Hampton, New Hampshire (tag: Ethan)

[Logan Castille]

Hampton, New Hampshire is home to one of the nicest beaches along the east cost of the United States. It also happens to be one of the closest beaches to Vermont, making it a wonderful destination for two vacation hungry lads to go on a road trip adventure. The drive was a bit of an annoyance, but Logan Castille and Ethan White knew it was well worth the wait. With the blasting of catchy tunes and sick beats motivating them, they endured their journey, relieved to finally reach the parking lot of their beachfront hotel.

As soon as the car was put in park, Logan jumped out and began stretching to loosen up. Being crammed in a car for long periods of time always made him feel stiff. Moments later he jetted toward the front office. "I'll go get the keys!" he shouted while in motion. It wasn't long before he returned with two cards that looked a lot like credit cards but instead of being Visa or Discover being printed on the front there was the name of the hotel and a scenic picture of a beach. "Here ya go, Eeefan," he said with a purposely funny voice while placing a card in his friend's pocket, "one fer you an' one fer me."

Next, Logan grabbed his suitcase and other bags and fastened them around him to where he could carry them all in one trip. Logan then walked toward the nearest elevator he could find, holding it open for Ethan of course. He punched in the number for their floor and felt a tiny jolt that made his stomach tingle as the elevator began to move. It's been too long he thought to himself. In fact, he hasn't been to a beach since before he came to Hammel. It brought back fond memories of his "pre-meta human" years. "Almost there," he mentioned mentioned as the elevator began to slow. The second the doors flung open, Logan threw himself into the hallway and went on the lookout. A few yards later, he spotted the room where they will be staying for the next few days or more.

Once inside the hotel room, Logan put down all his baggage next to one of the two beds and immediately went toward the window facing the beach. His jaw dropped at the nice view. He look toward the digital clock on the nightstand between the beds and realized that they only had a few more hours of sunlight left. Instantly, he dug through his luggage, searching for a swimsuit and threw on the first one he could find in the bathroom. "Eeefan," he called out with sarcastic affection as he emerged in a pair of Iron Man swim trunks, "ya wanna get out there before it gets dark?"

[Ethan White]

Who knew that driving for four or so hours would be such a pain in the butt (quite literally at that)? He didn’t know what came over him when he insisted that he’d be the one to take the helm, but boy was he so happy when they finally reached the parking lot. His feet feel incredibly numb from all stepping on the break and the accelerator too long. (Good thing he was driving automatic then; his foot would probably break off if he needed to step on the clutch for that drive). So when Logan trotted off to the front office, he simply grinned and sent the younger boy a smile. The less walking he does, the faster he’ll recover.

“Thanks. Oh hey, watch it!” chuckled the brunette as Logan came and, instead of giving it to him and all that, took the initiative to put it in his pocket. And boy did that feel just a bit weird. He helped Logan unload all their bags (they are staying here for quite some time after all) and was just about to help carry Logan’s ‘excess’ baggage (apparently the boy brought quite a lot, compared to Ethan’s measly backpack and gym bag) but the Cajun was just too fast for him to catch up; he was already near the door while Ethan’s still closing the trunk. “Dude, slow down,” he grinned, playfully sending Logan a pout when he opened the door for him. “Just so we’re clear, I’m not a damsel in distress, ok?”

After giving the boy a pat on the head (sneakily ruffling his hair for a bit in the process), he once again let Logan take the lead. He just seemed so excited. “Please don’t tell me I’d be breaking your beach-cherry,” teased the boy as they went up the elevator, “It’s like this is the first time you’ve been to the beach. You seem like you’ll be sucking up all the sand any moment now.” He’s actually enjoying all of Logan’s perkiness right now; for the two or so years he’s known the boy, he could say that this is the first time he’s seen him so excited about something. It’s rather cute and adorable really, if you ask him.

Like Logan, the first thing Ethan saw when they came to the rooms was the bed. However, instead of just leaving his stuff there, the boy ungracefully flopped on it. A bit tired, he didn’t even see how awesome the view from their room was. “Can’t we wait ‘till it gets daaark? We can tan ourselves tomorrow,” mumbled the boy as he turned to his stomach, rubbing his face against the pillows. “Nice trunks you dork,” added Ethan when he saw Logan’s shorts. “Mind if I just borrow one from you right now? I’m just too lazy to dig through my stuff and all that.”

Sorry Logan. He’ll be back up and running in a few hours’ time.

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[Logan Castille]

It's true. Logan was a bit jumpy with excitement. The way he acted resembled a child on Christmas morning, cheery, bright, and full of joy. "I guess that means I can't be yer knight in shinin' armor," he replied to Ethan with a bit of sarcastic sadness and a droopy frown. Logan quickly followed up with a cheeky grin and took his head pat (and sneaky hair ruffling) with stride. "My beach cherry was destroyed a long time ago. I jus' haven't been ta one in forever."

"Wait 'till it gets dark?!" Logan exclaimed with a silly voice. "I guess we can, Eeefan." He then began to jokingly 'model' his Iron Man swim trunks. "Go ahead an' admit it, you love 'em." After rummaging through his suit case, he pulled out a pair of Superman swim trunks and held them up triumphantly. "Look at this sexiness!" He plopped down on the bed, only inches away from Ethan and placed the swim trunks by his side. His hands then subconsciously began rubbing his friend's back. "Eeefan must be tired."

Logan looked at the digital clock and back to Ethan, then out the window to all the random beach-goers enjoying the last bit of sun before darkness settles in and the moon shows its face. "What are we gonna do when we get out there?" he asked calmly before throwing in a more frantic question. "Don't sharks hunt in the dark? I don' wanna get eaten by a shark!" His hands then grabbed onto Ethan's shoulders while he vocalized a loud chomp sound. Moments later, he found himself giving his friend a subtle massage.

[Ethan White]

Ethan would agree, but only up to a point. While he does go with the whole Logan-as-an-excited-child argument, he doesn’t quite see him in a Christmas opening-my-gifts setting. Far too innocent of an image for someone like Logan, he says. If it was up to him, Logan’s more like a kid let loose in a candy store – sugar-powered, rabid and almost borderline insane. (He says so in an adoring tone). Not that he blames him – being stuck in a car for more than three hours, no matter how comfortable the said vehicle is, is rather disconcerting. And besides, the place is magnificent enough to spaz about (Logan sure knows how to choose his beaches). Had his energy not be drained away by all that driving, he would’ve been spazzing with the Cajun boy already.

“Nope. No armors. They’re creepy. Impractical. Kinky. Not to mention too heavy,” said Ethan flatly. A few moments later though, a mischievous grin appeared on his face and he added, “I seriously doubt your lanky arms can carry them.” While he does feel bad about Logan’s apparent beach deprivation, given the context of his previous statement, the sympathetic pat Ethan gave the younger boy looked just a bit sarcastic too playful (or mocking). His Aww had that rise in the end, and the grin wasn’t helping either.

He shook his head in mock disappointment as Logan went on and paraded his shorts around. “Is this the part where I hoot and cheer for you?” he said as if unimpressed. His laughter got the best of him however, when he saw the Superman trunks come out. “Nope. I refuse to be recruited to the dork-troupe,” chuckled the brunette, “Don’t you have any non-dork-infested shorts around there?”

“Swim. Duh.” The beach resort looked like they had lights for night swimming anyway. They’re old enough not to swim too far back, right? He craned his neck slightly and made his position more accessible (read: threw the stuff on his bed to the side) as he felt Logan’s hands on his back. “Lower, to the side, there,” he cooed, thankful for the timely massage.

“There are no sharks in New Hampshire, right? And besides, it’s too shallow for them” He knew Logan was just joking with him, but he just can’t help but indulge him. “And if they appear, you can become my knight in shining armor. Don’t blame me if the armor rusts and itches and you can’t scratch it though.”

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I AM SORRY THIS WAS SO LATE. >.< Please don't kill me. Yet.
- Jam

[Logan Castille]

Logan let out an audible gasp in reference to his lanky arms. He didn't actually take offense to it because he knew that all the work outs he has been doing made his arms the exact opposite of lanky. They were actually quite strong and defined. "My arms aren't lanky!" His hands began to rub his biceps while he held a pouty face. Typically, Logan's very modest and not the person to show off, but in this situation, he felt there was no other choice. "Grrrr!" He growled as he began to flex and flaunt like an amateur. Then, out of nowhere, with the best false Russian bodybuilder accent he could muster, he shouted, "I'll make that armor my bitch!" Oh the joys of testosterone.

"Non-dork-infested shorts? What?! These shorts are the definition of sexy! Everyone on the beach will be lookin' at you." Logan quickly withdrew his Superman swim trunks and removed a non-superhero black and white pair. "You can use these," he said with a bit of inflection, "if you wanna be Mr. Boring and plain." It was obvious that Logan thought of the Superman trunks as the superior. He held them up one last time just in case Ethan had second thoughts. "Come on, Eeefan, you know you want 'em."

When it came to the sudden massage, Logan was probably enjoying it more than Ethan. He really got into it, making sure to apply an appropriate amount of pressure in the areas he was directed to create the best massage possible with his limited experience. The urge to please his friend in other ways crossed his mind, but he quickly dismissed them. It was far too early to risk ruining a seemingly perfect vacation. "Fine, fine... I guess I'll go swimming with the evil sharks, jellyfish, and crabs, but you have to keep my safe, okay?"

After finishing up the massage, Logan rolled beside Ethan on the bed with his head on a pillow. His eyes focused out the window and watched as the sun was slowly disappearing. "It wont be too much longer, Eeefan," he mentioned with anticipation. Outside the window, Logan could also see a bunch of logs being gathered and stacked by random persons on the beach. A nighttime bonfire is in the making.

[Ethan White]

Logan should know that Ethan’s merely jesting him; he should also take note that should he react like that to everyone of the older boy’s teasing, he can and will be teased much more in the future. It’s hard not to notice the boy’s build really – those big arms, broad shoulders and defined chest, to name a few – that Ethan actually thinks they’d actually burst out from the Cajun’s shirt any moment now. If he hadn’t known Logan for a while, he would’ve been very intimidated by his presence. Unfortunately though, he knows that beneath all that muscle mass is a dork and nothing but a dork, so he’ll get by. (Though he feels like he should hit the gym sometime soon too, lest he feel so inadequate around the boy).

“Yes they are! Just look at them. So thin and lanky, I think they’d fall off any minute,” he taunted, playfully pinching the Cajun’s arm as he flexed it. (And no, he did not cop a feel. What made you think that?). When Logan pouted, Ethan wasted no time in pinching it with his two fingers, effectively making the boy’s pout resemble a duck’s bill more than anything. He had to stop himself from biting them right there and then. To add further insult to the injury, he forced Logan’s mouth to open and close, mouthing garbles not unlike a baby’s rambling in the process. “Dude, that is so not a growl,” he said after he released his hold and the Cajun roared, “The armor would totally make you its bitch if you’re like that. You don’t stand a chance. Not with this you don’t.” Cue in sneaky touch in the guise of a punch to the abdomen. Rock hard. Damn.

He simply shook his head at Logan’s enthusiasm. While he does believe the shorts are adorable, he just wasn’t sure if he’ll be comfortable enough wearing them (he’d rather they be on someone else). “Dude, that is exactly why I don’t want them.” Apparently Ethan’s a bit shy. Who knew? “So you went on from dorky to tacky. Don’t you have anything normal around?” At this rate, he’d probably get over his laziness already and just grab a pair from his bag himself. Though the more Logan is waving the Superman trunks in his face, the more he’s inclined to wear it. If only to please the big baby just beside him. Come on Logan, just a bit more!

“Hey! I want more,” laughed the boy as the massage ending, promptly rolling over until he’s just beside Logan then poking his sides. “Gosh you’re so paranoid. Don’t worry, I’ll wrap around you in case Godzilla arrives.” Hopefully that’ll be enough to satiate the boy’s increasing fears. Not that Ethan wasn’t scared of sharks and jellyfish; he just thinks the resort’s got enough of a reputation to keep those things at bay.

Since Logan was blocking his view of the window (kid’s too darn wide), he wedged his chin on Logan’s neck to see what the boy’s been looking at. “ Ooh! Let’s eat dinner first. Outside. Then we swim. Sounds like a plan?” And yes, he took the whole wait-thirty-minutes-after-eating-before-you-swim rule. Seems like Ethan isn’t really planning on getting wet tonight. Or is he?

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I don't know what happened, but my muse died halfway through. I apologize for rambling, being late and the general crappiness. >.<
- Jam

[Logan Castille]

Logan never actually took offense to Ethan's teasing. In fact, he found it to be kind of cute. He liked knew Ethan too well to be offended. On the other hand, there was no way in hell he was not going to throw some comebacks at Ethan's insults. Logan may be the nicest person anyone can meet but he does have some fire in him (especially around someone like Eeefan). But this time around, he was too charmed by Ethan to actually do anything but laugh at his taunting. "I think I sense of hint of jealousy," he mentioned jokingly. After being punched, he retaliated by tackling Ethan into the bed and getting in a dominant position to pin him down. "Looks like I made you my bitch, Eeefan," he mentioned soon afterward with a mischievous tone while resisting the urge to plant an aggressive kiss.

"I doubt your swim trunks are any less tacky. Lemme guess, they're a solid color with a floral design of a different color?" The Superman swim trunks were still Logan's suggestion and he didn't want to give up until Ethan decided to put them on. The thought of the boy sporting the heroic blue and red made him feel a bit frisky. "Just put 'em on. It'll be dark. It's not like anyone's gonna notice or care."

"I'll give you another massage before we go to bed, don't worry," he said with a wink. "I can't let these hands go to waste."

The sun was continuing to fade away and nighttime no longer seemed like it would be such a long wait. Once retaliatory poking was complete and he was assured that Ethan would keep him safe from jellyfish, Godzilla, and everything in between, Logan jumped out of bed, put on his flip-flops, and grabbed his beach towel. "Time to get changed! Superman's waiting for ya!" Almost immediately after speaking, he felt his stomach scream out a cry of hunger. It quickly persuaded him into agreeing with Ethan's plan of action instead of just charging for the beach. "Yeah, yeah, sounds good. I'm starving!"

[Ethan White]

“Me? Jealous? Why would I be jealous of this?” Ethan promptly sidestepped Logan and reappeared behind the Cajun, effectively sneaking his arms underneath the boy’s armpits and groping pinching the boy’s chest from behind. “They’re so big, I think I’d need to wear a bra for them.” He added a little chuckle at the end, playfully rubbing his chin on the boy’s shoulder. Unfortunately for him, such a moment is not to last as Logan suddenly tackled him, the older boy suddenly finding himself pinned down without even realizing it. “I think I’d actually like the sound of that,” said Ethan, winking as an impish grin crept on his face. He let the younger boy enjoy his view from the top for a few seconds before reversing the situation in one quick swoop. “Though I actually think you’d make a better bitch,” he grinned, leaning down to whisper on the boy’s ear, “Just because you’re lanky as hell.” (Yup, he’s probably contradicting himself somewhere in the middle, or even pointing a whole different picture of Logan already, but he doesn’t really care much about it for the moment).

He glared at Logan when he said his trunks were tacky. “They’re not tacky,” he protested, especially since Logan was right off the bat with the designs of his shorts, “They’re fairly normal and perfectly acceptable.” He doesn’t see anything wrong with his white

[/b], red[/b] and grey[/b] shorts, even more when they’re compared against Logan’s dorky shorts. But since the Cajun doesn’t seem like he’ll relent anytime soon, Ethan decided he’d better wear them else they’d both starve because of their pride. “Fine. You win,” Ethan replied, sticking his tongue just to say that the fight isn’t over just yet, “I’ll get my revenge soon enough.” Hopefully that sounded sexy threatening enough.

“Oh I know how you can make sure those hands are used properly,” laughed the teen as he pinched Logan’s cheeks.

“Give me a minute. Wait for me, ok?” And with that he got up from the bed and rushed to the washroom to change, emerging a minute later in a white wife beater, flip flops and the ‘controversial’ dorky trunks. “Happy now?” he said, shaking his head. Since the shorts have no pockets in them, Ethan promptly put all his valuables (driver’s license, wallet, room keys) in a black bag[/url] before following Logan out the door. “I hear their barbeque marinade here is to die for. Can’t wait to taste it!”[/justify][/blockquote][/font]

[Logan Castille]

Logan's head filled with a bunch of naughty thoughts after Ethan mentioned that he knew how to make sure his hands are used properly. He couldn't help but let out a devious grin and cause a bit of mischief for the time being. In retaliation for getting his cheeks pinched, Logan gave Ethan a sturdy sportsmanlike slap on the butt. "Don't abuse the privilege. You better be lucky I'm giving you such a helping hand." He now felt it was time to turn the tables and gain the upper hand in the teasing war that Ethan was previously winning with all his lanky comments. "We'll see who dominates who soon enough."

"Way better than those tacky, flower-power swim trunks, right?" Logan taunted as Ethan emerged from the bathroom. His face lit up at the sight of the boy wearing the Superman logo. His eyes ogled at him intensely. Ethan looked much better in them that he thought. "Yeah, that's right, I always win!" Logan triumphantly marched around and celebrated like he was in front of a cheering crowd. "Woo hoo! I'm the champion!" Not even Ethan's sexy threatening could knock him off his first place pedestal of victory. "If you wish to take on the champion, be prepared for defeat!" With a little more flexing and self-ego-boosting, Logan was ready for a challenge from Ethan, no matter how sexy tough it may be. "What're you gonna make me do," he asked, "force me to wear some of your hippie shorts?"

As soon as they exited the room, Logan realized he was forgetting his essentials. He ran back in the room and quickly grabbed his wallet, cellphone, a towel, sunglasses, and a random black t-shirt. After running back outside, he slipped on the t-shirt and sunglasses (even though the sun wasn't going to be up much longer) and politely stuffed the other items in Ethan's bag. "Sorry about that. The thought of food distracted me." It wasn't long before he ran back to the room AGAIN to grab some flip flops.

Once he got his bearings straight and he arrived with Ethan to the barbecue place, Logan was immediately overwhelmed with the scent. "This place smells delicious!" After being seated and ordering a glass of water as he drink of choice, Logan zoomed for the buffet. He stacked his plate as high as it could go with meats and sides and he intended on eating all of it. "This will do for plate number one." He sat down in his chair and began to dig in savagely at first, but more politely when he noticed other people giving him weird looks. The extensive amount of time on the road must have really worked up his apatite.

[Ethan White]

He knew the slap was supposed to be playful and all, but he still can’t find himself ignoring the sting the slap gave him. He really works out a lot, doesn’t he? “Ouuch,” the older boy whined, rubbing his butt in an attempt to soothe the pain he’s feeling, “Take it easy you know. My butt isn’t as fat laden as yours is.” Though it does look mighty tasty. He simply smirked as Logan mentioned the whole domination thing. As if the night needs more innuendoes. “As long as you don’t flatten me with that fat ass of yours, I’m sure I’ll win.” Hooray testosterone-laden taunting.

Ethan gave Logan a disapproving look. No way he’ll give the boy the satisfaction. Not yet at least. “Flower power is still the best. I feel like a sixth grader,” he protested, though the chuckle that followed soon after only says otherwise. He did like the shorts, just not on him. He feels like he doesn’t have enough confidence, or swag, to carry it just like Logan does. He was just about to drop the act entirely when Logan danced crazily along the halls, making the brunette laugh and cringe all at the same time. “Goodness Logan, stop that!” He tried to wave the boy to stop, but he just couldn’t. It’s like he’s on a sugar high or something.

“Well first I’m going to forbid some mundane dancing,” teased Ethan as he finally got a hold of the boy’s hand arm, gripping it with enough force to get his attention but not to hurt him (he also added a good finger wagging for good measure). “And since you’re the champion, you have to carry little ol’ weakling like me downstairs.” After arranging the boy’s stuff in his bag (now it felt just a tiny bit heavier), he promptly jumped on Logan’s back, clinging for dear life like a little girl. “Why’d you have to put a shirt on though,” he grumbled as he wiggled a bit, arranging himself on Logan’s back, “It’s not like you’ll get sunburn still.” Not to mention Ethan still wants to see. “And the sunglasses are tacky. Totally tacky. Your eyes will burn due to the moon?”

Ethan didn’t bother following Logan when he zoomed through the buffet choices. (He did get off his back once they reached the lobby though). He seemed like a famished animal anyway; best not to get too involved. Unlike Logan, Ethan decided to take things slow and only grab a couple dishes. Two strips of barbecued beef, two oysters, a seaweed and three pieces of sushi. “Did you try their oysters? The lady there says they’re fresh from the sea.” He dipped his in vinegar for a while before swallowing it whole. “Mmm.” It was only then did he see the huge pile across him. “Dude, we haven’t done anything yet and you’re already eating a lot? Tsk tsk tsk.”

[Logan Castille]

In reference to his fat ass, Logan had no comment because he knew it wasn't true. In fact, he actually took pride in how it looked. That may sound rather cocky, but Logan's not the kind of person to let cockiness get the best of him. He's usually rather modest when it comes to things of this nature. "We'll see," he said calmly with a hint of false aggression, "we'll see if you and your little girly flowers can handle the wrath of a manly man like myself!" He then stopped what he was doing to make a dramatic face and point a challenging finger. "I'll be waiting!" Logan can be such a goofball sometimes.

Logan withstood the weight of Ethan's body on his back easily. He carried the older boy around effortlessly (or so it seemed). "I put my shirt on 'cause I don't want to get some nasty Eeefan germs on me." The real reason he wore a shirt is because he didn't want to be kicked out of the restaurant in case it has a no, shirt, no shoes, no service policy. Even though walking around without a shirt or shoes is commonplace on a beach, Logan's used to the more upper class places that require people to be fully clothed and proper. Besides, he didn't mind showing off to Ethan. He just didn't want to show off to everyone else who was trying to enjoy a meal. But the reason behind wearing the sunglasses is a whole different story. Logan rarely wears them when he knows the sun is about to set. He felt they would be a nice touch to his already informal clothing, but after hearing what Ethan thought about them, he quickly changed his mind. "You do have a point," he replied, "I probably shouldn't have grabbed them." So instead of wearing them over his eyes, Logan took them off and placed them on the collar of his shirt.

"I'm not gonna try the oysters," Logan answered, "because I know they wont be as good as the ones back home." He bit a chunk of meat out of some barbecue ribs and gobbled down a few french fries before looking at Ethan again. "That road trip had me starving!" It didn't take him long to devour the contents on his massive plate, but as soon as he finished, he realized he couldn't eat another bite. He was stuffed (probably not for long though). "I'm done," Logan said proudly as he wiped his hands and took a sip of water.

While he waiting to Ethan to finish, Logan couldn't help but create some small talk to keep things from going stale. "So, what're we gonna do while we wait 30 minutes for our food to settle, Eeefan?"

[Ethan White]

Goofball is one way to describe it, considering how Ethan laughed so hard that he had to stop walking for a while, sit down on a corner as he clutched his stomach, tears almost forming in his eyes. “You’re such a dork, you know that?” said the boy when he finally got his bearings back, leaning on to the younger guy to make himself more stable, “Where were you when my finals rolled in?” Boy did he need a laugh more than ever during those nights. Well, even if Logan wasn’t talking back then, if he was just sitting there with him, he’d be incredibly uplifted. Not that he’d tell the boy that now though. (Maybe later).

To say that Ethan was impressed was an understatement. It seemed like the younger boy broke no sweat in carrying him. And Ethan does a little wrestling in his free time, so he was rather heavy for his height. “Dude, you sure your power’s disintegration and not super strength?” he whispered, making sure no one heard. If Pilot Ridge wasn’t much accepting of powers, and Hammel itself is already located within it, how much more will New Hampshire be? Better be safe than sorry.

When the mention of his germs came up though, the brunette promptly pouted and playfully rubbed his face against the Cajun’s, giggling as he did. “Germs huh? Let’s see you escape from them now.” If you ask me, it’s just Ethan’s pitiful excuse to feel the boy’s face against his own. He did feel bad when Logan took his shades off. “Hey, I was just kidding you know,” said the boy, his voice a bit embarrassed with what he did prior, “They still look good on you though. You should wear them.” He grabbed the glasses from behind and promptly put them on the boy, grinning widely as he looked at him from the side. “There. Dorky but fashionable. Awesome.”

“I didn’t know you were such a snob Logiee,” teased Ethan, gulping the last of the barbeque strips on his plate, “You should still grab some though. I hear they’re aphrodisiacs.” He gave Logan a coy wink then went around again, this time grabbing some smoked fish and some pasta. “You’re done? But it’s so early?” They haven’t been eating for fifteen minutes yet right? “You are so wasting what we paid for.” He knows Logan’s practically swimming in money, but he still feels bad simply leaving too early.

“Well, you can wait for thirty minutes more, since I’m all set to eat my fill,” nodded the older boy, taking a small sip of his water (water can fill him up quite fast, so if he wants to get his money’s worth, not to much liquid, or carbs). “Well, you can tell me all about how Hammel is right now. Chris and Brea aren’t telling me anything juicy. Seems they’re rather out of the loop.”

[Logan Castille]

"Disintegration, Super Strength, it doesn't matter. They're all the same. They all end up breaking stuff and making people fear you." When it comes to his power, Logan's not one to complain. He's been at Hammel long enough to control and appreciate his gift (even if he's a little cynical about it sometimes for no apparent reason). "Speaking of, have you ever seen me use it? I think I've known you long enough to show you. You might think it's cool." At the moment, he saw his power as an excuse to impress Ethan, who he has obviously developed feelings for during the time the two knew each other (but he wasn't ready to make that obvious).

A sly grin swept his face when he felt Ethan rub his face against his. "Oh no! Now I'm gonna turn into a loser who wears tacky flower shorts!" Logan didn't mind the facial contact at all. Truth be told, he found it to be kind of cute. And when he saw Ethan show a bit of remorse for dissing his choice to wear sunglasses, he was once again found his friend to be cute. Who knew Ethan could be so cute? Good looking, yes, but cute is a whole new story. For Logan, being cute brings Ethan to a whole new level of infatuation. It was something a bit more significant than physical attraction. Something along the lines of a crush. "I win again, Eeefan!"

"Fine, fine. I'll get another plate and ONE oyster just 'cause you told me to." Logan got up and filled his plate with various meats and sides again, but this time he made sure to grab a single oyster to make Ethan happy. He sat back down and swallowed the edible part of the oyster whole. "Happy now?" he asked. "Just make sure I'm don't end up trying to bag some random stranger on the beach, okay?"

Logan continued to eat his second plate with the same ferocity he had when attacking the first. "Well," he mentioned between bites, "most of the rumors at Hammel are about who Zachary LaRousse sleeps with and some virus that spread around to a good bit of students. I'm glad I didn't catch it." The thought of dessert crossed his mind, but after taking a few more bites of the plate he has in front of him, he had a change of heart. "You're not gonna make me eat a bowl of ice cream so I'll get my money's worth or something like that, right?"

[Ethan White]

“Pfft. Stop saying that. It’s totally different.” Had Ethan not known Logan for so long, he would’ve thought the Cajun was rather dissatisfied with his powers. And for a guy who’s longed to have one since he can walk, that would’ve been rather insulting. “Super strength gives you the right to go ‘Hulk Smash!’ on everything, as well as wear your neon underwear above your pants and not look like a total dork,” said the boy in a matter-of-factly voice, bobbing his head up and down as he nodded and sneaked a few more cheek rubs, “Disintegration, on the other hand, is such a weird power that unless you’re part of the XMen, you can only wear cloaks and capes with it. No spandex, no neon coloring. Loserville for the win.” Though seeing Logan’s bum in spandex would be quite the sight to behold, at least that’s what Ethan thought.

He perked up like a sleeping dog sensing his master come home when Logan suggested showing off his powers. (He does find the whole arrangement weird, considering he’s known the Cajun for more than two years). “As long as you won’t disintegrate my clothes and make me a laughing stock for everyone, I’m good.” While baring it all for Logan doesn’t seem like much of a problem, doing it in public is a whole thing entirely.

Ethan would’ve said some smart retort to Logan’s celebration, but he came up blank. Clearly the boy has some sort of hold power over him. Not that he’d complain about it though. “This sucks. Does this make me your bitch now then?” he whined, taking mind to infuse a bit of playfulness in his voice as he pouted and shook his head like crazy (making his lips, at times, graze over the boy’s face). Though if you ask him, being Logan’s bitch doesn’t sound like a bad idea anyway.

“Very,” chuckled the older boy, his eyes wide with glee as Logan came back with an oyster. He even clapped furiously when Logan ate the said shellfish in one gulp. “I think men who eat their oysters in one go are very sexy. Very sexy indeed,” whispered Ethan as he leaned across the table. And no, I’m fairly sure the half-dozen oysters he’s devoured has nothing to do with this just yet.

He frowned slightly when Logan mentioned a certain LaRousse boy. “Never liked him as much. And I have a feeling talking about him in such a nice place would only ruin it.”b] In short, topic change please. “And besides, why would you catch it anyway?” He stopped only to slurp eat the last of his pasta and wipe his lips a bit. Damn alfredo sauce gets everywhere, he thinks. “How ‘bout you? Any new developments lately? Maybe a boyfriend you’d like to introduce?” Inwardly he’s hoping Logan’s answer to his last question would be a ‘No’ though.

“Nope. But I may just force you to eat those frog legs over there. Just so I’d know they’re safe,” said the boy, an impish grin creeping on his face.

[Logan Castille]

"It sounds a lot like a power a villain has, doesn't it?" Logan let out a mock evil laugh that obviously needed a little work. "You think I'd make a good villain, Eeefan? I'd pull off the cloak and cap like a pro." It wasn't much longer before Logan got a rather dorky idea to go along with the superhero/villain conversation. "Maybe you can get a bunch of cool gadgets, like Batman and try to stop me!" The way he said try made it sound as if there was no way Ethan could ever stop him. "I'd kick yer butt. Plain and simple," he said with a childish and challenging grin. "And I'll show you it on the beach when there aren't many spectators. Don't let me forget."

"The might Eeefan admitting that he's my bitch? Wow. I can't believe what I'm hearing!" Logan clapped his hands, cheered, and nodded to end the celebration. "I think you've just convinced me that my second power is being super awesome." His victory over Ethan was more playful that serious, but he did feel delighted that he successfully made a comeback from the brutal verbal beating he received earlier in the day.

A loud burst of laughter erupted from Logan when he heard what Ethan thought about people who eat their oysters in one go. "Ya better not be takin' any trips to New Orleans any time soon. You'd be overwhelmed by the... sexiness... if that's what you wanna call it." Logan didn't see Ethan's words as flirtation because he was under the assumption that his friend is straight. For as long as he knew Ethan, he never saw him with another guy or anything like that. Also, Ethan doesn't really fit very many stereotypes that some homosexuals fall under. Logan never had a clue that he looked for anything besides girls (even if he really wanted him to).

"Germs spread fast in schools," Logan replied while being careful to not imply that he had much to do with Zac after learning that Ethan didn't like the Prince of Hammel very much. "And no, no boyfriends. I've been rather lacking in that category for a while." He simply shrugged his shoulders and put the thought in the back of his mind. Thinking about the lack of actual love (not lust) he has had tends to make him feel a bit gloomy and moody.

In an instant, Logan jumped from his table and grabbed a couple of frog legs. He returned and threw one onto Ethan's plate. "Frogs legs aren't bad. They taste like chicken. I ate them every now and then back home." Logan bit a chunk out of one of the amphibian's legs. "See? I'm alive. They're perfectly safe! Now it's your turn to try it."