This sucks, and I don't care, you can deal with it, its for posts so suck on SJs big juicy titties. Ella, on the other hand, being a tab flat chested, was in her bikini, sitting on a sun-warmed blanket on the beach, her sunglasses covering her eyes, her hair in two braids down her back. Her hair, which had been cut when she went into rehab, was finally growing out and was no longer shorter then Andy's, thank fucking god. It wasn't her fault really, the kid had long girly hair, what could she do about it? Nothing, thats what. After texting her friend, she had decided to make her way down to the water and was drying off after splashing around, STILL waiting, I might add.

Andy was doing his usual thing that he did on his days off from working - lounging around in his apartment sleeping. Of course what had ended up waking him up was his cell phone going off on the table next to his bed. What was it with people waking him up by calling him lately? Whatever happened to coming over to someones place and knocking on the door. Oh well. So since he was now fucking awake thanks to Ella, he pulled his ass out of bed and switched out of his underwear into a pair of black swim trunks. Then he grabbed his keys and headed out the door, not even bothering with makeup because he'd be going into the ocean and that's just fucking gay. He'd rather not have raccoon eyes. So he arrived down there, opting for walking instead of driving 'cause he was all for going green. Plus he wasn't sure where his car keys were, cough cough. He saw Ella and her extra skinniness there on the beach, and he ran up to her, basically glomping her. "Hey bitch," he said to her, grinning. How nice.

The answer was simply, texting was easier and took less effort, and see, Ella was all about taking the easy way out."Wow, what are you the poster child for the make poverty history fund?" she snapped, her lips turned up in a small smirk, raising an eyebrow, her eyes glittering behind her glasses. She recoverd from being assaulted, made sure her top was still covering her chest and leaned back to look up at him. "Seriously, have you heard of wearing boy jeans? And another thing? One word, Tanning. Don't fear the sun." she waved her hands in his face, or as far as she could reach without standing up, at the last part like a moron.

The poster child for make poverty history? Oh, burn. "No, I just woke up, shut the hell up," he told her, narrowing his eyes a bit in a fake glare. He knew he probably looked like crap, just rolling out of bed and everything. But you know what? Piss on it. "Boy jeans are overrated, and so is the sun," he said with a nod, actually sounding like that was the truth. But really, he wasn't scared of the sun or boy jeans. It was just funner to have his balls constricted with girl jeans, hah. And the sun? Pfft. He was from the east coast where it snowed so sun? Not something he'd gotten used to going out in constantly living in California. "But let's tan me up today so I can be sexy."

Ella grinned, "I can try, but baby I can't work miracle. Maybe I will have to rub some warm tanning oil all over you're slender body, hmm?" she smirked coyly, patting the spot on the towel beside her, motioning to a bottle of lotion at her side.
No blushing needed, Ella wasn't like that with boys. Okay, she was but not with Andy because it was Andy and there was no point in being embarressed about anything when he was around. "Sit down, fuckhead, I missed you."

"That's probably why you're not so sexy, cause you can't work miracles." Oh burn! See, she could be snarky and he'd just be snarky right back to her in return. That's how it worked with him, ya know. He flopped himself onto the towel next to her, stretching his legs out in front of him and they basically went right off the towel cause he was too damn tall. Well, not as tall as other men out there but he was still a giant. Especially compared to Ella dear here. "So how's it going, bub?" he asked her, tipping his head to the side a little as he looked over to her.

"I am as good as it gets, honey." she shook her head, smirking and trailing her finger under his chin as he turned to look at her. "Its going goooood." she drawled lazily, using her free hand to slide her glasses off, and cocked her own head at him. "You?" she smiled, blinking and raising her eyebrow, looking as if she was actually interested for once.

"You love yourself too much, Ella Steil," he told her, his lips upturning into a smirk and he rolled his eyes a little to action along with her words. "It's alright, I suppose," he shrugged. "Can't complain." Never could complain much mostly cause he was a happy guy 3/4 of the time. The other quarter of the time was when his A.D.D was kicking in and nothing could keep his attention so he'd get kind of testy.

She laughed, and shook her head. "Someone has to love me, Andy Holland, better if its me." she smirked, and giggled. "Oh, I bet you could complain, I mean its you after all, right?" she sighed, and kissed his cheek gently. "We should go swimming, I think. Then you can tan and be sexy like me." she joked, nodding and offering her hand as she went to stand up.

"True," he mused, grinning a little himself. Better to love yourself if other people can't be fuckin bothered eh. "Oh yes, because I'm so emo and I hate myself so I'm just gonna whine and complain," he said, sarcastically of course, and scrunching up his face a bit when she kissed his cheek. "Sure, lets," he said, taking her hand and pulling himself up to his feet. "First one in the waters a rotten egg!" he exclaimed before taking off at top speed for the water.

Ella laughed, and held back a moment, wiping sand off her ass, taking a moment too long to think about what the kid just said. "What...? WAIT, THAT MAKES YOU THE RO- oh who cares." she rolled her eyes and sprinted after him, sand flying up behind her, throwing her sunglasses off and over her shoulder before reaching the shore and jumping in, the water enveloping her small body, drenching her hair as water is known to do.

Andy had actually meant to say 'last one in the water' but for some stupid reason 'first' slipped out of him but he didn't care enough. Instead he just dove into the water without a care, and emerged a few moments later. Oh, and he also threw off his sunglasses onto the towel too but I forgot to write that so let's just pretend. "Ew, it's so warm in here," he commented, laughing a little. He hated warm water, and wasn't beach water supposed to be cold? Gross. It was probably the stupid weather.

Ella came up, gulping for air and blinking as she tried to gather herself. She turned to him, all wet and his hair plastered onto his head and face, and burst into laughter. "Ohh, real sexy, Andy, you look like a drowned rat." she said between giggles, shaking her head and treading water. "Warm water is better then hot water? OH." she shook her finger at him, triumphantly. "I WIN. YOU JUST COMPLAINED."

When she laughed at him and told him he looked like a drowned rat, he stuck his tongue right out at her. "I can say the same for you, Ella," he told her, grinning widely. "But this is hot! So icky," he muttered. "Oh shut up!" he exclaimed, pouncing at her and taking her down with a big ass splash of both their weights combined into one.

The combined weight being you know, NOTHING. Gosh. She laughed, shaking her head and then letting out a half squeal before being cut off by Andy's body. In order to ensure he was going to go down with her, she wrapped her arms in a deadlock around his neck, not to choke him, but he definatly wasn't going anywhere anytime soon without her. She kind of let out a half scream which turned to bubbles, and they came back up for air, and half smacked him without letting him go.

Well yes, but it still made a splash regardless of how skinny the two of them so happened to be. He felt her arms wrap around his neck to take him down with her, and he tried to pull himself out but damn she had a good grip so he was forced to submerge into the icky warm water along with her. When they came back up for air and she smacked him, he let out a loud laugh. "That's what you get, bitch," he said simply.

Treading water and hanging off Andy's neck, her face flushed, Ella rolled her eyes. "I hate you." she grouched, finally letting him go and swimming away a few feet, muttering about hair being in her face as she brushed sopping wet strands from her eyes. "Dickmouth."

"You do not hate me! You can never hate me," he exclaimed because damn straight betch, that was true. This is Andy we're talking about and no one can hate Andy no matter how hard they tried. "No, that's you. I'm afraid I've never had a dick in my mouth," he grinned at her as he ran his hand through his hair so he wouldn't have that shit in his eyes.

"Are you sure? I think you have." she pondered a good come back for a moment. "Aha! You weren't breastfed, you suckled your mothers dick!" she cried, always liking to win at fighting. Oh yeah, Ella was kind of raunchy a lot of the time but I guess that just means she can hold her own.

"I have not!" he exclaimed, pouting a little. Sure, he's had his dick sucked but he's never sucked one himself. "Actually I was raised on bottle milk," he told her, smirking defiantly because he liked to win at fighting too. "You're a dyke cause you sucked your moms tits, bitch." His mom just didn't want to breastfeed him so she didn't. Silly mommies! Instead she just pumped that milk out and put it in a bottle. Kinda gross sounding, yeah, but I don't think she wanted a baby sucking on her nipples. That much is understood.

"Hey at least my mother loved me enough to do it, its proven that breatfed babies develope better. You loose." she shrugged, before splashing water at his and diving under water and away from him so when he could see her, he wasn't a few feet away and able to splash her back full force.

"My mom was a bit busy going to school to breast feed me, excuse her," he said, sticking his tongue out at her. Yes, he had a mommy in school but it's not what you think. She was in college, not high school. His mom had him when she was really young so she was still a babe now. Milf according to some. When she splashed water at him, he gasped and was ready to splash her in return but she had gone under water. "Whore! Where the hell did you go?" he exclaimed, rather loudly too so some mothers looked at him with uber glares. He looked around but didn't see her. Stupid slut.

She swam around underwater, and grabbed his shoulders when she was behind him, pulling him back underwater, but not before giving him a raspberry on his neck and bursting into a fit of giggles. Ella has had too much sun, okay? Don't judge the crazy midget, she is amazing. "You.... are.... a.... loser." she grinned, speaking between gulps of air.

Dumb stupid whore. Where the hell was she? He was about to dive under water to continue his search but instead he felt his shoulders being grabbed at and he was being pulled down. "You're a whore!" he exclaimed, making a whiny noise when she gave him a raspberry. Someone with his low of a voice should not be able to whine like he just did but he did so get over it.

Thats because well, before puberty he had a faggit gay voice, so thats why he sometimes lets it slip now and again when he is surprised, okay? She giggled, and shook her head. "You looooooove me, you want to kiiiiiiiiss me, you look at my tiiiiiitties when you think I'm not loooooooking." she went off in a sing song voice, poking his nose gently with her finger.

Before puberty every male has a faggot gay voice, duh. He sounded like a loser back then but now he sounded like a pedo or some shit like that. He had no other way to describe his voice, sadly so. "What tits," he said right back to her, grinning. Oh burn! But it was true, sadly. Poor Ella was flat as a boy.

Ella pretended to pout for a moment, before using the water to help her jump up, grabbing the bottom of the bikini top, and flashing the poor boy. "THESE TITS." she cried, before gravity took its course and she fought to replace her shirt under water for a few seconds. "But really, you shouldn't be talking. What dick?" she giggled, as she emerged once more from the water, her shirt back in place.

When she suddenly flashed him, Andy barked out a laugh because oh my god, did she really? "They still look like mosquito bites to me," he grinned at her. When she inquired what dick, well, it wasn't so easy for him to flash her. "The one that's gonna be slapping your face in about five seconds if you don't shut up!" Kay he was just kidding around 'cause he wouldn't really slap her face with his dick.

Rock out with your cock out, as John Hock always says. Except he says HOCK OUT, not cock out, but really, aren't we all just looking at his face? I know I don't care about what comes out of his mouth. Jokes. Okay, so Ella rolled her eyes, blushing gently. "Dude, its not big enough to smack anyone in the face with, sorry." she shook her head, smirking.

Why the fuck would you be looking at Hock's face, gross one. Eww. Lmfao I keed. Except not really, but that's besides the point. "Wanna find out?" he asked of her, grinning widely and moving his hand down near his crotch as if right now he'd whip it out and slap her across the face with it. Which he really wouldn't do but thats besides the point.

Ella snorted, putting her hands up in surrender. "Save that for when we are both drunk and lonley, okay?" she shook her head, but smiled. Of course she adored him, and wasn't at all serious about anything mean she said. She was sure he had a perfectly sized cock, but you know, she wasn't going to admit to it or anything.

Of course she'd surrender, so he grinned and lifted his hand back up out from under the water. "Sounds like a deal to me," he told her, winking at her. He loved his Ella but slapping her in the face with his penis wasn't something he was going to do. He wasn't attracted to her like that because she was his biffle. "Biiitch, I'm bored," he pouted a little. Of course it was up to her to amuse him

Ella could have totally gotten in his pants don't lie. But the one time they actually tried to make out while they were sober, it was like, 'Okay sorry, no this isn't working.' They took it as a hint to only do stupid shit drunk, right? RIGHT, YAY FOR GOD MODING THINGS THAT DIDN'T OCCUR BUT DID BECAUSE I SAID SO NOW. Ella cocked her head, "Well, what do ya want me to do about it?"

Megan, you're good at that. When she questioned what she could do about that, Andy heaved a sigh as if the answer was already obvious. "I dunno, maybe entertain me, shit face," he told her, sticking his tongue out a little and smiling. "You are the one who invited me out for a day on the beach. Buy me icecream or something, I don't fucking know." He really was a needy little boy wasn't he?

"Oh what are you four?" she gave him a look, smirking. "I'll buy ME icecream and you can watch me eat it okay?" she giggled, before turning away and swimming towards the shore. She shivered as she came out of the water and onto the shore, finding the towel she had dropped and wrapping it around her, her teeth chattering while she waited for Andy. Of course she was going to buy him icecream, so he should hurry up.

"Maybe," he said with shifty eyes when she questioned his age. If he was four, then he was a really fucking tall four year old. "Fuck you!" he exclaimed, running out of the water right after her. As he came up to the towel again, he located his own and wiped off some of the water on his body. He then just dropped it again. Screw walking around wrapped up in a towel. "Let's gooo," he whined at her, pouting. He definitely was hungry for ice cream.

She snickered, reached out to smooth a wild cowlick on Andy's head, shivered gently, and then nodded towards the wooden shack that liked to pretend it was a real old fashioned icecream shack and headed towards it, the warm sand squishing under her toes. Somehow, because I mean Ella is magic, she had managed to keep her credit card inside the bra thingy of her swimsuit.
"What do you want, fat ass?"

Andy blinked a little when she reached up to his hair, but then figured out what she was doing within seconds. He followed along to the cute little wooden shack where there was some zit faced teenager reading a Guitar magazine while passing the time. "I want... I dunno," he murmured, tilting his head to look at the menu and scan what all ice cream flavors they had. "Oh! I want the Superman flavor!" he exclaimed, nodding. The best out there, yo.