Hiya! It's time to be swept away into the universe of Scomiche (it's real, people. It. Is. REAL.)! Inspired by Scott and Mitch's Instagram about their trip to Fiji. I know that it was several months ago, but still. It was really fun to write about. This story also has a little Kavi as well (Kevin/Avi).

The summary; Clear waters, strawberry smoothies, tumbling waves, hooking up with your best friend, waffles, and sunscreen. Where are we, children? Fiji, no less.

Thank you for your reviews, favorites, and follows! Enjoy!

"We should go on a cruise!" Scott said excitedly. He opened up the curtains of their hotel room abruptly, filling the room with bright light. The view from the window was stunning; a gorgeous ocean spread out along the sand, lush flowers blooming in the grass three stories below, and endless sunshine. A perfect day.

His boyfriend Mitch mumbled something about getting the damn light away from his eyes before he turned over in bed. The brunette was the one of the pair that had been the most sleep-deprived (planes. Ugh.) and therefore was intent on sleeping in.

Rolling his eyes, the baritone walked to the only bed in the entire room, climbed on it, and started to shake his partner silly.

"Scott-!"

"Come on, Mitchie! Get up, get up, get up!" It was insane how much energy Scott had this early in the morning. "We're in Fiji. There's so much that we need to do while we're here."

Mitch finally heaved himself into a sitting position, yawning and rubbing his eyes. Bags hung under them, evidence of stress, but even with them the blonde still found his lover attractive. The smaller of the two sighed blearily, offering a faint smile.

"You're crazy, Scott Hoying. Crazy." He yawned again. The sunshine was warm and helping him to wake up. Obtaining coffee was also on the agenda. "But you're my kind of crazy."

"You know it." Said crazy person winked and kissed Mitch on the cheek. "Now, would you get your lazy ass out of bed? We promised Kirstie and Kevin and Avi that we'd meet them downstairs for breakfast. It's almost 9 o'clock."

"Only 9?" Mitch said with dismay. He winced when the light of the sun hit his pupils. "Babe, you promised that we wouldn't have to do anything until at least noon."

A sheepish smile spread across the other singer's face. "Getting up doesn't count."

"You know..." The brunette had just noticed that Scott was still in his pajamas (aka sweatpants and a tank top that hugged his body quite nicely). An idea crept into his head. "...we could stay in bed all day. Just you and me." He subtly fluttered his eyelashes and traced a hand down the baritone's bare arm. "Twenty four hours. You. Me. In bed. What do you think?" Leaning away from the warm sheets, the countertenor pressed their lips together.

Of course, if the pair were anywhere else, Scott would've accepted the offer without hesitation. Usually he'd give anything to have Mitch Grassi in bed with him for an extended period of time. Alas, they were in Fiji. A tropical destination of many activities besides sex. Sure, there would be that, but there was boating and surfing and sightseeing and so, so much more. Why would he waste that precious time in bed?

"Nice try." The blonde commended. "Now get out of bed, Janet, before everybody thinks we got lost in the jungle or something."

Mitch pouted at him, then gathered the blankets around him and pulled them over his head. A wordless Fight me if you dare. Since he was so used to his boyfriends mannerisms (pre their romantic relationship, they had been best friends. They still were, obviously, only now on a more intimate level. If that was possible) the blue-eyed man didn't spare a second. He yanked the sheets away and grabbed his counterpart around the waist, ignoring the protests and profanities flying in his direction, with a single heave lifting Mitch out of bed.

"PUT ME DOWN!" Ordered the small queen.

"Nope." Scott used his left arm to hold up the shorter man (whose arms encircled his neck to make sure he wasn't dropped), reaching for the room key with his right. He walked a few steps, slid the key in the door, and closed it behind them. The hallway was silent, a sign that many were asleep.

"Scott Hoying, I'm going to murder you-" His hissed threat was cut off as Scott Hoying himself kissed him. "Don't you think you can distract me with kisses, mister!"

The elevator was in plain sight. "I'm not going to distract you with kisses. I'm going to distract you with food."

Kirstie greeted the two with a simple smile when they arrived to the breakfast section of the first floor. There were a couple people milling about; gathering pancakes, snatching yogurt from the fridge, yawning at their tables. Breakfast had begun fifteen minutes ago, which was not enough time for sane people to drag themselves from their slumber for the sole sake of smoked sausages.

The mezzo was sitting at a booth that she had picked out, beautifully decorated with yellow and orange flowers and several birds. The carpet beneath her feet was tan and neat, immaculate, even. She looked well put together for such an early hour; in her heart she held a special place for make up, yet usually she kept her face nude in front of her friends. That was true now with the exception of a single coat of mascara.

"Hey, guys." She waved and gestured for Mitch to sit across from her. Scott knew that his boyfriend wasn't actually that mad at him for dragging him out of bed (literally) since he had put him down in the elevator and they had held hands as they walked to their friend, but the brunette gave a playful glare as he took his seat.

"Where are Avi and Kevin? They both wake up early as hell. I've never seen them late to anything." The blonde remained standing.

An eyebrow arched. "I don't know. I thought the four of you would arrive as a group." Kirstie responded.

"Hm." Scott's stomach growled. "I guess they wouldn't mind if we started eating without them. I'll make us waffles." He wandered over to the breakfast table.

Twenty minutes went by; the time it took for the trio to finish their food after it was cooked and to chat quietly amongst themselves about what they were going to do that day. It was long enough that Kirstin started to worry.

"Maybe I should call Avi." She extracted her phone from the pocket of her shorts (she was already dressed to go out, unlike Scott and Mitch. The latter was in a thin tank top and the former was in super short shorts and an oversized shirt). She almost finished punching in the number when suddenly the elevator dinged and both vocal percussionists came into view.

Avi's hair was pulled back in a messier version of his usual tight bun, and his clothes (though more appropriate for outside interaction that Mitch and Scott's) were rumpled and wrinkled. Kevin staggered behind his best friend, his expression wild and his outfit all over the place.

Finally the two reached the table their friends were sitting at. The beat boxer almost stumbled into said table, but the bassist grabbed his arm and pulled him back before he could hurt himself. Kevin sent him a grateful smile after a moment of hesitation.

Noting that the trio's plates were covered in crumbs and syrup, the bearded man expressed hurriedly, "Sorry we were late. Kevin...forgot to set the alarm. We'll just go grab some eggs and bacon."

With that Avi took his brown-eyed friend by the arm again and yanked him towards the breakfast layout. Kevin hadn't even gotten in a 'hi'.

Mitch gave the retreating band members a strange look. He then turned to Scott and Kirstie and said, "The fuck?"

"I have no idea." The mezzo replied as she also stared after the pair.

The baritone put an arm around his boyfriend, who automatically leaned into his chest. "Kevin never forgets to go anywhere. Like never. And he sets his alarm to half an hour before he should actually get up."

"You're right." Mitch mused. "Huh. That's weird."

"Maybe they hooked up last night." Scott suggested mildly. His two companions, along with himself, immediately burst into laughter at the prospect. Kevin and Avi hook up? Ha! They were such solid friends that they wouldn't kiss if you gave them a million dollars. Each.

It took a minute, but the two in question returned to the booth with their plates of eggs and bacon, as promised. Avi slid in next to Kirstie and Kevin followed suit. The mezzo was now squashed at the end of her seat, making Mitch (who was also skinny and had been squished many times due to being so) gave her a sympathetic look. He decidedly snuggled closer to his boyfriend.

"So." The beat boxer spoke for the first time that morning. His voice was slightly higher than normal, and he fixed it by clearing his throat. "Did you guys decide what we're going to do today?"

"Scott wants to go on a cruise around the island, and that poor girl over yonder wants to play with the dolphins or surf." The small brunette piped up.

"What did you say you wanted to do?"

"Stay in bed." Mitch grumbled. The blonde sitting next to him chuckled, playfully attempting to kiss his forehead. The countertenor, still staying in their embrace, swatted at the mouth seeking his skin and grumbled some more. "Or...hmm. Maybe sunbathe. Mommy never gets enough Vitamin D."

The bassist reached for the salt, his hand accidentally brushing Kevin's. With a small smile, the man with brown eyes handed his friend the shaker, not failing to notice that a faint pink tinged Avi's cheeks in embarrassment (Mitch noticed this too. He chose to lock it in the back of his mind to question Kevin about later).

"Kirstie already booked a surfing lesson..." She beamed. Scott's next words carried a flatter tone. "Without telling us." Here her shoulders drooped when everybody sent her a even glance. "Meaning we're going to be learning to surf whether we like it or not. I think it's in an hour and a half. After that we can chill on the beach. And then after that-well, I don't know, I didn't get to that point yet." The baritone's face scrunched in response to the several giggles aimed at him. "Anyway, the day is ours. But I still want to go on a cruise."

"We will, babe, okay?" Mitch rolled his eyes, carrying splenetic along with fondness. He shouldn't have been shocked and wasn't; Scott was persistent as shit. And the blonde loved tropical areas.

Avi held his fork in the middle of the air, thinking. "Are we going to a bonfire tonight?"

The mezzo, her lungs feeling suffocated, pushed at the bassists arm in order to get him to move. He shuffled over after a murmured apology, resting his knee against Kevin's.

"I think we're going to go to one for dinner." Kristin replied steadily, her bones no longer crushed.

"Great!" Mitch said enthusiastically. He jumped from his seat and began to gather all of the dirty paper plates and napkins. "So, now that our day is all planned out, Queen is going to go back upstairs with her King and take a nice long shower. Meet us at the front of the hotel in an hour?"

Everybody nodded at this, their friends tone igniting excitement in them as well. Finally they were going to be able to take a break! A break from the rushed sipping of crappy morning coffee, from nights where the group stayed up so late comparing new song lyrics that they passed out mid-afternoon, from singing all day everyday to until their voices turned rough or squeaky.

A break! In Fiji, no less!

Scott grinned as his boyfriend grabbed his arm and yanked him out of his spot. The brunette blew the remaining trio a kiss and tugged the blonde towards the elevator with a, "See you guys in a few!"

"How is he doing that?" Kevin asked incredulously. An empty bottle of water was clutched in one of his hands, and he used his other to point at a certain tall baritone several hundred feet away who was riding a wave like he had been doing so all his life.

Pentatonix had met up at the hotel entrance as they all had said they would, catching a local bus to ride to their surfing lesson. Kirstie had wiped out a few times, yet did not give up and eventually could take on the smaller waves. Avi was the same deal. Scott, however, once he was instructed on how to stand, keep his balance, and paddle, seemed to have an intuition with the ocean, both catching and riding waves with ease.

Mitch and Kevin were lying on the beach relaxing. The countertenor had attempted to surf and had been doing fairly well until he'd tumbled underwater due to the lightness of his body and did not resurface for a solid minute and a half. He wanted to go again, but Scott had begged him not to for fear he would hurt himself because he was so small.

The beat boxer was just terrible at the sport and had chosen to stick with his friend on the beach to prevent permanent brain damage.

Pride swelled in the tiny brunette's heart as he watched his partner expertly ride his wave. "I don't know. He's damn impressive, though. That performance is winning him some kisses tonight."

He casually sipped the strawberry smoothie that was set in the sand next to him. Sunglasses glinting, Mitch tilted his head to the sun's warmth and sighed his contentment. This was the life. Fiji was pretty amazing (he still liked Iceland better, though).

Kevin stretched next him. "Avi and I heard you two last night."

"Oh, yeah?" The smaller man felt curious and sly (a truly scary combination for whomever he wanted to mettle with). Not expecting much, he shot back sassily, "Well, Scott and I heard you two last night."

A choked sound emerged. "W-What? You heard us?"

"Yup." Mitch smirked. "You were up almost as late as us."

"Oh, god." Kevin turned away and buried his face in his hands. "I can't believe you heard us doing stuff. I thought we were being quiet enough."

This made the brunette perk up. "Wait a minute, you guys actually, like, did stuff last night?"

The vocal percussionist seemed to realize his mistake at the sound of Mitch's unbelieving tone. He abruptly covered his own mouth with his hand and shook his head violently, which pretty much gave it away.

"Oh my god!" Sand flew into the air as a person suddenly sat up from their previous position. "You guys actually hooked up last night? Oh my god!"

"Shhh!" Kevin held a finger to his lips. "Mitch-"

"Holy shit, you guys kissed and everything!? Was he good? How far did you go? Did Avi feel bad about tainting your innocence? How long? Tell me everything!" The countertenor squealed in one big rush of words. His brown eyes sparked from behind his glasses, and he whipped them off so that the sight could be known.

"Why would I tell you everything? What even is everything?" Was what was sputtered in shame.

"Oh my god, I knew you guys would get together one of these days. I'm telling Scott-"

"NO!" Kevin almost screamed in horror. The loud noise made Mitch shrink back. "You can't tell anybody! I wasn't even supposed to tell you!"

"Then why did you?"

A sharp smacking sound could then be heard; the beat boxer slapping his forehead. "That slipped out by accident! Avi is going to kill me if he realizes you know."

"Your secret is safe with me. Maybe." Giggling lightly, the smaller of the two could barely resist jumping up and running around in a circle with giddiness. So the pair really had hooked up the night before. It explained everything, really; why they smiled at each other weirdly at breakfast (and why they arrived late, together, and with their clothing rumpled), why they blushed when they came in physical contact with each other, and why in the past few days before the trip they had been lingering in each other's presence. It all added up.

Aww. The pair were as attached to their counterpart as Scott and Mitch were.

...actually, that was kind of frightening.

"Hey, you guys! Have any more sunscreen? My skin is literally peeling off." Scott appeared from the edge of the ocean and started to jog towards his friends. Shaking the water from his hair, he kept his surfboard off the ground with ease, finally reaching his boyfriend's side and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "Hi, Mitch."

Said brunette, despite Kevin's warning, planned on telling Scott everything later in private, but for now focused on rooting though the giant-ass beach bag that he had lugged along. After extra towels, tanning oil, and several more pairs of sunglasses had been sifted through and pushed aside, a bottle of sunscreen was held in the air in triumph, then handed to the one who needed it the most.

"You're killing those waves, Scott." Kevin appraised, clearly wishing to forget about the conversation he had just taken part in. The baritone grinned his thanks as he applied the thick white goop to his nose and cheeks.

"It's a lot more fun than I thought it was going to be. But the lesson is over and I have to give the board back. Kirstie and Avi should be walking over in a few minutes." The tallest of the five gave Mitch a puppy-dog look. "Can we please come here tomorrow? I wanna surf again."

A laugh broke loose from the countertenor. "Of course, babe." He remembered something. "Oh! And guess what? I snatched a pamphlet when we were walking out of the hotel-you know, that big notice board thing?-and there's a free boat tour of the island in an hour. I thought you would want to go. And there's a coupon on the cover. So yeah."

"That sounds great." Hyper from adrenaline and the thrill of surfing, Scott leaned down and kissed Mitch long and hard. It made both of them dizzy. Pulling away, he smiled softly and said, "This is amazing. Like you."

Pink bloomed across the tinier man's neck at the compliment. No matter how many times his boyfriend commended him, he could never get over it without blushing. "Trust me, it's even better than you think it is." His other half whispered back. A furrowed eyebrow was the response, and a shake of the head was the response to that. "I'll tell you everything later, mmmkay?"

Soon, the mezzo and bass joined the group lacking their surfboards and informed Scott that he had to return his. While he was gone the brunette informed the two of the tour and asked if they wanted to go. They accepted instantly, eager to take a long break from being tossed around by water, and dried off as quickly as they could. The blonde returned to find his band members with clothes over their swimsuits and gathering a bus fair. He chipped in five dollars of his own, and then they were on their way.

Jellyfish were over 90% water. More of space has been mapped out than the ocean floor. The largest mountain range on earth is underwater. Check, check, and check.

The only reason why Scott knew that was because their tour guide was a very animated man that was passionate everybody on the medium-sized boat be informed about...well, about everything. Already, the names of twenty different tropical fish had been announced and the tour wasn't even halfway over yet. Kirstie sent the baritone an overwhelmed look; it was like their Marine Biology class all over again.

Eventually the constant flow of information became too much for him and he decided to move away from the attentive tourists and seek out Mitch, whom listened to the lecture for about thirty seconds, called bullshit, and disappeared to the deck. The rest of Pentatonix stayed with the crowd. Scott noted that Avi and Kevin stood with their shoulders touching, an unusual feat for them since they each preferred personal space.

Mitch was leaning against the boat rail, sea spray rising in front of him. The remarks of the tour guide had faded with every step the blonde had taken towards the countertenor until they could only be reached through many doors and hallways. Scott snuck up behind his boyfriend quietly, waited a second, and then slowly curled his arms around the brunette's thin waist, pressing his larger body to Mitch's warm back. The feeling was nice.

"Hi." A high voice said quietly. Mitch cozied up to his counterpart, completely happy. "Isn't the ocean so beautiful? And the sky..." He trailed off, unable to explain just how he interpreted the strong blue. An idea hit him. "It looks like your eyes."

"That's nice." The baritone nuzzled the soft skin of Mitch's neck. "This has been the best day. We haven't even gotten to the bonfire yet."

"Ooh, I almost forgot to tell you! Kevin and Avi hooked up last night."

"I knew it." Scott stated, nodding. "That explains a damn lot."

"Right? That's exactly what I was thinking when I found out. See, this is why we're perfect for each other. You can read my mind." The small man gazed at the island of Fiji, the size of his palm in the distance. They would be staying there for the rest of the week. Nothing but relaxation, strawberry smoothies, and nightly cuddles for a whole week. Perfection.

Tilting his head, the brunette granted Scott a light, brief kiss, before turning his face to the sea to watch the waves roll by.