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SeekDreamsAndFindHope: "This is a school trip, right? It's actually illegal for two unrelated people, whether they be boy and girl or boy and boy or girl and girl, to share a bed. The school, by law, has to make sure girls room with girls and boys room with boys by law unless they're siblings...
But other than the legal technicality, it's a good story...
Luna"
Okay, so to any other readers that have the same thoughts, I'd like to explain that, I'm really sorry. I'd really like to thank Luna for telling me this, 'cause now I know. (Actually it should be common sense, but, after reading the profiles of many, I believe that he died..) I hope that you'll overlook this problem, for this is just a story after all. Thanks. :D

Disclaimer: Same ol' same ol'. I don't own. Sadly.

Chapter 4: Banter, Beach & Barbeque – Hell Yeah

The room was absolutely adorable. And you won't catch me saying that word again. Uhuh. So now, the only catch was that there was this big king-sized bed and a small mattress at the side. So I guess two had to share. Not me. I zipped to the made-up bed on the floor – to have Iggy beat me to it.

"I'm not sleeping there," I stated firmly, glancing at the humongous bed. Iggy just grinned and sat on the bed, refusing to move. "Shove off. Come on, Iggy. Be a sport."

Fang was silent, as usual. He put his bag on the large bed.

"What's wrong with sharing with me?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said. "Just that it's a little inappropriate, don't you think, for a guy and a girl to be sharing a bed when – "

"Well considering that you two are going to get married in like, what, five years time, then what's wrong?" Iggy grinned. I snorted.

"How would you know?" I asked. Dang, why was it so hot in here? Or was it just me… Ugh. "What's wrong with you sharing with Fang anyway?" I asked, frustrated. I mean like, they're both guys. So what?

"Nothing. Just that it's more inappropriate, don't you think, for a guy and a guy to be sharing a bed?" he quoted, adding a little changes.

"Why don't you two share?" Fang suggested.

"No!" we both shouted at the same time. Sheesh.

"What's all the commotion about?" Brandon said, entering the room.

"We're debating on who's to share with who on that huge bed," Iggy said.

"Oh." His face turned slightly pink. "So it's either Fang and Max, Fang and Iggy, or Iggy and Max. Right?" I shot him a look that said no freaking duh, stupid.

"Uh, why don't Fang and Iggy sh – "

"Like I said, I'm no gay character, Brandy. I am not sharing with Fang."

"Even if I shove your face down the toilet bowl?" I said darkly.

"Nuh-uh. That won't work on me." We'll see about that.

"Uh… W-why don't we d-draw lots then?" Brandon stuttered.

The three of us looked at each other and came to a silent agreement. That would be the fairest way, after all. Brandon tore a piece of paper into three and wrote our names on one piece of paper each. Then he folded each piece and then took two out.

"Uh. Um. Fang, you're sharing with Max." Brandon then ran out of the room. As if we were going to chase him with pitchforks and murder him! I started laughing. After their initial shock, Fang and Iggy joined in the laughter. Did I really not laugh that much?

"So it's me and you, Fang," I said in a matter-of-fact tone. Frankly speaking, I was actually a whole bunch of nerves below. Hmm. Maybe I've learned some things from Mr. No-Emotion after all.

"I like the sound of that," Fang said and gave me one of those rare smiles that sent my world topsy-turvy.

Iggy made a big show of dashing to the toilet and making puking noises.

"You are so going to get it, Iggy!" I let out a war-cry that would make little kids pee in their pants and Fang and I ran to the toilet to give that sexist pig what he deserved.

Changed and freshened up, we gathered at the main chalet to hear what we were going to do for the rest of the day. It was around four thirty in the afternoon, and the sliding doors were open. The breeze from outside was awesome and cooling.

"So, for the rest of today, we're going to the beach!" Everybody whooped and cheered. Except Fang and I, as usual.

Everyone rushed outside to the beach after changing into their beachwear. I stayed in my same clothes – shirt and shorts. I kicked off my shoes and the feeling of sand on my feet, in between my toes, was absolutely delightful. The girls started – guess what – making sandcastles. Pansies. Some of the guys were oogling at the girls in bikinis. Ew. Guys will be guys, I guess. I sat down in a part where there were lesser people and just looked out at the sea.

How great it would be to fly into the horizon and never look back. I would feel so free.

"Hey," Fang said, and sat next to me. He and Iggy had gone back to the chalet to change. Fang was wearing black swimming shorts and a shirt. I am ashamed to say this but I started to wonder what he looked like without the shirt. I flushed, horrified that I could even think these kind of things. Hormones suck. He looked at me questioningly, an eyebrow raised.

"Hi Fang! You look good!" Brigid said and she plopped down next to him. I scowled. What was with her?

She started chatting animatedly to Fang in that high pitched girly voice of hers. I swear, her voice was dripping with thick honey. Fang wouldn't like her…right? I gulped. What if he did? What if he liked some trash female dog like Brigid? Nah. He doesn't have such a horrible taste. And he can't possibly like me too. I wonder what kind of person Fang likes? Not Brigid-ish right?

Fang

Brigid is just so annoying! What does she want from me? Can't she see that Max is really annoyed?

Max looked so pretty sitting there, the wind blowing her hair out of her face. I wonder what she'd look like in the bikini that Brigid was wearing. Good God, she'd look gorgeous. Then I realized that I had been staring at Max's boobs and ignoring what Brigid has been saying. Uh. Damn.

"Fang? Fang? Are you alright?" Brigid asked.

I looked up and saw Fang's sexy red face – Huh? Red? Uh.. Ignore the sexy comment.

"Uh, what happened to you?" I asked. His eyes flicked down to my shirt, then my eyes, then he looked away altogether.

"I think he was staring at your assets," Brigid said, stupefied. Her mouth was open. I sincerely hoped that the wind would blow some sand into her mouth. Or a bird would magically do its business there or something.

"Assets?" I didn't have a clue what she was talking about. Remind me to look that word up the dictionary.

"In other words, your boobs, you freak," Brigid stated and rolled her eyes. She pronounced freak as fur-reek. Typical.

Fang, staring at my…assets? Yeah, right. I don't even have any.

But still. Hmmm.

I looked at Fang. He avoided eye contact entirely and abruptly stood up.

"Sorry, I think Iggy's calling me," he said in an indifferent voice, before turning around stiffly and walking off like a robot. Weird. I laughed. I tried to get over the fact that Brigid had been flirting with Fang and decided to ask her about Fang.

"Seriously, Brigid. What got into him? And why in the world was his face all red?"

"He put make-up on," she said sarcastically and walked off in a huff.

Well, at least I tried.

After hours at the beach, we were finally called back for dinner – the barbecue. Needless to say, everyone was hyped up as usual. We were all munching happily on our unhealthy, fatty barbecued food when the lights just suddenly went out.

A few people screamed. I continued munching. What? I have a high metabolism rate.

"Where's Mr. Danny? Does anyone have any idea where he is? We need to fix the light," I heard Brandon say. Suddenly, a white figure jumped out at him.

"Boo!" shouted the thing. All I can say is that Brandon shrieked like a girl. I'll have to replace my eardrums if I ever hear that ever again.

"Wooooooooo~ I am the Flying Dutchman! Bewareeeeee." The voice was so eerie it sent shivers down my spine. My heart started beating faster and I broke out into cold sweat. Where was Fang when I needed him?

If you seriously believe that, I have no idea what to say to you.

Anyway, someone started giggling. And it was so contagious, the whole room burst into laughter as we realized it was Mr. Danny draped in white cloth – and Brandon had totally fallen for it!

And the best thing was that Brigid was choking on her food! I hope she chokes to death. Okay, maybe not. I hope she chokes till she faints and won't regain consciousness until the next century to make some-other-person-out-there-in-the-future's life miserable. Yeah. That would be more appropriate.

"Idiot," Fang said and rolled his eyes.

"Uhuh," I agreed, and continued munching my food. Angeline looked over at where we were sitting and called us.

"Hey Max! Fang! Iggy! Are you guys done eating! We want to go back to the chalet and call it a night," Angeline winked. Oh yeah, something was up.

"Angeline just winked," Fang said quietly into Iggy's ear. Iggy's face instantly lit up.

"I wonder what they want to do," he muttered to himself as we quickly finished off the last of our food. "Hope it's fun."

Fang just grunted. I sneaked some food into my pocket. Ew, I better remember to wash this pair of pants properly later.

The nine of us got up and bid the others goodnight before we headed off to our chalet.

"So what are we going to do?" I asked Angeline. She just smiled slyly.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," she said and gave me a perverted look. I smacked her and laughed. She does that to everyone.

"Ohmygod! Brandon! The Flying Dutchman! Ahhhhh!" Zoe let out a realistic scream. Brandon whipped his head around.

"Where? Where?!" he screamed, brandishing his arms. "You will never get me! Even though I'm scared, I'll make sure you will never ever haunt Bikini Bottom and Earth ever again!"

He only realized that he was being fooled when everyone burst out laughing.

"Seriously Brandon, cut down on the Spongebob," Alvin said and the idiot hung his head in shame. Michelle snickered.

"'Boy declares war against Flying Dutchman to save Bikini Bottom' comes to mind," she laughed.

"Well, at least it's for a good cause – he's saving the hot spot for all the beach bunnies!" Iggy snorted.

"Aw, shut up," Brandon muttered.

"I watch Spongebob too! I think it's cool!" Carmen suddenly said to Brandon. The rest of us – well, we just stared at her in shock.

"Really?" Brandon said, a smile slowly forming on his face.

"Yeah! And did you watch that episode where Spongebob had to catch Jellyfish? He went like, "Jelly fishing jelly fishing jelly fishing jelly fishing!" It was sooooo funny, I joined in!" The two of them started to engage in a heated discussion about their favourite television show. I am now officially scarred for life.

"Well, at least it's not Pokemon," Iggy said.

"Pokemon? I LOOOOVE POKEMON!" Brandon and Carmen exclaimed at the same time.

"You just had to say it, Iggy," Fang said and we all burst into laughter.