Title:           Week2 - GreentextSavant
Author:          AlexanderGrey
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First Edit:      Saturday 2nd of April 2016 11:09:03 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Last edit on: Monday 20th of March 2017 06:33:06 PM CDT

FUN IN THE SUN 1
Warning: ULTRA Porn Logic.
 
>Here you are at the nude beach, finally away from all of the school drama.
>It’s so freaking nice here.
>And you can barely hear the fireworks going off in the distance.
>Right as you’re about to drift asleep, you hear soft footsteps approaching you in th sand.
>”Hi, Alan.” Twilight’s voice sounds. “Hey, um… I’ve been looking through this itinerary of the city, and I’m not sure about something.”
“About what?”
>”I can’t see whether or not this is a nude beach. Do you know, Alan? I want to make sure I’m not doing anything against the beach rules.”
>The problem is, this isn’t actually a nude beach. But Twilight doesn’t know this.
>And there’s no one else around.
“Well…” You start off. “Why do you even want to know whether or not this is a nude beach?”
>”Why are you asking that?” Twilight says to you. “I did say that I don’t want to do anything against the beach rules. That does kind of imply what my intentions are.”
>It’s true… dumb question.
>”I just don’t want to get in trouble. Which is why I chose such a secluded spot… just in case. Though, I really didn’t see you here at first.”
>Well that kinda stings to hear.
>Not only this, but Twilight can tell from your reaction to what she said. You must have done something with your eyes.
>”Oh… uh. Sorry. It’s not like I dislike you or anything. I’m just… I just like to follow the culture of places like these, but I’m still not comfortable being publicly… you know…” She trails off.
>You begin to think about her sitting naked in front of you, already sneaking brief glances at her below the shoulders whenever she looks away to search for any other people present at this time.
>What you imagine in your mind is only brought to its knees in hunger. You’ve never pictured Twilight to look like this under her usual shirt and pants. It’s like her cleavage is something that hadn’t existed until you saw it.
>You’ve even rarely thought about it, usually distracted with thoughts about girls other than Twilight.
>But it comes to a consensus in your mind that you want to see what’s under that purple swimsuit… now that the opportunity has been waved in front of you.
“Last I saw, this was a nude beach.” You instinctively answer with no prior information.
>”You sure? I didn’t see any signs on the way over here.”
“Maybe you just entered somewhere where there weren’t any signs.” All you can think about is Twilight’s bikini slipping off.
>”I’m sure the signs are put up frequently enough for anyone coming to the beach to notice. You know… those “clothing optional” signs.”
>Twilight sits in the chair next to yours, lying her body right there beside you. The slight folds and creases in her thin purple swimsuit tease you as they closely cover what’s underneath.
>You try not to make it obvious that you’re looking. You know how smart Twilight is.
>She can be able to tell what you’re doing if you make the slightest mistake.
“Well I’m pretty sure this is a nude beach. I remember it being one before, which uh…”
>”Which what?” Twilight leans to her side to face you, pressing her supple breasts together under that fabric.
>You’re almost certain that she’s teasing you at this point.
“I’m going to be honest here…” You play the good and honest guy. “The main reason I came here at first was because of the fact that it was a nude beach.”
>Twilight nods her head in understanding, to at least some extent. At least she’s listening to you.
>”Um…” She then says.
“But I stay here now because it’s really nice.”
>”It’s okay. I can see that. I mean, I can’t really blame you for being a boy.”
>Twilight goes back to lying on her back. Her abdomen looks even better at this angle, facing directly towards the sun. This would have given you a boner if you didn’t have one already.
>It came to you when you learned about Twilight’s willingness to be naked out on this beach.
“So… what are you going to do?” You ask, keeping your legs crossed so she can’t see.
>”Uh… well I don’t have any sure way of knowing if this beach is a nude one.” Twilight repeats her dilemma. “And so far. I’ve seen one other person here, and he’s not exactly naked. So that’s pretty much all I need to know, since I didn’t see any signs.”
>You cross your legs even more tightly.
>”Sorry, Alan.” It’s almost as though she knew that you subtly wanted to see her naked. “Though, there is one way to prove it for me.”
>This time, you perk up in a different way.
“Hmm?”
>”If this were a nude beach, then I’m pretty sure you’d be cool with taking your swimsuit off too. Just a thought.” She looks down to your crossed legs.
>She knows, doesn’t she?
>”I’m sure you’d be really casual about it.”
>You begin to shiver.
“Uhh….. well, I….”
>”It’s okay if you’re nervous or anything. I just don’t feel like getting back up, that’s all. If you’d rather for me to just go find a sign somewhere, then we can just do that.”
>If she goes to look for a sign, you’re fairly certain that she’s not going to find one. It’s a must that you need to keep her under the impression that this is a nude beach. You’ve already gotten so close to this, why would you allow it to fall apart now?
“Uh… well, I just didn’t really think much about taking off my clothes or anything like that.” You explain. “Like, I’m kinda okay with being naked here, since it’s a nude beach and all.”
>Twilight keeps looking back down at your crossed legs. It’s already clear what her agenda is.
>”Look, it’s still your choice and all. I’m just the kind of girl that would like absolute proof of things when she’s in an uncertain situation.”
>Twilight begins to twiddle her thumbs, but she still doesn’t seem nervous at all.
“Don’t worry. It’s not weird or anything. I totally understand.” Your voice is practically humdrum and monotone.
>You can hardly focus on anything decent to say… this girl’s smooth skin is too distracting. You actually have to hold your hand back to prevent yourself from possibly making an attempt to reach out to her.
>”Well? Are you gonna do it?” She asks, blushing just enough for you to notice.
“Y-yeah…” You try to pretend that you’re clueless.
>But it’s probably already out there that you’re not clueless. Twilight knows you like what you see. Why she agreed to show you more (under certain circumstances) is beyond anything you can imagine.
>She did say that she enjoys to follow the culture of this place… or whatever it was she said. Your brain spins too much for you to be able to recall any of what she said before.
>”Alan?”
“Huh?”
>”You’re… not doing anything.”
>You really hope that she can’t see you shivering. Why is this such a hard task for you? All you’re doing is taking your clothes off in front of a hot girl.
>”Alan…”
>Twilight stays on her side, subtly moving the surface of her skin around under the swimsuit with every little shift she does. A soft squeak comes from the rubber surface of the chair’s seat… after her skin slides across it less than an inch.
>That bikini hugging her hips… it’s just firmly holding on to them. You’re 100% sure that Twilight saw you looking this time; you refused to point your eyes away as her eyes focused on you.
>For a second, you begin to try to come up for an excuse to say ‘ladies first’. But you can’t come off as anything much different that either a jerk or a pervert if you choose that path. You hadn’t even realized that you had been sitting here thinking this entire time.
>And your boner has no plans of going away; it’s even becoming as solid as it possibly can. What if Twilight can see this happening in your facial expressions?
>”Alan, just take off your bathing suit already. This is a nude beach isn’t it?” Twilight tells you before letting out a sigh.
>She pauses for a second as you consider whatever it is you’re about to do. Why is this even a tough decision for you? This girl’s going to get naked for you if you do this, Alan! And she already probably knows of what’s going on down there anyway.
>You don’t even know what it is keeping you from moving your hands down to your waist. The soft breeze blowing by moves you more than you yourself do. Is this… fear of her judging you or something?
>Forget it.
>Stop running this thing around in circles and just do the thing already. There is no reason to be nervous.
>Talk about easier said than done.
>”Alright, look…” She begins.
>Or maybe just wait and listen to what she has to say first.
>Yup, you’re actually stalling in this.
>”The thing is… I just don’t want to feel alone in this if I’m not sure if I’m supposed to do this. I’m not saying anything like the ‘if I get caught, you get caught with me’ type of deal. It’s not that at all.”
>Wait… is that really what she thinks this is about?
>”I just want to make sure that you’re certain about this too.” She’s now looking you directly in the eyes.
“W-well, I- okay…” You move your hands to your waist for the first time in a billion years.
>You keep them there, wondering why it’s so difficult to do this in front of her.
>What the hell is going on? This went so much more smoothly in your head; all you imagined yourself doing was pulling down your swimming trunks, letting your boner pop out and…
>There’s no plan after the point she sees this happen. You don’t know how she’s going to react to this.
>But still, you ARE the one who started this. Don’t stop now… all it did was backfire on you.
>”Alan, you don’t need to keep your legs crossed like that.” Twilight points out as you actually manage to get the wast band past your hips.
>In one gradual motion, you tilt yourself so you are completely on your back and your legs rest flat on the chair. You can’t help but feel brave as you keep your gaze right on Twilight’s face as this happens. But this is only because you’re extremely anxious about what face she’s going to make at this.
>”Alan, if this is a nude beach, then why are you so….” She starts talking to you. “So… hesitant to do this? Didn’t you- oh.”
>A part of you believes that she’s not actually surprised. And another part of you is sticking right up into the front of your bathing suit from underneath.
>She’s probably just pretending not to have known before, to be nice. But you could very easily just be making this up to yourself in your head.
>”Alan… it’s okay.” These are the only further words she says.
>You look back at the girl with what you know is some sort of puppy dog face, and she just repeats pretty much the same words to you with a smile.
>”It’s okay.” The second time she said those two words felt like the hundredth. “Just ignore that… okay?”
>And only now does she sound awkward. This somehow makes you feel more eye-to-eye with her, which doesn’t surprise you.
“Well what did you expect to happen? Couldn’t you tell?” You suppress as many questions as you can, letting two slip past.
>”Sorry! I was kinda thinking that, but I didn’t know that was actually… going on…”
>Her words are not helping this thing go down.
“I-I…” You try to speak again to somehow keep this rolling and somehow escape its uncomfortable state.
>”Alright alright alright… just… you don’t have to take them off if you don’t want to.” Twilight tells you as she looks back forward at the ocean ahead. “Just… uh… ah fuck.”
“No, it’s not your fault.”
>”Oh, I’m not saying that or anything. It’s just… this kinda came in fro left field. Well, kinda.”
“Well why didn’t you say anything earlier?”
>”I didn’t know for sure!”
“You could’ve asked! Like… didn’t you ask me ab-about the… beach? And… stuff?” Your clumsily brought across point sails on stuttering words.
>It’s now when you realize that this could be the surest sign that she knew and just wanted to see it. In a way, it’s a good thing you hesitated; she couldn’t deny that she saw it once she saw your tent.
>”I’m sorry…” Twilight apologizes.
“Oh, don’t apologize. Nothing’s your fault, this was… like… what’s the word?”
>”Unavoidable?” She sounds like it was hard for her to get that answer out.
>You hesitate for a second and try to think of any other word that might be better. Nothing comes to mind except for Twilight’s body.
>Fucking god damn it.
“Y-yeah…” Your hands are already covering your tent out of “politeness”.
>”Do… do you just want me to go first?”
>Your hands can no longer hold down this upward force. No, literally… it actually shoots past your fingers right after she says this because you let your guard down.
>And she saw this as clear as day.
>The longest silence occurs, before Twilight finally sighs loudly and speaks up.
>”Damn it… alright, come here.” She leans forward and gets out of her chair.
>The back of the bottom part of her bikini slipped down just enough for you to spot the top of her ass.
>What makes you briefly draw close to laughter is the fact that she actually pulls it back up, as though she’s not about to get naked in front of you.
>You completely forget about this when she approaches the chair you’re sitting on and gestures for you to scoot over. But you actually immediately obey, too absent-minded to take any other action other than what Twilight suggests to you.
>Whatever, this has dragged on long enough.
>”Okay, Alan.” Twilight speaks a lot more quietly now that she’s closer to you.
>She plants her body right next to yours and bumps her hips against you.
>”Listen to me very closely. This is only between you and me.” What she’s saying sends electrifying shocks of eagerness through you. “And I feel like that we…”
>She stops and looks down, forgetting whatever it was she was about to say.
“What are you doing?”
>”I’m going to ask this once. Do you want to go first, or do you want me to go first?” She reaches her hands closer to your waist.
>It’s pretty much all out in the open now.
“Not that I’m complaining, but… why are you sitt-”
>”Shh. You first or me first?”
>Twilight’s hand lands on top of your abdomen, and she slides it down.
“…Y… you know what? Fuck it.” You throw all of your caution into the wind, beat Twilight’s hand to your swimsuit with your hands and pull them down.
>She’s gotten this close, so you really don’t think it’ll be easy to drive her away.
>She doesn’t change her facial expression as your dick flings out into the open. But she for some reason does by the time you kick your swimsuit down to your heels and eventually to the sand in front fo the chair.
“There.” You’re visibly shaking now.
>But you look over to find Twilight shaking just a little bit less than you are.
>”Wow… okay.” Twilight takes a glance back tot he trees behind the two of you. “Didn’t expect you to do it yourself.”
“So… now you?” You suddenly tell her.
>Twilight gets red in the face. She looks down to herself and then back up to your eyes, which are stationed exactly where her eyes just left.
>Once you regain eye contact, it’s already too late. You were literally just right in front of her and staring right at that chest.
>”Oh…” She utters. “Uh…”
“Hey, you’re the one… who… I-I just can’t help it, okay?” You can’t even decide which sentence to say first.
>The stalling officially ends with Twilight putting one arm around you. She’s shaking just as much as you are.
>”Whatever…” She says as she reaches up to her shoulder and slips the bikini strap off of it.
>It doesn’t hold for long as Twilight keeps pulling it. Her nipples are brought out from under the fabric. You don’t do anything yourself as Twilight pulls the waistline of the other part of her bikini down.
>Watch her limber body slowly become uncovered.
>But what she does next shocks you.
>Twilight scoots closer to you and pulls you into a hug. Both of you stop shaking and let there be no other sounds than the crashing waves.
>”So… there we go.” Twilight starts to sound a lot more calm.
“Wh… why are we still sitting together?”
>”I dunno. You… wanna move now?”
>This is easily the dumbest situation you’ve ever been in so far in your life.
>”Uh, Alan.” Twilight repeats herself. “I said you wanna move?”
“But… you were sitting in the other chair.”
>Twilight widens her eyes and stares forward at the crashing waves.
“Like… I was here first.” You strike up the conversation, trying to put her in the spotlight so you feel less nervous somehow. “But you don’t have to get up if you don’t want to.”
>”Uhh… okay. Well it’s not like we had to wear clothes in Equestria anyway.” Twilight tells you. “ It’s not like I’m not used to this, it’s just that I’m not used to doing it in this body.”
>Your boner would have gone up more if it weren’t already at full mast.
>What the hell just happened to this moment? First, you were all into this, and now you’re implying that she can get up and leave.
>This situation just keeps getting more and more awkward. Twilight starts to look at you more and more often.
>”But this is pretty cool.” Twilight then takes a deep breath as the wind picks up.
>The chill from the wind feels amazing on some parts of you, and horrifying on other parts. Which leads to half of you coming to the conclusion that taking your swimming trunks off was a pretty bad idea.
>You try to talk to ignore the feeling.
“You wanna like… kinda cuddle or something?”
>”Alan!”
“It was a joke!” You just remember that you need to actually think about what you’re going to say before it comes out of your mouth. “I just said that because… we’re in the same chair and everything.”
>Twilight starts to giggle, which somewhat reassures you.
>”Well… I didn’t exactly mean that in a bad way…” She tells you. “It’s just… you kinda rushed there.”
>Furrow your brow as the air becomes warmer due the the wind dying down once more.
“Wait… do you mean…” You’re almost too afraid to look over to her.
>”Well what did you think was gonna happen? I just came over here to talk to you and not do anything else?” Twilight scoots even closer.
>Her amorousness can literally be felt radiating from her now. You start to shake again, but Twilight wraps her arm around you and brings you into an embrace. And you stop shaking once more.
>”Alan…” Twilight whispers as you feel her hand moving… downward.
>You wait patiently.
>…
>In the trees behind the beach, a young man searches the ground. He’s need a metal detector to find it if he hadn’t buried it so sloppily. All he has to do is look for a mound of dirt.
>Too bad there are so many bushes and other shrubbery covering the ground.
>Distracted from his exploration, he hears people talking in the direction of the waves. It sounds like there are two of them; one is a guy and one is a girl.
>He heads in the direction of the voices.
>”It was a joke!” The male voice says. “I just aid that because…we’re in the same chair and everything.”
>”Well… I didn’t exactly mean that in a bad way…” The female voice replies after a giggle. “It’s just… you kinda rushed there.”
>The young man takes a detour from his hunt and notices that these two people are sitting in the same chair, naked. He narrows his eyes in imminent annoyance.
>He thought he could be completely sure this wouldn’t happen.
>The young man has to lighten his footfalls as the wind dies down if he doesn’t want to be heard. But he just keeps walking, not caring in the slightest bit.
“Wait… do you mean…” The guy next to the purple girl somehow doesn’t hear the approaching footsteps.
>Literally neither of them can hear this man approaching, while they really should. Perhaps they’re just too caught up in their little moment to take notice of anything except for eachother.
>Pity, because this young man is about to change that.
>”Hey!” The scavenger shouts in a deep voice, startling the two. “What are you two doing? You have to wear clothes here!”
>An awkward pause goes by as the two in the chair exchange glances.
>Now shocked, the purple loudly gasps and springs up from her seat. “Alan! What the fuck! How could you?”
>”I…I-I…” The guy named Alan stutters.
>She slaps Alan across the face before he can utter another word. The girl then picks up her bathing suit, puts it back on and walks away from the chair.
>”Sorry.” She apologizes to the scavenger with a bright red face as she passes him.
>Alan slips back into his swimming trunks with a look of distress on his face. The scavenger approaches him with clenched fists, but does not raise them.
>”D-dude… we were just…” Alan tries to think of an excuse, huddling forward like a gorilla for obvious reasons.
>”This is a public beach.” The deep voiced man explains.
>Defeated, Alan lets out a forlorn sigh. “Well… then if… uh, I… oh god damn it.” He takes off running while he keeps his back hunched. “Twilight, wait! I didn’t know either!”
>Alan disappears into the trees as the scavenger silently laughs to himself. After he is sure that the two from the chair are completely gone, he heads back into the trees.
>”This is our conference room.” He calls back to the beach behind him. No one is there to hear him.
>The man then remembers exactly where he should have been looking all this time. He follows a specific path in the cluster of trees and eventually ends up in a deserted oasis. The middle pond is small, and has a couple of rocks on one side.
>He stands next to the rocks and heads directly away from the pond from there. And sure enough, there’s the mound of dirt he knows he’s the one who made.
>The leaf covered sand crunches under his feet as he approaches the mound and begins to dig a little crevice into its side. So far, it doesn’t look like the wind blew much of the top of the soil off; a good omen that his secret is safe.
>The scavenger finally reached a hard, smooth and flat surface. He starts to further uncover what he reached until it’s easy to see the letters. He just wants to read one of the signs again, out of pure giddiness regarding his ruse.
>[Clothing Optional] The partially exposed sign reads as the scavenger holds the dirt away from covering it up. He laughs to himself quietly as he mentally recites what the sign says after checking on the mound of dirt for the third time this week.
>He re-covers the sign and then adds more dirt to the mound, just in case. Don’t want anyone finding this.
>The guy then heads back to the beach where the line of chairs still sits. He chooses the one on the far right end, opposite of where the other two were sitting before.
>”This is our conference room.” He leans back and pulls a plastic jug of chocolate milk out of his backpack, unscrews the lid and starts sipping it through a silly straw.
>He drowns out the world from his perspective after pulling out a pair of headphones next.
Le end.
 
 
FriENDship
>The same process of wrapping the bungee cords around the door handles is repeated. This time, there are more people to watch the episode go down.
>A few more minutes of collaborative planning occurs, including recalling where everyone’s cars are parked in the school’s parking lot. It is soon decided who would be riding with whom.
>The doors are unlocked, and the clicking sound resounds through the gym before the banging on the doors intensifies. They slightly open, only held mostly closed by the bungee cords in the middle. Sunset stands in the corner, keeping her back turned to the action as the repetitive blows to the zombies’ heads continue to be inflicted.
>She keeps her tears within her, as well as her words from before.
>Applejack has a good reason to keep the number of people staying at the barn a low one. One of the last things Sunset wants is to compromise her safe situation, but another one of the last things she wants is to keep her other friends from knowing about Applejack being in a presumably safe environment.
>It all depends on which option is further down the list of last things the girl wants… and she cannot bring herself to decide.
>The few people with weapons are no longer seeing any people they think would have been nearby in town as they kill more of them. No, most of these came from somewhere outside of town, which would probably mean the city with the high number of them that keep coming.
>Fluttershy’s phone is the last one to finish charging, right as Rainbow Dash delivers the finishing blows unto the eleventh zombie that tries to burst through the doors.
>Mostly all of the people defending the doors begin to grow tired, and leave the majority of the slaying to Bulk Biceps. The man really doesn’t tire out very easily; he continues to strike them down one by one as they slip through the crease between the doors.
>After a couple more minutes, Bulk decides to close the doors and assess the situation with the others. The idea of checking the other set of doors is put out there, in order to see which exit will be the better and safer one to leave.
>The exit where the bungee cord method was first used leads to a hallway where an exit to outside is just a few feet down.
>With this knowledge, everyone agrees to the idea that the said exit is to be used for an escape. But the door stays sealed shut until everyone can have some certainty that the hallways are clear enough to proceed through with safety.
>Sunset knows that Applejack’s place is probably one of the safest places to go. And there really isn’t much of a reason for her not to tell her friends that there is a safe zone out there once everyone is in their cars and driving around through the danger.
>Why isn’t Applejack allowed to trust her friends in this situation?
>Still outside the door, the zombies continuously push, just as hard as before. It’s as though the were replaced by more or something. It is at this point when Bulk orders Rarity and Mystery Mint to come back down to ground level.
>But they still want to hold their position of presumed safety.
>”We’re going to be leaving soon anyway!” Bulk tries to convince them. “And we can get to our cars right away if the two of you were already down here!”
>Rarity leans over the edge to yell down. “I said we can come down once you’re done clearing the hallways. I just don’t want to take any chances. I promised Sweetie Belle I’d see her again.”
>”And you will! It’s completely safe down here now. Can’t you see that? If it weren’t, we’d either be getting attacked or we’d still be up there with you!”
>”This is not up for discussion.” Celestia tells them. “You need to come down here so our escape has more mobility.”
>”Exactly.” Bulk agrees. “We’ll protect you, don’t worry.”
>Rarity and Mystery Mint shake nervously as they look down to the distant floor below. As they exchange glances, it becomes apparent the real reason why they won’t come down until they know they absolutely have to.
>The high up drop is intimidating them. And the others soon realize this.
>”We’ll catch you! Don’t worry!” Shouts Pinkie Pie. “You can even hang over the edge so it’s even easier.”
>”I-I don’t want to.” Argues Mystery Mint. “I just feel safer up here where none of them can reach me.”
>Rainbow Dash walks over as the bungee cords hold the barraged doors shut.
>”Oh come on! It’s not like they’d even get to you if you were on the floor! They’d have to go through all of us first.” She gripes and looks around for something to help catch the girls if they jump.
>Just the thought of that apparently only puts more bad thoughts into Rarity’s head. She imagines the zombies doing just that, going through the rest of the group after the doors miraculously break and going for her next. She scoots back into her previous seat and crosses her arms.
>”I’d rather stay up here. I don’t understand why you can’t level with me on that in a time like this.”
>”This is about survival, Rarity!” Dash still disagrees.
>”Yes! It is! And I feel like I’m more likely to survive if I’m somewhere up high and out of their reach! It’s not like I plan to stay up here forever! Once you all start actually leaving then… then I’ll try and come down.”
>Dash rolls her eyes.
>”Are you kidding me?” Pinkie questions her. “It’s not even that big of a jump!”
>”There are some wrestling mats in the other utility closet across the hall.” Bulk brings up. “If you two don’t feel comfortable jumping straight to the floor, then you can just land on those instead.”
>”But we have to leave the gym to get those. And there’s like… a million of those things out there now.”
>The gym teacher turns towards the bungee doors and gestures his hands towards them. “Well that’s why we’re doing this! So there’s less of them once we go out there!”
>”Why do you have to be so chicken to just come down already!” Pinkie calls up to them. “Why now? Why during a time like this?”
>”I don’t like heights, darling. Okay?”
>The argument continues for a few more minutes as Sunset thinks harder and harder about Applejack. The girl’s plan now is to tell the others about Applejack being somewhere safe, but include that her family told her not to tell anyone about the fact of that matter.
>She might as well be straightforward and upfront to these people. They don’t have to blame her for the decision she had to make if she tells them about it.
>But she waits until it’s relevant; when everyone is actually leaving for their cars. Not when they’re busy talking about all of this.
>”We’ll come down once you’re done with your… killing spree and all that.” Mystery Mint concludes, not willing to leave her spot.
>Rarity continues to stay in contact with Sweetie Belle, who now tells about the police of the town constantly having to get back into action as the zombies keep coming. She does however assure her sister that she is safe where she is.
>”Alright, look.” Bulk Biceps begins. “The utility closet where the wrestling mate are is in the other hallway.” He points to the first door where they killed the zombies one at a time. “And it sounds like they’re all at the other door. Making all that commotion and stuff.”
>”Wait!” Rarity’s eyes fill with tears as she holds her phone in her hand. “I’ll come down! I’ll come down right now!”
>”You will?” Asks Rainbow Dash.
>”Sweetie Belle just texted me saying that she ’s safe at the police station! And I need to be there for her! Just please promise me you’ll catch me.”
>Bulk responds by holding his arms out to catch her. “Ready when you are!” He’s not wasting a second.
>Sandalwood, Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash join in to help. They all call up to the girl with promises that they’ll catch her.
>Rarity’s message about Sweetie Belle being safe provokes Sunset to reveal what she knows about Applejack’s position. She bites her lower lip in anxiety as Rarity cautiously lets herself fall off the edge of the top of the bleachers and into the arms of the people waiting below.
>”Alright. See?” Bulk now calls up to Mystery Mint. “It’s that easy! Now you go!”
>Everyone watches Mystery Mint slowly creep back to the edge of the top of the bleachers. Her hands shake uncontrollably as they grab onto the corner.
>It’s such a long way down.
>Just at this very moment, the loudest bang so far is emitted onto the current bungee doors. Everyone jumps in response to this… but that’s not the worst part of this.
>The screws holding the doors onto the frame through the hinges are starting to come loose. It’s just enough for some of the people to finally begin to notice. It looks like Rarity and Mystery Mint had a good reason to want to stay on top of the bleachers after all.
>”Okay, everybody back!” Luna points her gun while Bulk Biceps gets his broomsticks.
>The doors appear to be holding for now, but not as well as before. It’s enough to send Norman climbing back up the bleachers to join Mystery Mint in her apparent safe zone.
>Neither of them know what they’re going to do if the zombies flood the gym. As far as they’re concerned, they’re pretty much stuck up there until the military or something swoops in to save them.
>Pinkie Pie’s lower lip quivers as the girl holds back her tears of fear. Luna keeps her gun raised as Cadence unreasonably checks her empty gun once more for ammo.
>”I’m going into the locker room!” Proclaims Rarity as she heads in the direction of the girls’ locker room. “Let me know once we’re leaving.”
>Roseluck, Fluttershy and Trixie follow her. Indigo Zap keeps a metal baseball bat she found raised. Rainbow Dash now has one too, having looked even harder for something better to use.
>”Where did you get those?” Asks Sandalwood as Bulk Biceps walk up behind him with a large bag of baseball equipment.
>”I must have overlooked these before. They’ve always been so hard to spot in the corner under the blanket.” Bulk Biceps reveals. “It’s a good thing Indigo went back into the supply closet for me and found all this.”
>Of course, Bulk soon realizes that his broomsticks won’t be as effective as the baseball bats. The broomsticks are promptly replaced by one of the provided baseball bats.
>Trixie soon exits the girls’ locker room with the other’s still inside.
>Sunset steps forward to speak up about Applejack. She knows that now is the best time to do so.
>”Hey, everyone.” She brings up. “I have an announcement.”
>Sunset feels the awkwardness as she thinks up a way to tell them without letting it sound as though she had kept it a secret on purpose. But if Rarity can be upfront to her friends in a time of crisis and do whatever she can to be there for everyone, the so can Sunset.
>”What is it?” Rainbow Dash keeps an eye on the double doors which are still taking a beating a little too rough for comfort.
>”It’s about Applejack. She just texted me.”
>The crowd of peers begins to gather around Sunset.
>”Is she okay? Did something happen?” Asks Luna.
>”Well…” Sunset searches hard for the right words. “It’s more of a confession than an announcement. You see… uh…”
>Everyone begins to give her confused looks. Rainbow Dash urges Sunset to continue through hand gestures, and Sunset begins to stutter.
>”Applejack kind of told me a secret that she was… t-told not to say to anyone. And… that’s the fact that… she and her family are actually completely safe because they were… p-prepared for this or something. And she told me not to say anything because… if we knew, then they assumed that we’d try to take shelter there and they don’t have enough food for everyone.”
>The others take a few seconds to answer, and Sunset uses this moment state another part of her piece.
>”I didn’t want to jeopardize their plans or anything like that. She told me that I cold come if I was alone, I think. I don’t remember if he actually said that, but she did ask if I was alone as though she would have let me in if it was just me.”
>”Well why the hell is she doing this?!” Dash is beginning to seem angry. “Why didn’t she text me about this?! I’ve seen her barn, it can hold like thirty people!”
>”Wait, Dash, I don’t think….” Sunset starts off.
>”This is bullshit! What happened to friends sticking together?”
>Celestia walks up to Rainbow Dash and joins in on the conversation. “I’m sure you could understand that they’re simply taking drastic measures during drastic times. I wouldn’t be surprised if they didn’t have a choice.”
>”Oh trust me, they have a choice. There’s tons of food and shelter they have there.” Explains Dash. “I’ve been to their house so many times. They grow their own food and everything.”
>Everyone begins to look at Rainbow Dash.
>”Really?” Asks Pinkie Pie.
>Dash’s eyes can easily be seen tearing up again; she remembers all of the good times she’s spent with Applejack. Those times that her friend is simply throwing away because of some unnecessary step for survival.
>”They have so much over there! Easily enough to protect all of us! And it’s not like they’re going to have much of a crop market or whatever since the world’s gone to shit. And once it goes back to normal…” Rainbow Dash really has to force out the word ‘once’. “We won’t need to stay there anymore anyway. They could have at least told us about it. Applejack’s our friend.”
>”I think I remember her saying that her whole family was over there. Like… all of them.”
>Rainbow Dash takes a step back. “WHAT?! Why are they all going to one place?”
>The entire conversation is slowly becoming derailed into the subject of somewhat demonizing Applejack. All of the others start to join in, describing how they also previously knew about the safe situation that Applejack is currently in.
>Celestia, Cadence, Bulk Biceps and Luna try to convince the students that Applejack simply put her family first. To be honest, that’s a pretty good premise to go on, but it still doesn’t explain why Applejack has literally ALL of her family over. Well, that is the case according to Sunset.
>It soon comes to the point where a huge argument breaks out. Everyone raises their voices, and the zombies outside the gym doors begin to furiously barrage into the wooden surface once more. Even the remaining girls inside the locker room can hear the shouting.
>Trixie has to go back in there and explain what’s going on out in the gym.
>Norman and Mystery Mint try to look away from the developing drama, and end up completely ignoring the situation when the hear Rainbow Dash break down crying once more.
>”WE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE FRIENDS!” Dash’s voice is broken with despair. “She… she just abandoned us!”
>The girl can hardly speak in between sobs, not showing any signs of calming down as the others do what they can to console her.
>Meanwhile, Vice Principal Luna and Bulk Biceps return their attention to the gym doors. All of the commotion in the room has provoked a brand new wave of attackers, and they are even more eager to get inside than the last group.
>Bulk does what he can to make sure the doors won’t be pushed off of their hinges, but it really doesn’t do much. As more time goes in, the screws are just becoming more and more worn out.
>Too much pressure over too much time. It’s no surprise that things have a hard time staying together after prolonged stress that doesn’t let up.
>”I’m sure you can find some sort of reason to understand.” Cadence tries to keep Dash’s view of Applejack in a good light.
>But Rainbow Dash just can’t stop feeling worse the more she thinks about it. She’s heartbroken that her long time friend would do this.
>If anything, it’s surprising that Rainbow Dash is the one who’s reacting to this the most, as she’s always been the tougher and no-nonsense girl. She continues to cry and curse Applejack’s name, calling her a traitor.
>Sunset immediately regrets telling her friends about all of this. She checks her phone and re-reads the messages, looking over the conversation just in case there was anything she missed that can make things better.
>”Why would Applejack do something like that?” Pinkie Pie jumps on the bandwagon. “How could they have been prepared for something like this?”
>Nothing can be found by Sunset’s scrolling, shaking fingers. The girl nearly drops her phone at least three times from her nervous grip.
>”I’ll tell you how!” Rainbow Dash takes the conversation in a troubling direction. “They KNEW ABOUT ALL OF THIS!” Her screams echo throughout the gym, careless to the hungry zombies right outside the door. “Before we did! And… they said… NOTHING! Nothing to you, nothing to me, nothing to anyone until AFTER IT WAS TOO LATE!”
>Dash’s face has turned bright red, nearly heating the tears rolling down her cheeks to a boil.
>”But how did they know?”
>”They had a way! I don’t know how, but… wait…” Rainbow Dash comes to a realization. “The animals! That’s how they knew. Animals can sense shit all the time, and that must be how they fucking knew!”
>”How dare they?” Trixie sides with Rainbow Dash after coming back out of the locker room. “They had that advantage of getting signs ahead of time… and now they just leave us to get eaten alive out here?!”
>Rainbow Dash faces the side of the bleachers. “I know! What… BULLSHIT!” Rainbow chucks the baseball bat in her hand at the side of the bleachers, causing it to emit a deafening bang that vibrates the surface.
>Norman and Mystery Mint jump from the impact.
>“We’re all going to suffer, and it’s all Applejack’s fault!” Pinkie Pie backs up against a wall with tears in her eyes again and slides to the floor. “We’re going to die out here!”
>Fluttershy’s weeping voice can be hears coming from the locker room. She heard all of this.
>”Oh, god damn it.” Rainbow Dash starts to head over to the entrance to the locker room.
>…
>”Just cover your ears, darling. I’m sure they’ll sort thing out in due time.” Rarity tries to keep Fluttershy is a relatively tranquil state alongside Roseluck.
>But Fluttershy cannot put the harsh words she heard everyone say to eachother out of her head.
>”Fluttershy…” Dash approaches the three girls. “Wait… you need to understand.”
>”Why do you hate Applejack all of a sudden?” She whimpers. “Please…”
>”Flutters. Just try and hear me out.” Dash begins.
>”Can you explain it to me too? I don’t understand either.” Roseluck tell Rainbow.
>”You see, it’s-” Rainbow is cut off by a sudden blackness that surrounds everyone on the entire locker room.
>Fluttershy is unable to let out a scream, too shocked to make a simple sound or movement.
>Screams come from the gym, prompting the girls to leave the locker room. Rainbow Dash leads the way, given that she was already the closest to the exit.
 
LISTEN
>Life as a teacher can have its ups and downs. And you’ve learnt this both the easy and the hard way.
>It’s been a while since you’ve gotten into the field of teaching, and you can’t say that you’ve hated it. But you can’t honestly tell yourself that you’ve loved it as much as expected either.
>You have always loved the ides of bringing knowledge to other people, whether they are younger than you or not. The world you’ve seen is not exactly the most pleasant one. Fake smiling businessmen shilling whatever product it is they want to make money off of. Numerous office worker trying to get by with a few bucks to pay the rent.
>College loans.
>The list goes on, and most of it revolves around that joke of an investment.
>In your eyes, one cannot rationally put a price on education as though it is something you buy and sell as a commodity. Especially during the age of the internet, where people can just look something up and learn it for free aside their electric and internet bills they’d have to pay.
>But it sure is a hell of a lot less than the alternative.
>For years, you’ve been teaching at canterlot high under the name of Mr. Mous. (Mr. M for short.) And during this time, you’ve accumulated a lot of experience under your belt. Both good and bad.
>You know exactly how to act to put on a good impression for the students. You know exactly what interests them, and you know what not to do to bore them to death with the traditional school lessons.
>But the fact of the matter is… while you do know what doesn’t work effectively, you don’t know what does work effectively.
>Sure, you have a lot of fun lessons and lectures. And the fact that you teach History reinforces the good learning environment you want to establish. However, you haven’t reached out to all of your students.
>There have been many of them… those students who hate getting up early in the morning enough to have no care in their heart for what anyone tries to teach them. They have, as far as you can tell, simply reached the point where they demonize anything relating to school.
>School makes life a living nightmare for them.
>They can’t do whatever they want, they have to regulate their sleeping patters to often asinine degrees, and more. The list of things you’ve heard them complain about goes on and on.
>But the worst part is that you know for a fact that a lot of the other student feel the same way about going to school, let alone high school. Very few of them have voiced their concerns and indicated what they wanted to see change.
>And a lot of these things are rather unrealistic, such as school skipping Monday and starting during the afternoon every day. Or the complete elimination of homework, or making the pass/fail boundary 50% instead of 70%.
>To be completely honest, all of these ideas seem like really good developments for the system. But that’s not why they seem unrealistic.
>So to speak, you’ve seen the legal side of things; consultations with the school board. Along with the cheap and underhanded way the “grown-up” world works.
>You’ve seen enough to know that changes can always be suggested so people can look good. But they will never actually be seriously carried out unless the top dogs can benefit from it. It’s the kind of thing that makes a lot of people you know say stuff like “fuck society” and other things like that.
>And you internally agree with them.
>Just like how all of those “good” students internally agree with the “bad” ones who misbehave. You want to try as hard as you can to make school suck less for them, and they try as hard as they can to do the same thing.
>They pretend to be okay with things. They sit still and remain silent in class, they do the homework at the last minute the night before so they don’t get a zero. They keep their eyes glued to their paper during pop quizzes… and even regular scheduled quizzes. They properly fill out the bubbles on the scantron sheets during exams.
>They jot down whatever they can during note taking, and you do your best to make sure that what you put on the test matches what they memorized in their notes. You help them memorize things this hellhole where it’s easier to memorize something rather than legitimately learn it.
>You have no proof of this, but you’re sure that none of the graduates remembered any of the materials they spilled out onto the tests by the time Thanksgiving rolls around and they’re (probably) in college. It’s absent from their mind, just as absent as it was before they first took notes on the subjects.
>These students never got anything from speaking out. They were just told to get back to work. And that’s one of the many, many reasons why the delinquents openly rebel.
>But this time… there was something totally different.
>This girl who just swiped her headphones back off of your desk. Lemon Zest.
>She… she didn’t seem upset at all. When you were trying to rationalize going through school to her, she just blankly stares out into open space. Not like a lot of the other delinquents did.
>There was no angst in her gaze, just an airy glance that had to be nowhere else but in the clouds.
>She didn’t care what you were saying. She wasn’t building up a large swell of hatred for what you told her about needing education in society. The girl didn’t look out the window with a face that wanted to run away, but with a face that just wanted to get her headphones back.
>In short, she doesn’t seem to mind being here. In a way where she always knows what to do if something doesn’t go her way; you could see it in the stoic look in her eyes.
>She literally didn’t care even in the slightest bit, and she’s always been like this.
>And it was at this point when you didn’t want to lose another one to the terrors of standard education.
>Granted, you teach at Crystal Prep, a school quite a bit above the average level. But that can only mean higher expectations of this girl, Lemon Zest.
>And all she does is sit in the back of the room, listening to her music.
>You constantly wonder how she even made it to her senior year. She acts like a distant child who knows nothing more than the music she listens to, despite her being eighteen. Her future in the adult world is right around the corner, and all she does is head-bang to the music as the train of life violently approaches her.
>It’s a nice way to imagine it when you say she’s making the best of her time. But this isn’t exactly the best way to do such a thing. She’s setting herself up for failure, one of the last things you’d like to see happen to a person that isn’t technically physically harmful.
>You go about your teaching duties, starting to feel more and more like you had failed to reach out to Lemon Zest.
>The way she just walked away, the way she seemed completely unfazed by what you told her. It’s like you’re completely invisible to her because you’re a teacher, and she’s undoubtably a free spirit. Almost as though the things you tell her are made powerless by this.
>After the final bell rings, you stay at your desk and finish whatever paperwork you have left to do.
>The sound of the students clearing out of the hallways dies down, followed by a long period of silence. And you just can’t put it out of your mind.
>No matter how hard you try, you just can’t seem to make an impact on this girl. This type of thing has never really bothered you this much before.
>Before you know it, you’re walking outside to your car.
>The peaceful air softly whistles around you.
>You drive home, starting to involuntarily contemplate life with each block you pass by. Your job that you just left, your house that you momentarily approach, your… life. This should have been what you wanted. It really should have been.
>Ever since you were a kid, the dream of being a teacher plagued your mind with every waking hour. And you basked in it, showing more enthusiasm for it than anything else you loved. It was your absolute passion.
>So why are you so unhappy?
>This is a rather stupid question, as it’s really hard to forget something that happened a few hours ago… Lemon Zest happened a few hours ago.
>For some reason, your job doesn’t mean half as much as it should to you if there’s always that one… that one student… whom you just cannot reach out to. The one who doesn’t listen to you.
>And listens to music instead.
>All the rest of the evening, you keep thinking about the things you could have done differently over the months to catch the girl’s attention. What you could have done to get her to open her heart to learning.
>The following night bears troubled sleep for you. You don’t remember what it was you dreamt, but you remember waking up coated in sweat.
>And you need to be well rested to deliver your lectures tomorrow.
>It’s a real pain in the neck trying to get the students to like you when you’re not having a good day. You don’t want to slowly end up like the other teachers who simply don’t care.
>…
>The ringing of your phone disturbs you at a so far unknown hour of the night.
>Force yourself to crawl out of bed and get to your nightstand to see who is calling you. The number can soon be recognized as the number of the Principal’s office.
>You didn’t make it to the phone on time; the ringing has already stopped by the time you see which number you just missed.
>Cinch is going to really start cracking down on you if you keep missing her calls like this.
>Take a glance over to the clock to see that it’s 5:27 in the morning. This would have been a lot more frustrating if Cinch hadn’t already developed a habit of calling you at times like these to get you to do something.
>She just left a message: [“Mr. Mous. I have gotten word of the incident you had with one of your students in your class. I am calling to inform you that it has being taken care of. Please see me first thing today before school hours.”]
>It’s no secret that she doesn’t care… at least in the right way. You’d like to say that having a little bit less apathy than most of the staff is a good omen.
>But it’s a different story when they ignore the fact that their employees have free time of their own when they don’t want to be bothered.
>You decide to get ready for work early, as your boss might go a little bit easier on you this way. You’ve had your share of stern lectures from the Principal, the earlier of which had you sweating bullets and fearing for your job.
>Eat breakfast, shower and do everything else.
>The air outside is still cold and there is still dew on the grass as you walk by it. Maybe it would have been better if you slept a little bit more, maybe that’s just your fatigue talking.
>You imagine all of the things your principal boss is going to say to you this time as you drive closer to the school
>But you’ve grown numb to Cinch’s scolding now. And unlike the other teachers, you’ve still managed to keep your positive spirits up.
>And that’s something to be proud of… probably. It’s hard to tell what’s smiled upon in this system. But you’d rather not rant about it. Too bad you ended up doing so when you feared for a student’s education.
>It really sucks when you let the little things get the best of you.
>The side of Crystal Prep stands tall in the dawn light. The building somehow looks even bigger from a distance; given the lack of detail leaves your mind to imagine what it looks like up close. You’ve always liked to take a few peeks at it as you drive up to it, while making sure a portion of your attention is on the road as well.
>Pull into your parking space and head inside… Principal Cinch is already waiting for you outside of her office. She just stands there, staring at you like an Eagle over a mouse.
>”Oh good. You’re early.” She turns around to walk through the door. “Come. I have a few concerns I’d like to express.”
>She herds you into her office, marching as though she’s leading her own personal army. You both sit down on either side of her desk.
>Her strict stare keeps ahold of you from the other side of the desk.
>”It has come to my attention that Miss Lemon Zest is slipping on her academics.” Cinch begins. “And it shows in her grades.”
“Okay. I understand.”
>She leans forward. “And you do realize that a student’s performance reflects the quality of teaching from their instructor, does it not?”
“Of course.” You let her take as long as she wants to get to her obvious point so you can think of a strong rebuttal.
>”Well this leads me to wonder about a few certain things, Mr. Mous. And I do know that I… have already spoken to you about this before.”
“Yes. What would you like to ask?”
>”Roughly how many minutes do you spend on your lectures?” She asks the question right away.
“About from five minutes in to about two minutes before the end bell.”
>”Hmm… okay. And I know you have already made it clear to be before that you enjoy your lectures.” Cinch recalls. “But can you tell me what you… like about your job?”
>And there she goes, dropping the word “job” early on in the conversation again. It’s like she keeps forgetting that your days of getting nervous ended quite some time ago.
>But still, it’s better to keep her under the impression that you’re more afraid of getting fired than you actually are. If you truly were in as much danger of losing you job as she indirectly lets on, then it would have happened about a year ago.
“Well, I enjoy watching my students learn what I learned a few years ago.” You try to butter her up, saying something you’d expect from a cereal commercial. “Success is the number one thing I love to see from them. Which is why I do everything in my power to put effort into my lectures and make them interesting for them, but also extremely effective.”
>”Mr. Mous, please try to level with me here. There’s no need to recite all of that corny stuff we tell the school board. We’re not in their presence, and you can say the things you actually mean.”
>You perk up.
“Well… I do mean that. I really care about a student’s education.” You insist, only to receive a harsh giggle from Cinch.
>”Oh, please. Just save all of that for when we talk to the school board.”
“I’ll tell them too when I get the chance.”
>”Mr. Mous…” Cinch’s voice grows sharp and aggressive.
“Oh, uh, sorry.”
>Principal Cinch huffs before continuing.
>”Now… I want you to tell me something. Does Miss Lemon Zest reflect your attitude towards the material you teach?” She fixes her glasses. “Sine you… insist that you have such a deep passion for the lessons to be interesting.”
“No… b-but…” You allow one stutter to escape you. “But that’s just her. All of my other students have been doing great.”
>”I was just about to get to that.” Principal Cinch’s tone lightens once more. “I was just about to question the difference between Miss Zest and your other students.”
“Well, the main difference between her and them is the fact that they… actually pay attention.”
>”Obviously, but what I want to get toe the bottom of is the reason WHY she is not paying enough attention.”
>The headphones immediately pop up in your mind.
 
FUN IN THE SUN 2
~
>”Oh hey, there’s someone.” A distant female voice states.
>The man in the chair on the beach spins around to find two more girls holding hands walking in his direction, waving down. He automatically recognizes one of them as the purple girl from before. If those glasses is supposed to be some sort of disguise, it’s a pretty lazy one to be honest.
>But then the man notices that he hair is styled differently, and also remembers that the girl that just left was flustered and in tears. This one he’s seeing now is perfectly calm, and doesn’t seem to recognize him.
>Probably a twin or something, who cares?
>”Hey, do you work here? Or… near here?” The girl holding the new purple girl’s hand asks, playing with her red and yellow hair with her other hand.
>”Yeah. Why?” The man lies, hoping they don’t ask for an ID or anything.
>”Is this a…” She pauses before lowering her voice. “Clothing Optional beach? We didn’t see any signs, so we have no way of telling.”
>”Ooh, sorry. No, it isn’t.” The man lies again. “But hey, I think there’s one on like… the opposite side of the island.” He takes another sip of his chocolate milk and gets ready to turn on the music he wants to listen to.
>Might as well tune them out, he’s said his piece.
>”Hmm… really?” The purple girl takes a look in the direction of the far side of the island as the man nods his head. “Wow, thanks.”
>They leave, and the man in the chair clenches his fists in victory. “This is our conference room.” He proclaims once more.
>”Huh?”
>”Oh, uh, nothing.”
>The two walk off, and the beach is quiet and peaceful once more. The man in the chair turns on his music and turns the volume to its highest extent. Wondering if anyone else might come here next.
~
>A man sits in his chair with two drinks in either hand. One chocolate milk and one lemonade, and each jug has a silly straw slicking out of it.
>The headphones on his head mute the world around him, and his extremely tinted sunglasses nearly blind him. He rests in the chair facing the water with his toes pointing towards the sky. Even the breeze is warm, along with everything except the drinks in his hands.
>They aren’t cold, but temperate and slightly on the cool side; just the right temperature for this man.
>He slowly breathes, far too relaxed to notice the green-haired girl striding up the beach with a basket in her hand.
>”Hello?” She calls out to the man, who doesn’t answer. “You work here?”
>She approaches him, still trying to get his attention despite seeing the headphones deafening him to the outside world.
>He takes another couple of sips of the chocolate milk before he slightly sees something out of the corner of his eye. It’s hard to tell what it is due to the tint on his sunglasses. If this is another person, he’s going to be slightly annoyed, or at least that’s what he’s sure of.
>The figure approaches; yup, it’s a person.
>”Hello?!” The green haired girl, Mary, shouts at the man in the chair. She’s almost holding back laughter.
>He doesn’t even slip down his sunglasses, just gazes forward at whoever it is he hardly sees and cannot even slightly hear. But he’s good at making it look like he’s paying attention.
>”Yo, uh…” Mary starts off, often interrupted by the loud sounds coming from the headphones. “Can I smoke here?” He voice is barely louder than the music she hears.
>The man blankly stares forward at the girl, noticing that she just asked him something. Through inductive reasoning, he assumes that she asked if this is a clothing optional beach. Whatever, that should be close enough.
>”Nope, sorry. Other side.” He points in the direction of the other side of the island.