Author's Note: Yes, I know the grammar sucked. If I have a beta/time I will go back and fixed them. But I decided to post this chapter quickly before I go back to my other fandom. Please understand thanks. This story is still far from over. It's a drama story, so to everyone who asked about the shark, this is more about the characters' lives.

Bob's grandmother decided that he didn't need anymore punishment after what happened with him and the shark incident more than a month ago. Bob wasn't grounded anymore but his grandmother had sternly telling him not to look for trouble. Bob argued that they were saving Tina, but she wouldn't listen. He decided to stay low in front of his grandmother. He told her that he would spend some time with his friends in town instead at the beach or anywhere near water; which was very hard because they lived in an island.

To tell the truth, Bob missed the ocean. He missed sailing with his friends, or just hanging out near the beach, watching the girls and making fun of the tourists.

Ever since the shark incident, the island was doubled with tourists and reporters. You'd think that the news about giant shark that had been eating people for the last half of a decade at the same tourist destination would put people off, but apparently it just made them curious. Tourists were flocking from the mainland and the townspeople found themselves swimming with money. Len Peterson and most of townspeople were delighted.

Bob wasn't grounded anymore – but it didn't mean that he could do whatever he wants. So as he climbed down from the window in the middle night, carefully not to wake his grandmother, he thought he was going to hell for lying to his nana. He quietly walked out from his front yard and ran in the middle of the night, towards the dog beach.

Patrick stood under Lucy's window and threw some small pebbles on it. The quiet taps from the pebbles woke Lucy up and she walked to the window. She saw Patrick waved his hand and sighed. She opened the window sill, looked down, and whispered yelled, "What are you doing?"

"We're going to the dog beach." Patrick answered.

"What? In the middle of night?" She didn't want to remember that the beach looked scary in the middle of the night.

"Come on, everyone is gonna be there."

"Who?"

"Everyone." Patrick looked up and motioned her to come down.

"I'm not coming."

"Come on, Lucy. We're having a bon fire."

"My parents are gonna kill me."

"No they won't." Patrick begged her.

Lucy shook her head and said, "NO." She closed the window and sat on her bed. She crossed her arms in front of her chest and sighed. Now she couldn't sleep. Few minutes later, she heard a grunt and a tap on her window. She widened her eyes when she saw Patrick was clinging on the side of her window and opened it. "Good God, Patrick!" She opened the window and ushered him inside. He tumbled down and she shushed him. "Do you want my parents to find out?" Before she could say anything more, Patrick stood up and hugged her. "Patrick, what are you –"

Patrick kissed her deeply which surprised her. She circled her arms around his neck and kissed him back. They fell back on her bed, with her on top of him. Their make out session was really hot, for a while Patrick forgotten the reason why he came over to her house. It was when he touched her torso and she winced, he drew his hand back and broke off the kiss. "God, I'm sorry."

"It's okay." Her lips were swollen and her hair was tousled, Patrick thought she looked beautiful.

"I miss you, Lucy…" He sat up and kissed her. She giggled quietly when he kissed her neck and she straddled him. "I haven't seen you for a while… you've been spending time in the church for a while, you barely have time with me…" The very mention of church sobered her up, especially when his hand already inside her shirt and touched her breast. She gasped a little and then pushed him away and stood up. She then walked away from him and paced around the room. Patrick was flabbergasted – what just happened?

"Lucy… is there something wrong?"

"Patrick… I think you should go." Lucy said quietly. She had a guilty look, and she couldn't see him in the eyes.

"Not until you tell me what's wrong."

Lucy looked at Patrick, who looked at her with his puppy dog eyes. She wanted to cry, but she had to do this. And it broke her heart that she had to do this.

"Patrick…. I love you." She said. Patrick looked at her and then smiled and he was about to say the same thing when she cut him off. "That is why it's so hard for me to tell you… that… I'm breaking up with you."

It took several seconds for Patrick to absorb what she just said. He blinked several times and he felt like someone just punched him in the gut. "What did you just say?!"

"Keep your voice down."

Patrick inhaled and breathed hard. This was not happening. His girlfriend didn't just say that she was breaking up with him!

"Why… what… I don't understand." Lucy sniffled and Patrick made a move to console her, when she backed away. Tears were visible from her eyes. "Lucy… I love you. And you love me, I don't understand why…" She sobbed a bit but managed to compose herself. She sat down next to Patrick on her bed and looked down at her fingers. Patrick moved his hands and intertwined his fingers with hers. He kissed her head and buried his face to her hair. She smelled like fresh vanilla. "Is it… because of the sex? Lucy, you know I never pressure you or anything. I don't mind waiting…"

Lucy put her fingers to his mouth to stopped him from talking some more. "Patrick… when that shark… attacked us… I thought we were going to die, and I almost lost hope that we weren't able to see each other again, alive…" She looked at his face. How much she loved him and it was very hard to say this. "And then I remember when we were floating and everyone else was screaming and in panic and I just… pray." She looked at him, teary. "And it worked as everyone was quiet and calm. And everyone was able to work together – well, apart from Jackie." Patrick rolled his eyes. Jackie was a nuisance. "When that shark…."

"Yeah…?" He whispered and leaned his head onto her.

She closed her eyes. "When that shark avoided me, and only managed to scrap me, I saw my life passing me by. And… I saw myself in a church wearing a white gown. And…" She paused and stood up. She paced around the room. "I felt like the Lord had saved me."

"Of course, Lucy. God saved us all."

"No, Patrick. Marge and that pilot died. And we almost died too. For some reason, that shark DIDN'T kill me. It went past me like I was nothing. That was impossible."

"Miracle happens every time…"

"Exactly! A miracle." Lucy spread her arms. "It happened to me." She kneeled in front of him and held his hands. "God has chosen me." She looked at him expectantly.

"I still don't understand why we're breaking up."

"Don't you see, Patrick? God has chosen me not to die so I can serve Him."

"Okay…"

"Patrick…" She looked at him. "I have to tell you something."

The boys were already settled in the beach. There was a bonfire and everyone surrounded it while drinking some beer and smoking some pot. They missed this: hanging out in the beach and just having fun.

The boys were passing up the joint and they were talking freely. Larry was telling a funny joke, and everyone was laughing. Andy was telling his day cleaning up the boats and yachts in the marina, and how much the tourists were pain in the ass. Bob was telling a story about his grandmother was forcing him to take her to the beauty salon, and everyone was teasing him whether he would get his hair done. Douglas was telling the guys about how much Dawn of the Dead was scary and everyone was making fun of him because he was so scared during the movie. Michael was telling that he had to take a second job at a bookstore, but the reporters were harassing him constantly. Timmy was telling how much he liked Brooke, which his friends were teasing him.

"Too bad Polo is not here." Michael made a comment.

"Yeah, Polo usually brings grade 'A' quality of grass." Larry nodded and everyone agreed.

"Where's Patrick?" Andy asked while smoking his joint.

"I think he mentioned that he wants to bring Lucy." Douglas answered.

"Far out." Andy said while passing the joint to Michael.

"Hey, that's Brooke!" Bob said and Timmy immediately perked. The guys laughed as he basically flew over her and greeted her. "And she's bringing Tina." Douglas stood up immediately.

Larry looked up and saw two girls were walking down the beach, hand in hand. Larry looked away and drank his beer.

"Come on girls, sit here!" Timmy said to both girls happily. Brooke just laughed and pecked Timmy on the cheek which made everyone clapped their hands.

"Shut up!" Timmy said.

"Here, we have some blankets." Andy gallantly put a blanket on the sand, and the girls sat on blanket, facing the fire. "You guys wanna some drinks?" He tossed them some beers. Douglas hurriedly sat next to Tina, and almost pushed Andy in the process. Andy rolled his eyes, and everyone grinned for Douglas' obvious antic. Timmy sat next to Brooke, and they immediately cuddled. Tina smiled to everyone – she felt awkward, but she didn't want to show it.

"You look great, Tina." Bob said.

Tina smiled and said, "Thanks. I feel great."

"That's awesome." Michael said. "Mom said you should come over to have dinner with us. Sean misses you." Larry looked up to Michael and frowned. He realized that Michael wasn't hitting on her, so he looked away again.

Tina's smile grew and she said, "Thanks, Mikey. How nice of you. Yeah, I will come."

"What? We're not invited? How rude!" Andy pouted jokingly. Everyone laughed except Larry. He glanced at Tina, who seemed had a glow. She wasn't pale anymore. But there was still a hint of sadness in her eyes, and Larry saw it.

"Dude, tell me if you grew a pair of boobs and I will invite you." Michael said and laughed when Andy threw him a marshmallow.

"Where's Patrick?" Brooke asked. She was leaning on Timmy and he circled his arms from behind.

"He's picking up Lucy." Douglas offered the joint to Tina, who looked at it reluctantly, but took it anyway. Everyone watched Tina smoked it and then passed it to Brooke. Tina closed her eyes – she needed this; some relaxation with her friends. Maybe it would keep her mind from Eddie…

"Did you guys see Lucy the other day?" Timmy asked.

"Yeah… it was weird, though. She was being weird." Brooke answered while Tina glanced at Larry. He stared at her, and then looked away. He didn't say any word towards the girl at all ever since they arrived at the beach.

"Weird like how?" Bob asked while opening a new beer.

"She was talking about Jesus this, Jesus that, God this, God that… and she was like… in trance or something. Right, Tina?" Brooke nudged Tina with her shoe. Tina nodded but didn't say a word. Her cheeks suddenly felt warm as she felt Larry's look upon her.

"Huh. I wonder what happened. I mean, Patrick is taking forever coming here." Andy said.

"Probably they're doing it." Larry made a comment. Everyone chuckled and looked at him. This was the first time he opened his mouth since the girls arrived. "The man needs some lovin'. It's been a while, you know."

"That's crude." Tina said.

"But it's true." Larry said. He stared at Tina again, and Tina looked away. She was shivering, and Douglas thought it was pretty windy so he offered her his jacket. Tina didn't say anything but she wrapped herself with Douglas jacket and thanked him quietly.

"Well, we should do this more often. Let's go back next week and have a bon fire in the middle night when the adults are sleeping and nobody is bothering us." Andy said.

"Hear, hear." Everyone agreed.

"Maybe Polo would be here." Tina suddenly said. "I haven't seen him for a while." Larry narrowed his eyes; it was apparent that he didn't like the idea that Tina was asking about Polo. Tina didn't mean anything by asking about Polo. He was their friends, but it was obvious that Larry was jealous. And only Brooke, Andy, Bob, and Michael saw this new behavior from him.

Larry likes Tina… shit.

Douglas cleared his throat. "Well, Polo will be back when the school starts. You know how his parents are. They want him to go to the Ivy League or something."

"Speaking of college, I can't believe you're ditching us Mikey." Andy said.

"I told you, I'm not ditching you guys. It's just… I decided that I want to go to college outside the state. It doesn't mean that I hate here, guys. Will you relax?"

"You're not an islander, so you don't know how it feels." Douglas said.

"Oh, don't give me that crap." Michael threw a marshmallow to him, and Douglas caught it with his mouth. Everyone clapped their hands and laughed. Even Larry cracked a smile to see his friends behaving. He glanced again to Tina who was smiling at Douglas.

"Hey, that's Patrick!" Timmy said and waved his hand. They saw Patrick was walking slowly towards the group. He had his head low and his posture seemed down. "Wassup with him?"

Patrick arrived at the bon fire, and for a while he couldn't say anything. Everyone was looking at him, confused.

"Patrick? Wassup, buddy?" Andy stood up and put his hand on his shoulder. He was surprised to see Patrick's eyes were red when he looked up. "Dude, are you alright?"

"Hey…" Patrick croaked. He had his hands shoved down into his pockets. "Pretty cool weather, huh?"

"Patrick… are you okay, dude?" Larry asked and patted a space next to him.

Patrick sat down next to Larry while Andy grabbed him a beer. "Do you have anything stronger than beer?"

"Dude, what's going on? Where's Lucy?" Brooke asked. The very mention of Lucy made Patrick hurt, and he lowered his head trying to keep his tears fall down. "Patrick?"

"Ah, sorry guys. I didn't mean to be a downer."

Larry put his hand on his shoulder and squeezed it. "What's wrong?" He whispered. Everyone was looking at him curiously.

Patrick gave a half sob half chuckle. "Tina and me… well, we just broke up."

"WHAT?" Everyone was so surprised.

"Oh my God, Patrick… what happened?" Tina asked.

Patrick looked up from the very mention of God. "GOD happened, that's what." He sniffled.

"What the hell happened?" Larry asked quietly.

Patrick wiped a tear roughly from his cheek. Everyone looked at him in confusion. "Lucy… has decided…" He looked at his friends. "She has decided that she wants to become a nun."