A/N: Sorry! I have been incredibly busy, and finally got back to school as well, so it's not going to get any less busy, but hopefully I'll get back into the swing of things. Sorry for making y'all wait! Just a reminder, today is a port day! Land!

Thanks for the many pushes and prods. They made me smile.


"You know, it's good to switch things up every once in a while!" Alicia shouted. "I don't see what is wrong with mixing up our teams! We can't continue this River Heights-Bayport team thing, where Joe and I constantly switch teams because your precious couples can't be broken apart for any amount of time!"

"You had no problem with the "Keep Away" teams," Callie accused.

"But obviously you did," Alicia said with a smirk. "Hate seeing your boyfriend dunk someone else? Maybe you should have been on the other team."

"You're making way to big of a deal out of this. There is nothing wrong with how it's been so far, and you're the only one who has a problem with it," she said, deflecting the insinuation.

Alicia rolled her eyes. "You know, it's not like I'm third wheeling on your honeymoon. This is a group vacation, and yeah, I would like it to feel like one instead of couples this, couples that, Joe and Alicia go get lost so we can make out in the hot tub."

"Huh," Callie pondered. "That's not a bad idea. Alicia—"

"Don't even think about it," she muttered darkly. Callie smirked. "Why are you so against Frank and Nancy being in the same room? They were friends long before you were ever in the picture…"

Callie sighed. "You know, I wouldn't have such an issue with it if I didn't feel like someone was trying everything in their power to push their friend and brother together consistently." Alicia looked down, turning red as Callie continued. She was trying really hard to not listen to the accusations, but her words kept slipping in. "… and poor Ned, he has to feel terribly uncomfortable. Honestly, it sometime seems like you're almost in love with Nickerson-"

"Yes! I am!" Alicia shouted suddenly, tears running down her face. As Callie stared at her in shock, Alicia turned to face her. "Are you happy?"

"So that's why you're constantly pushing Frank and Nancy together," she stated. There was no question in her tone. "You just wanted Ned for yourself. You're messing up everything over a school girl crush."

"I never came between you and Frank, and I would never do something like that to Nancy, or to Ned. They are happy." Alicia's voice grew darker as she moved closer to Callie. "I have selflessly sacrificed my happiness to make sure everyone else in this group stays happy. I put up with you, I sit in our group, smiling and nodding, and I wait for my happily ever after to come. Do not call me selfish for trying to act normal." She lowered voice even more as she heatedly stated, "Selfish is what you did to my brother over Christmas when you pretty much rejected his proposal. After all, five years of knowing someone is too soon, at least, for you."

Callie lowered her voice as she stepped closer as well. "You want to know what I think?"

"Not particularly."

"I think," she continued without hesitation, "everyone has their limit, and you've long since past yours. You can only watch everyone else being happy for so long, and then you have to ruin everyone else's lives. You know what they say, misery loves company, and you, Alicia, are miserable."

Maybe it was being bottled up on a ship for a little too long, or the time Alicia spent up on the sun deck heated her blood, but right then, she did something she swore she would never do. She slugged Callie, right in the face. As Callie cried out in pain and outrage, she immediately regretted throwing the punch. "Callie, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—"

"You—" Callie threw a punch of her own, catching Alicia across the jaw, bloodying her lip, and spilling the ice over the cabin floor.

As Alicia was about to retaliate, she found herself pulled away by Joe. "Joe! Let go of me!" Frank had gone to Callie and set her down on the couch. "Lemme go!"

"Alicia," Joe said sternly, pushing her towards their private deck. "Go. Walk it off."

"But-!"

"No buts. You need to calm down. Go." Alicia spun on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her. Joe watched her go, then reached for the phone. "Hi, can we have some more ice up in room 14000? Thank you."