I slowly stretch my arms above my head and let out a calming breath. In and out. I repeat in my head before resting my arms back on my crossed legs. I started doing yoga a couple of years ago with my mom, but she hasn't done it in a while. I'm obsessed with it though, especially on the beach in the morning. With my eyes closed, I angle my head up at the sun and let its warmth shine on my face. Suddenly, the heat is gone, and the light behind my eyes fades. I peek open an eye to see Logan standing in front of me.

"Do you mind?" I say closing my eye and letting out a slow breathe. In and out

"What are you doing?" He asks, and I can hear the amusement in his voice. I let out an exaggerated sigh.

"If you're going to make fun of me, at least quit blocking the sun." I push at his leg, and he chuckles before moving out of the way to sit next to me in the sand. "I'm doing yoga." Now he probably thinks I'm weird…whatever.

"That's cool." He responds nonchalantly, and I look over to him to make sure he isn't playing around, but his face is set seriously. "Are you almost done?" He nudges me with his arm. I shake the sand off my hands and wipe them on my towel.

"Yeah, I'm done." I answer before turning my attention to him. "Did you want something?" I lay down on my towel and cover my face with my arm.

"Yeah, actually. I saw a flyer about a cornhole tournament in a couple of weeks."

"Nope...not happening." I blurt out before moving my arm to give him a serious look.

"Oh, come on. At least hear me out." He pleads, and I just shake my head. There is no way he is going to convince me.

"I am awful at cornhole. Literally, I suck so bad." I cover my face more and groan. "Why don't you ask Jamie or Charlie?" I ask already knowing the answer. My brother always competes with my dad, but with Charlie here, he probably wants him more as a partner. Last time I competed, I made a complete fool out of myself. Logan sighs at my suggestion and lies down beside me.

"I already did. They're partners, so you're my only option." He shrugs.

"Oh, so I wasn't even your first choice?" I sit up on my elbows and act offended. "Why don't you ask Kinsley? I'm sure she would just love to be your partner." I say sarcastically and lie back down on my towel. She would probably have a field day.

"Now that's not even funny." He replies seriously while I grin. "I can help you get better. It's okay if your not amazing. I'll just teach you to play at least acceptable. We don't want you chucking bags at the other contestants…or maybe you could just injure everyone until we win." I roll my eyes at his idea, but he is kind of right. With my luck, I would probably knock some people out. I think about his offer and try to consider the pros and cons of the idea. I mean, he could be asking me worse…right? Plus, I can tell he really wants to do this. Why am I such a pushover?!

"Ughh, fine! I'll be your stupid partner…" I groan loudly. "But on one condition! You have to do yoga with me for a month." I smile smugly and wait to see if he accepts my offer. Weren't expecting that one now were you?

"Pssh, that's all you want? Fine, deal." He thrusts his hand out with a giant smile, and I warily shake it. He was supposed to fight me a little on this.

"That means when I say we are doing yoga, we are doing yoga. Got it?" I reply with a serious look. "You can't back out on me." He nods his head in agreement. "I'm serious…when I say downward dog, you downward dog." I point my finger for emphasis.

"Okay, okay...geez." He laughs shaking his head. "You know, I would've done yoga if you just asked me to."

"Well then I guess you're lucky I'm nice enough to be your partner." I push myself up and shake the sand off my hands before standing up.

"Where are you going?" He asks sitting up more.

"Well, if you're going to help me get better then we better start now...trust me." He grins at my answer, and I help pull him up. This isn't gonna be good.


"You need more umph!…less arch!" The bag loudly smacks against the deck.

"I don't even know what umph is!" I pull my arm back and forcefully fling another beanbag.

"Better, but quit aiming for the deck!" Logan waves his hand away from the deck, and I glare at him. Pausing my swinging arm, I put my hands on my hips.

"You think I'm doing that on purpose!" I chuck the bag, and luckily this time it lands closer to the board.

"Okay, I think we are done for today. We can try again tomorrow." He says picking up the bags. I let out a relieved sigh and take a seat on the deck steps. Thank god. Logan plops down next to me, and I wonder what he is thinking.

"Soo?..." I ask curiously.

"You suck." He states seriously.

"Well, duh Captain Obvious." I reply sarcastically. "But do I have potential?" I ask watching him closely.

"Oh, you have potential. It's just going to take a really, really, really,..." I smack his arm. "…long time." I give him an annoyed look. "Okay, in all seriousness, I think by the competition, you will be fine. Is that answer better?" I smile at his optimism and stand up.

"Well, I've got a bed waiting for me, so I'm going to take a nap. Thanks for helping me." I smile sincerely before opening the back door.

"No problem. I'll see you later." Logan waves before tossing the beanbags at the boards.