A/N: This is going to be a valentines episode. In June. You can skip if you dislike Solangelo, the chapters after this are not going to be focused on them alone.

'I thought you didn't like Valentines Day,' Will puffed, while dragging the picknick basket further down the beach.

'I don't,' I answered while struggling with the blanket, 'But it is an excuse to be together for some time. Just the two of us.'

'Which is why you thought to go picnicking. In February.'

'It seemed cheaper than eating out and Mary isn't working at Denny's today.'

'Ah.'

'We're almost there, Will.'

'I sure hope so.'

When we got to the middle of the beach, I decided we got out far enough. I let go of the blanket and fell down into the sand. 'Ugh.'

Will put the basket down. 'You better have chocolate.'

'You're in luck.'

Will smiled while he laid down next to me. 'Then it is okay,' he muttered, before pressing a kiss onto my mouth.

I put a hand on his shoulder. 'We have to lay out the blanket first,' I said, while making no effort to get up.

We stayed where we were for a few more seconds, before getting up with a sigh.

I laid out the blanket. Will put the basket onto it, so we could unpack. I brought chocolate, strawberries and cinnamon coca-cola.

Will raised his eyebrows. 'How long did it take to pick all those strawberries? There must be at least a hundred!'

'It wasn't that long, I think. And I honestly don't know how many I picked. A lot. Like, a lot.'

'Like a lot, a lot.' Will dropped onto the blanket. I sat down next to him, with my legs crossed.

Will reached for a strawberry. With his eyes closed, he tasted it. 'They're good.'

'They always are.'

With a smile he picked anohter one. 'Here.'

I took the strawberry from his hands and stuck it into my mouth. It was sweet and light and delicious.

'They're perfect. How sappy.' I began to smile. 'Exactly how I want it.' Will slowly nodded, while reaching for a third strawberry. 'It's not like I was expecting anything else. I mean, the strawberries are always great, that is just…'

'Shh.' Will put a finger on my lips. 'Nico, you can just let it be perfect.'

'But that's…'

'That's fine,' Will muttered, before handing me a piece of red deliciousness. 'It's fun.'

I felt myself blushed. 'Okay.'

Will smiled. He ate a strawberry, gave one to me, and then kissed me. Then he did it again, and again, until I pulled the trick on him before he could do it to me.

He chuckled. 'What are you doing?'

'Giving you a taste of your own medicine.'

'I like it.'

I smiled. 'That's good to hear, doc.'

He put his hands under his chin and sighed. 'Yeah. Can you imagine, Nico? In a few years, I'll be a real doc.'

'Wait... really? Eh...'

'Of course!' I'll be going to college soon. Then I'll be a real doc.'

'Oh, eh, yeah…'

Will reached for the strawberries again. He took two and handed one to me, but I was too scatterbrained to take it. College? What, he would be moving away?

Will raised an eyebrow, chuckled, and kissed me. I felt my nerves go down. Ah, college, what did it matter, we were here now. I closed my eyes.

Far too quickly, he let me go, but he kept his hands in my hair. I smiled like a dork.

He smiled back and kissed me again. Slowly, he pushed the bowl of strawberries away. I moved closer and wrapped my hands around his back.

Will put his hands around me as well. He fell down and pulled me with him, but neither of us got up, until we were to enstrangled with each other to move. I blushed - Will only laughed.

'I brought Cinnamon coca-cola,' I muttered, with my head still on his chest. 'Because… it felt like I should.'

'I like cinnamon coke,' Will answered, while we slowly got up.

'Yes.' I reached into the picnic basket and got out a bottle and two champagne glasses. Slowly, I poured out two glasses, while looking Will in the eye. He pushed some hair out of his face.

I handed him one of the glasses. We klinked them together and I took a sip. It was sweet and sugary and good.

I threw it all back in a single gulp, before throwing my glass into the sand next to me.

Will giggled and took a few more sips. When he lowered his glass, I leaned in for another kiss. We didn't even care that the rest of his drink fell into the sand.

'Are you cold?' I asked, after lots of kisses and strawberries and talking and chocolate and cola. I wasn't, but it was February, after all.

'No,' Will, my own personal space heater, muttered, while pulling me closer. He turned to the sea. 'Wanna go for a dive?'

I hesitated. 'Now that would be pretty cold...'

'We are close to camp.'

'Where everyone will see us and know what we did.'

'So what? They know what we did anyway. Might as well show it off.'

I felt my heart racing in my chest while Will took off his sweatshirt. I hid my mouth behind my hand.

Will softly grabbed my wrist and took my hand away from my face. 'Come. Together. And then quickly back to camp.'

I took a deep breath. I pulled my hands loose from Wills and pulled my own sweater over my head. 'Together. And then quickly back to camp.'

Even though we still had our pants on, we ran over the beach, to the sea. With a yelp, I jumped into the water. I pulled Will along.

We swam farther away from the shore. Will, who was still radiating warmth, pulled me closer and kissed me again.

'Is this a good new Valentine's Memory? To replace the old ones, that weren't good?'

Eh? Oh. 'Yes,' I muttered.

Will snickered in between kisses. 'Good.'

'I hope the old Pos doesn't get angry about this.'

Will laughed out loud. 'Let's hope he can appreciate lovers, now and then.'

A/N: Me writing this: Oh god this all goes way to far I am not innocent enough (Like girl this is nothing).

Cinnamon coke is good. I don't know why everyone hates it.

After writing this I thought 'I could do this with alcohol' but then again no

When you are writing this and then remember Valentines day is in february ergo it is cold as hel (Considering this is the northern hemisphere).

This is a little intermezzo. The next chapters together will be the last arc of This Might Be Crazy.