Lemon ran and ran, following the seagull all the way to the beachside. She stopped, thinking her lungs were gonna fall out of their sockets. Boy, did this day get all washed up!

She saw the seagull land near the beachside hot dog stand, grabbing a hot dog from the vendor, in the process dropping the headphones. Lemon then gasped as a brown-skinned boy, with permed blonde hair and large square glasses, pick up the headphones after having his hot dog crudely taken from him. He put on the headphones and slowly walked away, leaving Lemon sweating in panic and tiredness.

Gotta get it! Gotta face the music, no matter what!

Lemon ran down the side of the beach, the sand seeping into her sandals.  The boy was resting a half a mile away. Lemon was nearly there. Almost therrrre! Lemon grinned with excitement!

BAM!

Lemon found herself lying in the sand, dazed and confused. A shadow came over her, shielding her eyes from the blinding sun.

"Yo, Lemon! You're here just in time!"

That voice sounded familiar to Lemon. She stood up , and took a better look at the person behind the shadow.

There stood Indigo Zap, sporting a simple blue one-piece swimsuit and red, white, and blue armbands, her hands on her hips. Lemon looked behind, and saw a large volleyball net. On one side were her friends Sour Sweet, wearing a short pink shirt and shorts, her hair in two buns; Sunny Flare, who had her purple hair in a ponytail and her figure in a nice yellow sports bikini and yellow shorts; and Sugar Coat, who wore a plain white T-shirt and a black bikini bottom, who looked Lemon up to down.

"You look tired. You should consider getting more sleep." She saw the sweat on Lemon's skin. "And exercise more."

"What are you guys doing here?" Lemon asked, wiping sweat off her forehead.

"These knuckleheads over here thought they could beat us in a volleyball match!" Indigo pointed to the guys on the other side of the net. One was a giant of a giant, with white skin, big muscles, and grey swimshorts, his red eyes piercing yet not too bright. The second guy was black-skinned, with a blue and white Mohawk and light blue swimshorts. The third was a tallish fellow, with blazing dark-blue hair, light blue skin, and a blue shirt and swimshorts, with the shirt having the word WONDERCOLTS emblazoned on it (rather good-looking guy, Lemon thought). The final guy was not so like that. His pimples and zits on his almost pale skin weren't all that nice to look at, and his hair was slicked back, showing off his hairy, nasty, glasses-covered face.

"Us Shadowbolts, of course, were gonna prove them wrong! However, we're missing a player! Wanna join?" Indigo invited Lemon onto the court with a wave of her hand. The other Shadowbolts did the same.

"Oh, that does sound rad, Indigo-" Lemon smiled, but frowned-"b-but I have to do something."

"Gasp! Did I hear a stutter?" The black-skinned man chuckled heartily. "Sounds like someone's too scared to go against us!"

The white giant shouted a giant "YEAAAAAHHH!," which resulted in all the guys laughing, which made Lemon blush with anger.

"Oh, now you're gonna get a beatdown, volleyball-style!"

With a swish, Lemon zapped over to the changing booth, quickly slipping off all her clothes, and grabbing on a green striped bikini top and bottom, and jumped out, her eyes ablaze with competing.

"Let's rock their world, Shadowbolts!" she shouted, which led to an almighty cheer of the girls as they readied for battle.

Little did Lemon know when she accepted helping her friends out that she knew squat about volleyball.

It took quite a while for Lemon to get used to the new sport. She always managed to fumble up with the ball, not hitting it hard enough or not catching it at the right time. Lemon even managed to give Sunny Flare a splitting headache after misaiming with a spike, which led to some laughs from onlookers.

Lemon decided to watch and learn as she played. Over the next half hour, she began to get better. In the next half-hour, she was practically an expert. She even made a song in her head as she learned, with a Queen kind of style of music:

We're gonna, we're gonna spike the ball!

We're gonna, we're gonna spike the ball!

The Shadowbolts began to get a good run as their points got close to the guys', which made the boys start to sweat, the girls to jump with joy, and the increasing crowd to cheer with excitement.

It was a close end. The crowd was in full cheer mode. The points were tied. The ball was continuously in the air as the boys and girls batted it against each other.

Then, through chance, the ball was over Lemon. She glanced over the crowd. Everyone was watching what she was doing. The Shadowbolts had determination all over their face, hoping to show their dominance over these braggers.

The determination passed over to Lemon, and, with a strong arm, punched the ball straight to the ground.

Then, she gasped with joy and surprise as the boys tripped, missing the ball and letting it hit the sand with a big thump.

The crowd started shouting in pure sportsmanship, making waves and chanting, "Shadowbolts, shadowbolts!" The girls grouped together, throwing Lemon in the air as she giggled with glee at her accomplishment.

Then, her eyes caught a glance at a pair of eyes, staring right at her. The brown-skinned boy stared right into her eyes. Lemon got down from the group and stood there, not really sure what to do.

The boy walked over to Lemon. "Why, you did really good there, Lemon."

"oh, uh, thanks, uh-"

"Trenderhoof. I go to your school."

"Oh, yeah. You helped maked the the new, wicked fashion policies of the school for the past few years!"

"Indeed. My notes for detail and finding the amazing-that's my biggest talent!" He hit a big pose, as if he struck down a great evil, which made Lemon giggle some more.

"And, of course, uh,"-Trenderhoof started to fumble with his words-"what I saw on the volleyball court just now-that was definitely amazing." He stared into Lemon's eyes again. "You were amazing."

"Oh, uh, well, uh"-Lemon felt a big blush coming on, along with a big smile-"thank you."

"And, you know what?" Trenderhoof continued, "I'll bet you're incredible with other things, too, like art or music!"

Lemon continued her awkward enjoyment of his words for only a moment, but then gasped, remembering her mission. "Music! Right! Headphones!" She grabbed his arms, her eyes wide with worry. "The pink headphones! A bird had them! NEED THEM BACK!"

"Oh, those were yours?" Trenderhoof started step back, biting his lip. "Oh, dear."

"What's wrong?"

"I, uh, don't listen to music much," Trender replied, putting his arms behind him, his look of guilt increasing, "so I gave them away to my friend."

"WHAT?!?"

"He just left, though!" Trenderhoof pointed to the street nearby, at a green convertible Corvette. "His car is still here. Maybe you can catch him, still!"

Lemon gasped again, though, as someone, a well-fashioned man with glasses, a sweater wrapped around his green shirt, and white shorts, sat in the driver's seat.

"Oh, I better get going!" She began to run, but then turned around again, looking Trenderhoof in the eyes. "Uh, thanks again-for everything."

"Oh, uh..no problem, Lemon."

Trender and Lemon both started to blush. Lemon then waved goodbye and turned back around, but soon saw the Corvette turn into the street and begin to drive away.

"Waaaaaiiiiiiitt!" was all Lemon shouted as she chased the car down the street, with the Shadowbolts watching her go.

Sugar Coat turned to her fellow Shadowbolts. "She does know she's half-naked, right?"