Roy woke up the next morning, surprisingly before everyone. He checked to see if anyone else was awake and to no surprise, Riza's sleeping bag was empty. Oh well, being the second one awake was an accomplishment for him. Usually on school trips the teachers had to bang pots and pans by his ears at two in the afternoon.

He chuckled, and then spotted the sign Maes had found the previous night. "WE'RE ALIVE!" He exclaimed, kissing the ground.

Rebecca threw a pillow at his head, groaning and screeching like a zombie. "GO BACK TO SLEEP, FUCKFACE! IT'S TOO DAMN EARLY!" Roy screamed like a little girl and grabbed his slippers, shoving them onto his feet and booking it out of the tent.

He blinked in the beginnings of sunlight, and heard another noise that sounded like it wasn't far away. The teen listened closer and grinned at the familiar shouting, that probably sounded to most like a battle cry. He got an idea. He figured that Maes' video camera was still on and filming somewhere, as his best guy friend had told him he would be filming the entire trip, twenty four seven until they left the hellhole that was the wilderness. Roy decided to start orally documenting events. "Hey." He whispered into the wind. "Roy here. This is weird. I feel like I'm talking to myself, well I am, but it's going to be on video so..." He shrugged. "Hear that? Listen!" He grinned, going silent so the camera could pick up the battle cry.

"Buddy you're a boy make a big noise
Playin' in the street gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on yo' face
You big disgrace
Kickin' your can all over the place
Singin'

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

Buddy you're a young man hard man
Shoutin' in the street gonna take on the world some day
You got blood on yo' face
You big disgrace
Wavin' your banner all over the place

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

Buddy you're an old man poor man
Pleadin' with your eyes gonna make you some peace some day
You got mud on your face
You big disgrace
Somebody better put you back into your place

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you

We will we will rock you
We will we will rock you
"

Roy found the camera in a pile of boxer shorts and grabbed it. He walked the few yards with it to a picnic table where Riza was standing in her pajamas, chanting at the top of her lungs. Roy smiled. "Yep. Quiet, stoic Riza. She's really quite the firecracker, no pun intended." He chuckled. "I wake up to that every morning, at home too."

As Riza stopped singing, Roy took off back into the tent and turned the camera off. When he got back, everyone seemed to be awake, but the girls were gone. Mustang panicked. "Where are the girls?! When I left Rebecca and Gracia were sleeping, and I just saw Riza outside!"

Maes chuckled. "Don't worry. They're at the bathrooms getting dressed. I gave Becky a pocket knife, so I'm pretty sure they'll be okay. We wouldn't let them into a situation we thought would be dangerous." Roy breathed a sigh of relief, and the girls soon returned.

Gracia managed to make pancakes that were either undercooked or charred (not because of her cooking skills, which were excellent, but because of lack of tools to cook in the woods), and some coffee that was actually alright. Rebecca got an idea as they were eating. "I know what we should do today!"

"What?" Jean asked between bites of pancake.

Rebecca laughed, giving a million dollar smile with a roll of her eyes. "About ten or fifteen miles from here is a beach where we can all go swimming, but we have to walk." Roy and Jean did not look excited at the prospect of long distance walking, but the idea of seeing the three hottest freshman girls in bathing suits won them over.

An hour or so later, the boys were dressed, and the six had packed snacks, a first aid kit, a radio, and the boys managed to sneak in many, many beers. Once everything was ready to go, the teens set out on the long hike.

The first hour of the hike went fine, with the friends singing many sailors songs and cracking dirty jokes (some more willingly than others). As they trudged through a rather tricky few miles of terrain, Gracia fell behind. "Wait up!"

Maes whirled around, smiling like Prince Charming. "Run into my arms and I'll catch you, baby!" The others exchanged joking kissy faces, groans, and eye rolls. Gracia giggled, blushing, and ran. As the petite girl was running, she tripped over an ant hill. She shrieked in pain. The other five ran over to her. "Gracie-girl!" Maes exclaimed.

"Move out of the way." Riza ordered, kneeling down by her friend's girlfriend and examining her leg. "Ankle's twisted." Maes just about fainted, while Riza just set to work bandaging Gracia's ankle. Maes wanted to carry Gracia, even though the sweet girl insisted that she was too heavy and she'd put his back out. Maes carried her anyway.

Two hours later, they finally arrived at the beach. When they got there, the boys changed into their swim trunks and the girls changed as well into their suits. Gracia changed into a cute pink and white frilly bikini. Maes of course, nearly had a nosebleed and whipped out the camera, snapping picture after picture of his girlfriend like she was a model. "Isn't she just the cutest thing?!" They went into the water and swam, Gracia holding tight to Maes as it was hard to swim with a twisted ankle. Jean was hitting on Rebecca, who flirted just as much back as she danced to the radio in her revealing red and black bikini.

Roy watched Riza as he and Maes raced around and tried to squirt each other with water guns. Said girl was just reading a book, ignoring all the craziness around her. The current subject on Roy's mind, besides how to squirt Maes without squirting his passenger (Gracia) was how the hell his childhood friend managed to make a simple blue one piece swimsuit, straw hat, and red heart shaped glasses borrowed from Rebecca look so sexy. After putting his gunfight with Maes on time out like a little kid, Roy walked up the beach to the towel where Riza was lounging as she read. He smiled and held out his hand like he'd seen guys do in all those cheesy chick flicks that Riza hated. "C'mon, have fun with us! The water is great!"

"Says the apprentice of a flame alchemist." Riza remarked icily. Roy just rolled his eyes, grabbing Riza's book from her hands and throwing it a few yards away. Before his friend complained, Roy picked Riza up bridal style and started walking back down to the waves. Riza started to struggle.

"Calm down, dork!" Roy laughed. "It'll be great!"

"Roy! No! I-I can't do this" Riza exclaimed argumentatively. She sighed. "Um, Roy, I have a confession to make!"

"What is it? That you're a stick in the mud?" Roy joked, snorting. He held Riza above the water. "Three...two..."

"I CAN'T SWIM!" Riza screeched at the top of her lungs.

Roy stared at her, but no one else seemed surprised in the least. "Was I really the last one to know this?"

"Yup!" Jean laughed, sipping a beer.

Roy just smiled and positioned Riza like he was going to take her for a piggyback ride. "Hold onto my shoulders and don't let go. You don't have to worry. I'll be right here. Close your eyes while we're going under, and open them once we're in the water."

"Okay." Riza said, sounding slightly nervous. This was the first time Roy had ever heard her sound even remotely scared of anything. Slowly, Roy dove into the water, Riza clinging even tighter to his shoulders and slightly around his neck. As Riza seemed more comfortable Roy slowly let her go, staying close by her side as the normally fearless girl started a shaky dolphin kick. Riza popped up second later, gasping slightly but grinning and laughing. "I did it!"

That night, after dinner and, except on Riza and Gracia's part, a few beers apiece, Jean got an almost manic looking grin. "We have to make the trek back to our tent soon, but before that we need to cap this night off with something awesome! Before you ask, I know just the thing."

"And what would that be?" Riza asked warily, raising an eyebrow. She's only known Jean since she entered highschool just a mere few months ago, but those mere few months were enough to find out that the strawberry blonde was an attention whore and a complete adrenaline junky.

"Follow me." Against their better judgement, everyone did. Jean led them up a few cliffs (Gracia had to be carried because of her ankle), until they got to the highest point of the beach. He looked at his friends, and then back down the cliff. "We jump. Together."

"You've got to be joking!" Roy exclaimed. Even he wasn't that reckless.

"Do you have a death wish?!" Riza asked, not sounding like she was being sarcastic in the slightest.

"You could end up paralyzed!" Rebecca tried to reason with him.

Jean just smiled. "Hey, if I end up dead or paralyzed, at least I did it with the best friends a guy could ever ask for." Against their better judgment, the six teens joined hands, took a breath, and jumped.