The Landsider And His Liar
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I Lobster Lady; 1: Surfer
Title: The Landsider and his Liar
Author: (anubeta@lycos.com)
Type: Original Slash
Disclaimer: It’s mine. You take it, I’ll sue you.
Summary: Life’s not always what you’d expect it to be.
Chapter: 1 of 6
Beta: Anand
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Adelio sat on his board and watched the sea, riding the low waves that didn’t bother to crest. He’d been out for an hour or so, and was starting to get hungry. Likewise, his skin had begun to complain from the sustained assault of the sun.
The set Adelio was waiting for was hiding, and soon it would be sunset and he’d have to go in. He absently scratched at his chest and kept his eyes on the breaker line where the big swells would start.
Nothing. Damn. He heard a faint noise over the suseagseagulls and water in his ears. Careful to stay on his board, Adelio turned. A small figure on the shore, one he could barely see over the cresting shallow breakers, let alone hear, waved at him and called his name faintly. Aiden.
With a last resentful look at the innocently flat ocean, Adelio lay down on his belly and began to row in for shore. The second break caught him from behind and he bodysurfed it in, spitting salt water away from his mouth. He hadn’t got managed to get any in, but spitting was always a good idea, washing his mouth out with a gulp of seawater to remove sand for good measure.
The first set was in about two feet of water, and Adelio felt too lazy to get his ass off the board and stand up, riding it in because he could. When his dangling hands brushed bottom, he shoved off and stood up. He picked up the board, and unstrapped the line from his ankle, catching it in his hand, as he didn’t fancy it dragging after him.
Aiden was sitting with her boyfriend on the beach when he strode up. Adelio didn’t like his little sister’s boyfriend. At seventeen, she was plenty old enough to pick and choose her companions, but her choice in Ehren Rolf was beyond his imagining. He wouldn’t have chosen the man. Ehren was close to eight years Aiden’s senior, yet he was devoted and gentle. Adelio still didn’t like him.
Mother had once said that all members of the Elden family were too independent for their own good sometimes. Adelio missed her. At twenty, he had always been independent, like she’d said. But Mother was nearly seven years gone now, and he and Aiden had done well enough as orphans. They’d both graduated, Aiden most recently - nearly three weeks ago, now. Both had part time jobs, and together ran a boarding house for other surfers in similar positions.
“What?” he asked, running his hand through his dripping hair.
Aiden looked up at him, her mouth screwed up tighter than her eyes in the bright sunset light. “I need to talk to you,” she said.
He considered retorting ‘well, talk then’ but thought better of it. He glared at Rolf. “Alone?” he asked.
She nodded, and awkwardly attempted to rise. He extended a damp, salty arm, and she managed to pull herself up. She stood there; hand on her full, rounded belly, blonde waves whipping in the wind. “The dunes?” she suggested. He nodded.
Once in the dunes, he stopped, and looked at her expectantly. She stopped shuffing though the sand. “Rivik brought in a new kid yesterday. I let him stay. He went to school this morning.”
“That’s good. He knows about the school rule, then?”
“And the work rule. I put him in the second upstairs room from the staircase.”
“You could have told me that on the beach.”
She glanced toward the beach. Rolf was staring at them. Adelio shuddered, and turned his back to him. “It’s creepy when he does that.” Aiden commented.
“*He’s* creepy.” Adelio emphasized, making spinning motions for her to get on with her report.
“Speaking of the work rule, nobody went in this week.”
“What the hell! Not even Rivik?”
“Oh, Rivik went, of course. She always goes. She’s damned perfect.”
Aiden’s jealousy of the other surfer flared. Aiden *would* have to be pregnant and therefore landlocked when a boarder from their house got a sponsorship and started doing well. “Nobody else went?”
“Nope. Stayed home and watched TV, ate and surfed. And while I’m at breaking bad news, we’re out of groceries.”
Adelio swore. He swore loudly and vemently, his back to his sister. He turned again when he had calmed and the air had become less blue.
Aiden stood, patient. “What are you going to do?”
“Well, I can’t kick them *all* out. They’ll just have to put in four days instead of two this week, won’t they? The rules are not hard to follow. We need the money that they earn to keep their butts in luxury. Meanwhile, what am I going to do for grocery money?” he ranted at himself.
“Don’t get all upset yet, Adelio. Verango wants his rent. Tonight.”
Adelio swore again, spat into the sand and covered it with a sweeping kick. He whirled on her. “Didn’t you pay it last month?”
“Yes, but there was a seventy percent deficit. Anna didn’t pay, Ryan hoarded his paycheck, and Steven ran off so he wouldn’t have to.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you knew.”
“So you came to me because you don’t know how to solve this mess?”
“You’re smarter than I am.”
“Bullshit, Aiden.”
“Your problem now, Adelio.” She walked off.
Adelio stared in shock a moment. The problem was all his. Great. Verango would throw him out if he didn’t pay. Unless...Adelio preferred giving sexual favors voluntarily, not for rent. But he gave a pretty good blow, and if Verango would accept such payment...maybe he could get one bill paid. Adelio scooped up his board and padded barefoot to his car.
Time to pay the fiddler, he thought, in reference to his housemates. Starting the engine, he considered various punishments for the residents of the two-story dilapidated beachfront on Eleventh Avenue with pleasure.
Author: (anubeta@lycos.com)
Type: Original Slash
Disclaimer: It’s mine. You take it, I’ll sue you.
Summary: Life’s not always what you’d expect it to be.
Chapter: 1 of 6
Beta: Anand
---------------
Adelio sat on his board and watched the sea, riding the low waves that didn’t bother to crest. He’d been out for an hour or so, and was starting to get hungry. Likewise, his skin had begun to complain from the sustained assault of the sun.
The set Adelio was waiting for was hiding, and soon it would be sunset and he’d have to go in. He absently scratched at his chest and kept his eyes on the breaker line where the big swells would start.
Nothing. Damn. He heard a faint noise over the suseagseagulls and water in his ears. Careful to stay on his board, Adelio turned. A small figure on the shore, one he could barely see over the cresting shallow breakers, let alone hear, waved at him and called his name faintly. Aiden.
With a last resentful look at the innocently flat ocean, Adelio lay down on his belly and began to row in for shore. The second break caught him from behind and he bodysurfed it in, spitting salt water away from his mouth. He hadn’t got managed to get any in, but spitting was always a good idea, washing his mouth out with a gulp of seawater to remove sand for good measure.
The first set was in about two feet of water, and Adelio felt too lazy to get his ass off the board and stand up, riding it in because he could. When his dangling hands brushed bottom, he shoved off and stood up. He picked up the board, and unstrapped the line from his ankle, catching it in his hand, as he didn’t fancy it dragging after him.
Aiden was sitting with her boyfriend on the beach when he strode up. Adelio didn’t like his little sister’s boyfriend. At seventeen, she was plenty old enough to pick and choose her companions, but her choice in Ehren Rolf was beyond his imagining. He wouldn’t have chosen the man. Ehren was close to eight years Aiden’s senior, yet he was devoted and gentle. Adelio still didn’t like him.
Mother had once said that all members of the Elden family were too independent for their own good sometimes. Adelio missed her. At twenty, he had always been independent, like she’d said. But Mother was nearly seven years gone now, and he and Aiden had done well enough as orphans. They’d both graduated, Aiden most recently - nearly three weeks ago, now. Both had part time jobs, and together ran a boarding house for other surfers in similar positions.
“What?” he asked, running his hand through his dripping hair.
Aiden looked up at him, her mouth screwed up tighter than her eyes in the bright sunset light. “I need to talk to you,” she said.
He considered retorting ‘well, talk then’ but thought better of it. He glared at Rolf. “Alone?” he asked.
She nodded, and awkwardly attempted to rise. He extended a damp, salty arm, and she managed to pull herself up. She stood there; hand on her full, rounded belly, blonde waves whipping in the wind. “The dunes?” she suggested. He nodded.
Once in the dunes, he stopped, and looked at her expectantly. She stopped shuffing though the sand. “Rivik brought in a new kid yesterday. I let him stay. He went to school this morning.”
“That’s good. He knows about the school rule, then?”
“And the work rule. I put him in the second upstairs room from the staircase.”
“You could have told me that on the beach.”
She glanced toward the beach. Rolf was staring at them. Adelio shuddered, and turned his back to him. “It’s creepy when he does that.” Aiden commented.
“*He’s* creepy.” Adelio emphasized, making spinning motions for her to get on with her report.
“Speaking of the work rule, nobody went in this week.”
“What the hell! Not even Rivik?”
“Oh, Rivik went, of course. She always goes. She’s damned perfect.”
Aiden’s jealousy of the other surfer flared. Aiden *would* have to be pregnant and therefore landlocked when a boarder from their house got a sponsorship and started doing well. “Nobody else went?”
“Nope. Stayed home and watched TV, ate and surfed. And while I’m at breaking bad news, we’re out of groceries.”
Adelio swore. He swore loudly and vemently, his back to his sister. He turned again when he had calmed and the air had become less blue.
Aiden stood, patient. “What are you going to do?”
“Well, I can’t kick them *all* out. They’ll just have to put in four days instead of two this week, won’t they? The rules are not hard to follow. We need the money that they earn to keep their butts in luxury. Meanwhile, what am I going to do for grocery money?” he ranted at himself.
“Don’t get all upset yet, Adelio. Verango wants his rent. Tonight.”
Adelio swore again, spat into the sand and covered it with a sweeping kick. He whirled on her. “Didn’t you pay it last month?”
“Yes, but there was a seventy percent deficit. Anna didn’t pay, Ryan hoarded his paycheck, and Steven ran off so he wouldn’t have to.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you knew.”
“So you came to me because you don’t know how to solve this mess?”
“You’re smarter than I am.”
“Bullshit, Aiden.”
“Your problem now, Adelio.” She walked off.
Adelio stared in shock a moment. The problem was all his. Great. Verango would throw him out if he didn’t pay. Unless...Adelio preferred giving sexual favors voluntarily, not for rent. But he gave a pretty good blow, and if Verango would accept such payment...maybe he could get one bill paid. Adelio scooped up his board and padded barefoot to his car.
Time to pay the fiddler, he thought, in reference to his housemates. Starting the engine, he considered various punishments for the residents of the two-story dilapidated beachfront on Eleventh Avenue with pleasure.