Overheated: England and Reader:

You loved the beach, the sand, the ocean, collecting shells and the boardwalk.  The surfer boys were a definite plus.

So of course when you chose your apartment you made sure to get one by the beach, expensive but worth the oceans lullaby.

Even the light seemed to be different. You woke up that morning with a softer light bathing your room and the hushed sound of waves, they themselves waking up.

You stretched and smiled, actually happy to be up in the morning, something that had definitely changed since you had moved there from the noisy city.

You made a cup of coffee and went out to your balcony to watch the waves. You looked down at the early morning surfers and something caught your eye. At first it was just a glint of gold that got your attention, but if you squinted you could see a man in a suit.

You scrunched your eyebrows.  Being an early summer morning, it would be around eighty degrees soon, no weather for a suit. He stumbled for a moment and you nodded in understanding, probably a loose drunk from a nearby bar.

You finished your coffee and dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and some sand shoes. Then you double checked that your drawing and writing books were in your bag along with a water bottle, sun screen, and umbrella before you left.  

Now walking down the beach you thought of new ideas for your art and book, you had to pay the bills somehow. Well you tried to think anyway, for some strange reason you kept of thinking about the drunken suited man from before. You hoped he was okay.

It wouldn't be until mid-afternoon that you saw him again. It was now a scorching ninety degrees and you were sitting on your towel, sketching the washed up pile of seaweed and driftwood that was twisted in a net.

Your neck started to ache and you looked around to stretch it and that's when you saw him again. Now he was slowly staggering towards the ocean, sweat drenched and with some determination left.  

Suddenly he fell...and didn't get back up. You quickly grabbed your stuff and rushed over to the man, who was now lying face down in the sand. You carefully flipped him over and felt his slick red face; of course he was burning up.

Now in panic mode you reached for his tie, boy would it look creepy to onlookers. After you had gotten his tie off you got out your water bottle and poured some in his mouth and then splashed his face.  

He hadn't woken up yet, even after you had used up your entire water bottle. You waited for a moment and listened to his heavy breathing. You sighed and squinted, your face burning with shame as you removed his coat and unbuttoned the first three buttons of his dress shirt.

He didn't stir.

Next you removed his shoes and socks, and set up the umbrella. You went to the ocean and filled the water bottle with the cool water and clamped a hand over his mouth before dousing him in the salty water.

You heard him groan and lifted your hand, relieved you wouldn't have to give mouth to mouth. A shadow fell over you and then a young man was by his side.

He cupped his mouth and shouted, "Yo, Arthur! Wake up, dude!" right in his ear.  

"Get him a bottle of water," you commanded. He nodded and ran off as you started to fan him with your notebook.

He stirred and then groaned his eyes slowly peeking open. "W-What?" he mumbled.

The other guy soon returned and dumped the water bottle on him. He quickly sat up, "Alfred!" he screeched as the younger man ran off laughing. "Blast it!" he cursed, looking around for something to dry himself with.

That's when he caught your eye, his ears turning redder than before and mouth swinging open, you also had a blush on your cheeks when you finally saw how handsome he was.

"I-I'm sorry," you stuttered handing him his jacket, "You passed out and...."

"No, No, it's my fault," he insisted. "A gentleman should never go out without a suit on."  He pulled on a shoe, "and shouldn't undress in public."

You giggled, "Even if its ninety degrees and he's wearing a polyester suit?"

"Ninety degrees? Alfred said....ALFRED!" he yelled, scurrying up ready to chase after him.

But before he could take off, he keeled over and started to cough. You helped him stand and he rested on your shoulder.

"That idiot," he wheezed, "Tried to kill me!"

You ignored him. "Come on, there's a boardwalk nearby with a restaurant."

You hauled him over to the restaurant while he mumbled curses about Alfred. You just rolled your eyes and kept walking until you got to the restaurant and silenced him with a pitcher of cold water.

After one long gulp he sighed and rubbed his neck and he gave you a sheepish smile. "Thank you for helping me. Heaven knows Alfred wouldn't," he mumbled the last part into his drink.

You blushed, "No problem...Are you okay?"

He creased his bushy eyebrows, "I'd say so, a bit hungry."

You stood to go get a waiter, "I'll go get you some food," you said, but Arthur stood and grabbed your arm.

"Please, let me buy you lunch," he blurted.

You turned to him, slightly shocked that he would ask you out so suddenly, he didn't even know your name!

You sat back down, "Okay," and picked up a menu.

Poor Alfred eventually found you. He was sunburned and kind of irritated, but not irritated enough to not laugh at the two of you; try to get a high five out of Arthur (and failing) and then dragging you both to a burger joint he had found.

"Think of it as an apology," you whispered to Arthur, as Alfred ordered a mountain of junk food.

"I'll try," he mumbled.