Beach House -

I felt like writing a cute little story. I hope you enjoy it.

This is a fictional story. All the names, places, and situations have been made up.

No characters are under the age of eighteen (18).

Comments and Rating always Welcome!

Greg is in the garage working on his truck, when a friend of his brother, pulls into the driveway.

When Greg sees Morgan get out of the car, he gets out from under the hood of his car. "Hey, Morgan."

The boy gives a little wave, walks into the garage, and up to Greg. "Hi. Is Jarod still here, or has he already gone to his moms?"

Greg puts the wrench he's using on a rolling cart, next to the truck. "Sorry, He's already left." He could never understand how, out of all the guys his brother had dated, Morgan wasn't one of them. He liked Morgan, he was a nice kid, despite being exhaustive at times, and probably considered really cute, if you're into guys.

Morgan is eighteen, 5'8", thin, with straight black hair past his shoulders. He's wearing a red button up shirt, with all but two buttons undone, denim hip hugger shorts, and black ankle high sneakers with green laces. He picks up a spark plug and wrench off the cart, trying to get the too small wrench to fit the spark plug. "I think some of my stuff is still in his room, can I go see?"

Greg takes the spark plug and wrench from Morgan, and puts them back on the cart. "Sure." He opens the door and yells inside. "MOM...MORGAN'S HERE! HE NEEDS TO LOOK FOR SOME THINGS HE MIGHT HAVE LEFT IN JARODS ROOM!"

His mom yells back. "SEND HIM IN!"

Greg motions Morgan inside. "There you go. Take your time, make sure you get everything."

Morgan smiles at Greg when he walks past him. "I will."

Greg was back under the hood of his truck when his mom opens the door, letting Morgan back into the garage, with a small box of his things he'd found.

Morgan looks over his shoulder at Gregs mom. "Thanks, again."

His mom smiles. "Any time. If you think there's anything else you might have left behind, let me know." She turns to Greg. "Hey sweetie, your father and I were wondering, when are you leaving for the beach?"

Grag thinks about it for a minute. "I was thinking real early Saturday, try to beat the traffic."

She waves at Morgan, and closes the door.

Morgan puts the box in his car, and goes stand next to where Greg is leaning over the fender of his truck. "Going to the beach?" Morgan picks up a screwdriver that's sitting on the air cleaner, and starts looking for a screw it fits. "You're so lucky."

From under the hood of the hood, Greg. "Not that lucky, it's a working vacation."

He manages to find a screw on the engine that the screwdriver fits. "How so?"

Greg quickly takes the screwdriver from Morgan, and puts it back on the cart. "Do you have to touch everything?"

Morgan shrugs. "It was just sitting there."

Greg leans against his truck. "One of my uncles passed away and left my dad his beach house." He shakes his head. "It needs work." He picks up a part from the cart, looks at it, then puts it back. "The plan is, once it's in good enough shape, my folks will sell it."

Morgan picks up a random part from the cart and hands it to Greg. "So, you'll still be at the beach."

Greg takes the part, knowing immediately it's not the part he's looking for, and puts it back on the cart. "I don't think I'll have much time for fun. I'll be working on the house, working full time at a dealership that my boss owns down there, and scheduling work with contractors." He picks up the part he needs, and leans back under the hood. "Still sound fun?"

Morgan crosses his ankles. "Maybe you just need someone to help you. Someone to take care of the house, and run errands, so you can get everything else done."

Greg glances at Morgan. "Got someone in mind?"

Morgan looks at the floor. "I'd do it."

Greg shakes his head. "I'm sure you had other plans for the summer."

Morgan shrugs. "No, I don't. My parents said I could take the summer off, before looking for a job, and my dad would love the idea of me helping you do..." He makes air quotes. "...guy stuff." He holds his arms straight out from his sides. "Besides, I don't mind taking care of a house, I can be there with contractors when you're at work." He picks the screw driver back up. "And I can cook."

Greg laughs, and takes the screwdriver away from him. "I'll think about it." He puts the screwdriver on the cart.

Morgan walks back to his car. "No, you won't." He gets into his car, backs out of the driveway, and takes off down the street.

That evening at dinner Greg and his folks are talking about the house at the beach, when he brings up his discussion with Morgan. He lets out a little laugh. "Can you believe Morgan suggested coming down to the beach with me. He went on about how he could take care of the house, deal with contractors when I'm working, and, get this, he can cook." He puts his fork on his empty plate. "I didn't want to hurt his feelings, so I said I'd think about it."

His mom looks at his dad. "That really isn't a bad idea."

Greg looks at his mom. "What!"

His dad puts his fork on his plate. "Greg's twenty, almost twenty one, it's his decision."

She looks at her husband, then at Greg, leaning forward, putting her elbows on the table. "Ok, let's play this out. Are you going to take off work when contractors need to be working in the house, especially if it takes more than one day?" She pauses, letting him think about that. "And what about food? Without making meals at home, it's going to get really expensive going to restaurants all the time." She leans back in her chair. "And wouldn't it be nice to have someone running errands while you're at work, instead of having to do them after a day of work, when you're tired?"

Greg pushes his plate away. "You've got to be kidding!"

His dad takes a sip of his coffee. "Like I said, you're old enough to make your own decision, but I strongly suggest you listen to your mother."

That night it takes a while for Greg to get to sleep, his mind running through the pros and cons of Morgan being at the beach. He finally decides that the pros far exceed the cons. He rolls over, and having made his decision, goes to sleep.

In the morning he's finishing the repair to his truck, when he sees Morgan come out of his house, and sit in a rocking chair on the porch.

He puts the screwdriver he's using down on the cart, wipes his hand on a rag, and goes across the street to talk to Morgan.

He leans against the stair railing. "Hi Morgan."

Morgan stands and leans against the railing at the top of the stairs. "Hi." He gives the railing a little kick. "Have you thought about me going with you to the beach?" He's wearing a pink t-shirt, black swim trunks, and flip flops.

Greg points at him and smiles. "Looks like you're already for the beach."

Morgan puts both hands on the column that's holds up the roof, and leans back. "I'm going to the pool with Jenny, Cliff, and Carl. They're picking me up."

Suddenly, and for no reason, Greg feels a little anxious. "So, kind of a double date?"

Morgan just stares at him.

He quickly adds. "I mean...I know Jenny and Cliff are a thing. I was just thinking, with Carl going...you might be more going with him."

Morgan continues to stare at him, swaying back and forth while holding onto the column..

Greg starts feeling the blood rushing to his face. "Not that it's any of my business. I was just wondering, you know."

Morgan leans against the column, and as usual, his expression never changing, making him hard to read. "You made a decision about me going to the beach?"

Greg nods. "Um...yeah. I was hoping I could take you up on your offer. I could really use the help."

Morgan walks down the stairs, stopping on the bottom step, in front of Greg. "What time do you want to leave?"

Until now, Greg had never noticed how green Morgans eyes are. He clears is throat. "Saturday morning, five o'clock."

Morgan goes up the stairs. "Don't go anywhere." He goes inside the house, and a couple seconds later comes back out and down the stairs with a marker. He takes Gregs hand, and writes on his palm. "Here's my cell phone number. Text me later, so I have your number." He puts the top back on the marker.

Greg looks at his hand. "I will." He looks at Morgan for a moment, realizing he never got an answer about the 'double date', but turns to go back to his garage.

After taking a couple steps, Morgan calls to him. "Greg?"

He turns to look at Morgan. "Yeah?"

Morgan gets a big smile. "Not that it's any of your business, but since you were just wondering..." He starts up the stairs, looking over his shoulder. "...I'm not dating anyone."

Greg nods. "Cool."

Greg watches Morgan go into the house, then continues the walk to his garage, talking to himself. "'Cool'. I said 'Cool'? What the hell. He might think I care." He shakes his head. "Which I don't."