The spot they ended up finding was a pretty nice one, several trees were set up around their spot, causing natural shade, plus it was decently close to the water. As soon as their area was actually set up, the kids went to the designated changing area to get into their bathing suits. Rowan had gone with them, to embarrassed to put it on when Jamie-o was in the vicinity, and smiled politely at several different mothers and their children. As soon as they got there, Sam hesitated outside the boys changing area, not knowing if he should go in that one, or the girls. After a few polite exchanges with some young mothers, Rowan noticed Sam's hesitation and he smiled slightly.
"Sammy?" Rowan asked as he came beside him.
"Yes brother?" Sam replied, looking miserable.
"There's a family changing area over there that's free, wanna go use that one?" Rowan asked softly.
"Yeah, thanks brother," Sam replied, a smile coming back to his girly face. Both went into the larger stall, just before a young couple did, who probably had the wise idea for something a little more promiscuous. Rowan was quick to help his younger brother into his bathing suit, which consisted of boys swim trunks and avery simple girls top. Which was a small tube top with spaghetti straps that was dark blue like the swim trunks. The bathing suit top stopped right above and below his developing chest, not that Sam wanted his chest to develop he was just stuck with them until his eighteenth birthday. Sam turned around slightly as his brother changed, at twelve the thought of any nakedness was embarrassing. In spite of it though, he was excited about both his and Rowan's bathing suits. Rowan and him had shopped for the perfect swim suites months ago, ones that were cute, or in Rowan's case, sexy that'd be functional for a few months. When they had gotten Jackson, Rowan had scrambled to get the boys necessities, even dipping into their savings to get the youngest boy a bed, cloths and school supplies. They couldn't even afford the luggage they'd been saving for because of Jackson's needs. Jamie-o had been kind enough to lend some of his though.
'Pffft, stupid spoiled Jackson,' Sam snarled in his thoughts. He didn't hate his younger brother, Jackson was just an almost exact copy of their father, mentally and psychically.
"Hey, you ready?" Rowan asked behind him and Sam turned around. Embarrassingly enough, the younger sibling let out a girlish little squeal when he saw his big brother. Rowan had on a semi tight pare of shorts, stopping just mid thigh, accentuating his tan legs, making them look like they went on for miles.
"Jamie-o isn't gonna stop starin' brother," Sam said bouncing on his small feet. Lucky for Sam, he was already a tall child, standing, at twelve, at 5'3" and was proud of it. Their father was exrusiatingly tall, and both Sam and Jackson already showed signs of inheriting the Irishman's height. Rowan, again, pretty much inherited everything from their mother, outside a few things he'd gotten from their dad.
"I hope so Sammy, I really do," Rowan replied as he finished up tying a forrest green sarong around his slender waist. His long sable hair covered his slender back. Jamie-o hadn't really seen Rowan naked, or mostly naked, yet. Jamie-o had slept in just his boxers many times as he curled around Rowan, the younger male was terrified to show off his body to anyone outside those who would understand.
"Hey, you two done in there? We wanna go and Jamie-o would throw a fit if we left you two behind," Gerald called through the door.
"Coming Gerald, sorry for the delay," Sam replied and opened the door, leaving Rowan to shove their cloths into their back pack. Rowan followed a few seconds later, sliding into his sandals along the way. Sam had put on a loose t-shirt to cover his chest.
"Why'd you dress in there Sam? It would have been fine in the boys changing room," Arnold asked calmly as they walked back to their spot.
"No it would have. It would have been awkward for me to go in either boys or girl's dressing room as I am right now," Sam replied.
"Why?" Jackson asked, being a smart-ass.
"Cause I feel like a pervert when I go into the girls changing rooms and since I'm not a 'real' boy yet, it wouldn't be right for me to go into the boys changing rooms," Same replied honestly. Jackson gave her a hostile look, not liking the thought of sharing their brother. It wasn't that he wanted Rowan all to himself, it was more that being selfish was all he really understood and knew.
"Why do you want to be a boy anyway? You are a girl, period, you should live with that. Besides, don't you want to be a pretty little bride and pop out a crap tone of babies?" Jackson said, his voice somewhat cruel in his clear voice.
"Jackson Ernest O'neil! You had no right to be cruel to your brother, at all. Sam doesn't feel as though he is a girl, he feels like he is a boy. Your cruelness to Sam and myself are unneeded and unnecessary," Rowan scolded, his voice devastatingly stern. Both Jackson and Sam stared at their big brother in shock, Rowan had never scolded them, or at least not like that. Gerald, Arnold, and Timberly stared at the three quietly, the three of them waiting to see what would happen next. The six were still making their way to their chosen spot, not willing to stop right at the moment.
"Why should I be nice?" Jackson asked stubbornly, stopping to actually stomp one foot in an angry huff. Rowan stopped to, and had a scowl on his face that was eerily similar to their fathers.
"Because it isn't okay to treat your own family like they're worthless, to treat them like they're nothing," Rowan replied, his anger stirring.
"I don't do that. Besides, why do you favor Sam so much? What's so great about 'him'? He isn't even a real him," Jackson said huffily. Rowan sighed deeply and shook his head before he pinched the bridge of his slender but straight nose. Sam and the other three stared at the boy in surprise, not really expecting that little tidbit of information to come out of Jackson.
"I don't favor Sammy, Jackson. You just act like an asshole to everyone that you don't consider worthy. And because you're an asshole, no one wants to deal with you," Rowan replied, leaning down to look Jackson in the eyes better.
"No I'm not, and yes you do," Jackson said stubbornly, pout firm on his mouth.
"Jackson..." Rowan said warningly, really not in the mood for one of Jackson's tantrums.
"And that's the other thing, if you didn't favor Sam, she wouldn't have a nick name. I don't have one and since you don't favor, we both wont get one," Jackson replied haughtily, ignoring his brother's warning.
"Yes, we did, but you didn't like any that we picked. You said it was Jackson, just Jackson and nothing else," Sam replied hotly.
"You can't get everything you want Jackie, no one can. I have to parent and love you both, equally, end of story. The only reason Sammy and I are so close, is because we've always been that way and we've been together longer and through a lot more. If you want a close relationship, it has to be with both of us or neither," Rowan said before straightening.
"Man, your nothing but a stupid headed jerk," Timberly said before grabbing a hold of Gerald's hand as they began walking again. Jackson looked guilty as he followed his older siblings, though he was moody too. When they got back, Jamie-o was already sitting there in his swim-suite, he'd put it on before they had left. Surprisingly, the Pataki's were there, and unsurprisingly, Jamie-o looked very agitated. Especially since Olga kept yapping at him. Phoebe was the one who noticed them first and grinned broadly when she did.
"Gerald, Arnold," Phoebe called out joyously. Jamie-o pulled far away from Olga, even going so far as standing up to do so.
"God, what took you so..." Jamie-o froze completely when he saw Rowan. The Sarong swished at the smaller man's ankles as he smiled at his older lover apologetically.
"Sorry Jamie, Jackson had a slightly major break through on the way back from the changing rooms," Rowan said, his apologetic look turning slightly sheepish.
"That's completely fine, your here now. Do you need some help?" Jamie-o asked, walking closer to his lover. Olga, who had been talking non stop about herself for the past twenty minutes, stopped and frowned when the cute guy left her sitting alone. She turned to look to where he had gone to see the beautiful 'lady' she saw with him earlier that, the one who had been completely rude. A light green sarong with a darker green pattern swirling through it was wrapped around slender his slender hips. An open green shirt hung off his shoulders, not only exposing a slender chest. Olga gaped at the exposed olive chest that was tantalizing between the unbuttoned short sleeve shirt that Rowan had, in a fit of self consciousness, put on during the walk over. A silver nipple stud was pierced through his left nipple and it glinted in the sun when the sun actually hit it.
"Thanks Jamie," Rowan said, breaking Olga's stare.
"Hey, lady, your chest is exposed," Bob said loudly, looking at Rowan with a leer.
"I'm not a girl sir, I'm a guy," Rowan replied calmly as Jamie-o grabbed his cloths bag.
"Honey, you can't be a guy, your too feminine and pretty for to be one. So, stop acting like floozy and put on a top," Olga said, her soft voice cheery as ever. Miriam stayed quiet, waiting to see if this stranger would put her eldest in her place again.
"What the fuck lady, I'm a guy, end of story. If you want proof, I'll drop my trousers right now," Rowan snapped, his voice deepening slightly as it rose in volume. His temper was flaring badly again because of this women, mostly due to the fact that he was anxious about Jamie-o possibly liking her. Jamie-o was the first decent relationship he had outside Sam, and he was always anxious that Jamie-o would wise up and leave him.
Olga stared at the smaller male in surprise, her blue eyes looking at the scar on his face before sliding down to his slender neck. She gaped slightly when she spotted the Adams apple in the center of the 'lady's' neck. He really was a guy. But what was Jamie-o doing with him.
"Y-you have an Adams apple," Olga said, stunned.
"No shit sherlock, of course I have and Adams apple. All guys do, gods above are not observant," Rowan snapped again, a scowl on his face. He really wasn't in the right head space for this.
"Woah, Jubes, calm down, this lady isn't even worth it, trust me. Come on will ya? You ain't never been to a lake and you need to have fun," Jamie-o said soothingly while he grabbed his lovers hand and tried pulling him towards the lake. Rowan's clothing bag was already situated on one of their towels.
"All right, all right, your right, I'm coming. But don't expect me to apologize right now," Rowan huffed out. Rowan was to irritated to be shy as he took off his shirt and sarong. As he put his long hair up into a messy bun, he notice both Jamie-o and Olga watching him do all this heatedly. The kids, who had gotten bored, had already run off to swim.
"What?" Rowan asked, biting his lower lip in embarrassment. His hands finally done with his hair, started ringing his hands nervously, unsure of what the other two were staring at.
"You look sexy as hell Jubes, never forget that," Jamie-o murmured, a lecherous grin on his face as he pulled Rowan to him. Rowan blushed scarlet and looked down at his feet as best he could.
"Thank you Jamie, really," Rowan replied, reaching up to tug at a loose strand of sable hair. Olga felt like an idiot for not seeing their relationship earlier, she felt heartbroken at this fact.
"Come on, we better go in before the filthy brats drown or something," Jamie-o said teasingly as he tugged Rowan towards the water. In-spite of it being kind of crappy that day, Jamie-o always managed to make him feel better in the long run. As Rowan was tugged toward the water, he prayed silently that Jamie-o would, at the very least, stay in his life for as long as whatever god existed permitted