyes to enjoy the light, and wondered if one could die from watching someone else. Too bad High King Peter had already claimed him.

"What's up, Caspian?"

Caspian bit his tongue from saying, you.

5. That Thing You Do- The Wonders

Edmund laughed, dancing with Peter at the celebrations after the Battle Of Beruna. They stepped in a puddle of mud near the bank, and Peter slipped and fell arse-first in the dirt. Edmund tripped and sprawled over Peter, and at that moment, both realised that they were very drunk.

"There's only one thing to do, when you're drunk," Peter mumbled into Edmund's hair.

"What?"

"Fuck."

6. Love Machine- Girls Aloud

"ASSHOLE!" Edmund hollered at Peter, trying to slam the shower curtain on his own brother, but only letting it result in jingling and having to readjust the curtain on the other side. Peter grinned and slipped in, eyes roving up and down his brother's back and just a bit lower to his...

"I'm still pissed at you, Pete! Don't grope.. ah, fuck."

Peter smirked.

7. When I'm Gone- Simple Plan

"What will you do, when I'm gone?" William asked Skandar as they lay in the hotel room, dead tired after finishing the party that heralded the end of the filming of Prince Caspian. Skandar shifted so that he could kiss him, and nibbled on his lower lip.

"I don't have to do anything. You promised that you would call. And phone sex isn't half bad. I would hear you jerking off halfway around the world," Skandar said simply, and William snorted (laughed) into his lover's hair.

"Hey!"

"I love you."

"You'd better. Bastard." And with that, Skandar rolled over and promptly fell asleep.

8. With You- Chris Brown

"What're you doing?" Peter asked gulping, as Edmund stood up straight and bent down to touch his toes, causing the boy shorts to hug his butt in a way that should've been illegal.

"Some exercises! Because Lucy and I have made a pact to be healthier, which includes eating veg, exercising and some things." Peter couldn't help it, a dirty idea flashed through his head.

"Did Lucy specify what kind of exercise had to be done?"

"No..."

"Then come to the bed. I know an exercise that'll definitely help you."

9. I'm Yours- Jason Mraz

"LOOK! IT'S A BEETLE!" Georgie screamed and jumped onto William's shoulders. Skandar rolled his eyes.
"It's a dung beetle. Which isn't scary."

"You're not a girl, so of course you wouldn't be scared!" Georgie sprinted away to call Anna, most presumably to scare her.

"Since when did beaches have dung beetles?"

"Let's not waste any time. Oh, the sand is soft. William..."

10. Stay Beautiful- The Last Goodnight

"We really need new bedsheets."

"Agreed."