Jon stared at the rock sitting in the sand. It was there, his for the taking, but it seemed nothing could make him move to pick it up. Instead, he just let out a frustrated sigh.
"Would you two, like, cut it out?" said an approaching voice. Jon turned to see Steve Farber, looking quite ridiculous in a pink bikini and stomping toward them, a scowl visible through his designer shades and makeup.
"Leave us alone Steve," Sarah interjected. Steve just crossed his arms and cocked a hip, a move Sarah often made when she was upset.
"I was trying to listen to my iPod and work on my tan, when you two interrupted me with some stupid argument."
"Well, it's none of your business," Jon said.
"Whatever, spaz," Steve replied, "I'm making it my business because you losers are ruining an otherwise perfect beach day."
"Just get lost," Jon said, growing more aggravated. In his frustration, he looked desperately at the stone for something... an idea. Steve moved closer, then he pushed Jon. Although he was acting just like Sarah, he still had Steve's mass and knocked Jon over quite easily. It kicked up a bit of sand onto Jon's Sarahfied family, eliciting squeals and angry looks.
"Is this what you two were fighting over? Gawd, it's so ugly. I wouldn't be caught dead wearing jewelry that looked like this."
"It's not Jewelry, Steve!" Sarah shrieked.
"Put it down!" Jon yelled.
"Geez, you guys are being, like, totally psycho. I wish..."
