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The sun was slowly setting on the group's first day at the beach, and Noah couldn't help but feel melancholic. Maybe it was the beer talking, but it was slowly dawning on him that he was running out of sunsets with these guys. How many more would he get before they all went out and... [i]did [/i]things? Before they left his sorry ass behind? 

Noah took a swig of his beer, lukewarm since a while ago, and decided not to think about it. He hadn't come all the way out here to be a bitch and sulk. Yeah, the beach wasn't exactly his kind of scene, so it's not like he was ever going to be at the height of happiness out here, but it sure beat sitting at home alone. Besides, Conner's excitement was pretty contagious, he had to admit. Noah had even tried surfing earlier, at the dude's insistence. He'd sucked, big time, but honestly, it'd been kinda... fun. 

Conner was setting up the tents now, shouting something about a bonfire. Gray volunteered and offered help with the tents as well, the damn overachiever. 

Noah crumpled the empty can with an audible crunch and tossed it into the sand.

[color=#723425]"I got it,"[/color] he drawled, pushing himself to stand with far more effort than it should've taken. He was tired, unable to remember the last time he got a good night's sleep in. But how fucking lame would it be to go sleep early on a trip like this? Screw the stars or whatever, this could very well be the last weekend out with the boys. He wasn't going to quit on them just cause his body couldn't keep up. His relationship with these five assholes was the one thing he refused to fuck up. 

So, ignoring his exhaustion, Noah made his way over to their bags. His own was easy to identify, brimming with beer he wasn't supposed to have, with barely enough room left for other essentials. He wasn't sure who brought the tents, and didn't rummage around long enough to identify the other belongings. It was probably one of the responsible ones, Eli or Gray. 

Noah walked up to where Conner was setting up the first tent and started work on another in silence, save for a few assorted curse words whenever the fabric threatened to slip from him. Hopefully the poles would hold in the sand; he hadn't set this shit up on a beach before. [color=#723425]"Think it's gonna get windy?"[/color] he called out to no one in particular, knowing [i]someone [/i]must've checked the forecast. 

... Wow, damn, their last camping trip, and here he was talking about the [i]weather. [/i]He really had to wake up. Without averting his eyes from his work, Noah extended a hand into the fresh evening air and groaned. [color=#723425]"Toss me another can. And help your damn selves too, I wasn't planning on getting shitfaced alone."[/color]
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