Post by arthurwilde on May 18, 2013 20:32:08 GMT -8
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It was time to have some fun. And as had been pointed out to Arthur during the winter holiday break by a hometown 'friend', he couldn't have been having very much of it if his grades were that decent. She had laughed at him and the expression on his face after explaining that to him, when he had thought back and realized how absolutely right she was. Why did he ever start talking to her again? Right. Her sense of humor. Obviously without his influence, it had lost a little something.
When had he become the perfect(ish) student? Studying hard? Turning in every - well, almost every - assignment on the day it was due... though often during the literal last minute. He had hardly ever turned up in class with an obvious hangover, and the source of those, well, that was just all sorts of horribly sad. What drinking had been done, had been done silently and alone in his dorm room, sometimes with a textbook in hand. Really. A textbook! Absolutely terrifying.
The parents were proud though, so there was that.
Time to disappoint them a little. Arthur did after all have to partake in the full college experience so that that 'friend', and a couple others, could live vicariously through him. Apparently it was his duty, and he'd come back in January with that intention, but had once more been swept up in the never-ending back and forth between job and school, until a few days ago, when he had suddenly and unexpected come across an hour of time in which he had absolutely nothing to do, and realized he'd done it again. No more! He was fully matriculated and acclimated! He wasn't required at work or in class. It was time to hit the beach.
So he might have been a tad too eager. Six foot, dressed in ugly orange flip flops, a dark red tee, blue swim shorts, and with sunscreen and shades to shield him, it counted for nothing when that first big wave he ran at slammed into him with force enough and the perfect angle to knock him off his feet. Arthur had just a moment to shout out a strangled, "Fuck!" before he was being cast back toward whatever unfortunate soul happened to be near.