This is kinda lame but idk, my own holidays with my friends inspired me this so… I wrote it when I came back a few weeks ago haha. Slightly inspired by the concept of the "Beach House" episode, applied to a Students AU.

Title are some lyrics from the song Sun Is Shining by Axwell Λ Ingrosso.

If you come back here, Guest, thanks a lot for your review on my latest OS! :3

Amy Santiago loves her annual weekend by the beach.

She loves being able to relax for two days, buried in a book under the sun, occasionally joining her friends into the water for some games (last year Jake made her jump from the rocks that surround the place, and though it was scary as hell and she got stuck up there for more than thirty minutes, her hand crushing the young man's arm as she was looking down and she swore to never ever do that again when she finally managed to jump, some part of her still found it quite exciting).

She loves partying all night long too, a major contrast to her calm activities of the day, and forget about everything, letting all the stress of the past year fade away from her whole body as alcohol takes over her and she and the persons around discover another part of hers they didn't know she had within with each new drink she takes down – each new year one more than the last.

(This year, she's about to experience 5-drink-Amy.)

She loves being surrounded by some of the closest people she has but now can't see as often as she did when they were all still in high school. She loves that it's become kind of an habit of theirs, going camping at the same place at the end of every academic year since their graduation, to be all reunited again and have the time of their lives, just as they used to do.

What she doesn't love, though, is to suddenly be taken back from the imaginary world she's been stuck into for the past hour and a half by her name being called – yelled would be a more appropriate term – several times for afar, a loud and clear "AMY!" echoing throughout the entire place, making her and other strangers look around in exasperation to see who's calling and why. This better be something really important, she swears between her teeth, because she's just been interrupted in the best part of her book so far – some clues about the fictional murder she's been reading about have just been given away for the reader to identify who did it.

(She already knows who did – guessed it around page 46 – but still.)

It doesn't take her long to spot Jake in the distance, up on a rock above the ocean, waving at her with a huge grin appearing on his face the instant their eyes meet. His enthusiasm seems to be catching, because she soon finds herself smiling back at him, her annoyance now completely forgotten. "Amy," he calls one last time when he sees he has her whole attention. "Look at this!"

And then, with now further explanation or waiting, his gaze never leaving hers the whole time, he jumps into the water, disappearing into it for a few seconds before resurfacing proudly, his dark curls now falling flat on his face.

What a child, Amy thinks, but can't help a giggle from escaping her throat at the sight of her friend so happy with himself before going back to her reading.

She's soon interrupted again, though, when only a few minutes later Jake is back on the beach, and by her side. "So," he asks her excitedely, "what did you think of it? Wasn't it wonderful?!"

She sighs, putting her book away for the second time in not so long. "What did I think of what?" she asks back, not really understanding what he means with his interrogation.

"My jump, what else?! Was it good? Were you impressed?"

She wants to act exasperated, at first, that he would prevent her from enjoying her quiet moment with such a silly question, but when she looks at him through her sunglasses, and sees inside of his brown eyes that it seems really important for him to have her opinion on it, she finally answers him with a voice full of sincerity and gentleness. "It was really cool. I was quite impressed."

"Would have been cooler if you'd come with me," he acknowledges playfully, a grin lightening his features at hearing her answer.

Her heart does something strange in her chest in response, but she choses not to think too much about it. "You know I will never do that again," she simply reminds him. "It's way too scary for me."

"Yeah, I remember that," he laughs as the images of his scared friend comes back to his mind. "My poor arm that hurt for two days after you destroyed it remembers as well."

She laughs along with him. "Hey, it was you who insisted on making me come up there with you!" she complains anyway, just for form.

"Was wort it."

There's a moment of silence after that, and Amy takes it as the end of their conversation, as the time when she'll be able to finally go back to her book. She's wrong – oh so wrong. Because then Jake starts rambling again, and it doesn't look like he wants to stop talking soon once he's begun with his babblings. And even though she's used to it and usually pretty good at ignoring him, this time she doesn't seem to be able to concentrate on what she's trying to read, with him by her side.

That's why she tries to stop him in his speech. "Jake," she calls his name to catch his attention and make him sush. "I don't know if you've noticed but I'm kinda trying to read, here."

"Oh, come on, Ames!" he complains in return. "You've got all year to read. We, on the other hand, only see each other a few times a year."

He doesn't say it, but she can read in his irresistible puppy-eyes laid on her the adding "I missed you" to his words. And, to be honest, she missed him as well – a lot.

So she puts her book away in her bag and turns to face him fully this time. "Alright," she defeats, which make him glow even more than previously – she genuinely didn't think it was possible, given how big is smile already was. "It was time for me to take a break and put some sunscreen anyway."

It soon changes into a frowned look when he asks her with curiosity in his voice, "haven't you already put some when we arrived? Why would you bother doing it again?"

"You're not serious, are you?" she stops dead in her search of her tube of sunscreen to face him with big, scared eyes. "You have to put sunscreen every few hours if you want to be completely protected. Don't you know that? How often do you put sunscreen on?!"

"I don't," he shrugs nonchalantely – he doesn't really understand why his friend would make such a big deal out of something that much irrelevant – according to him, anyway. "I mean, Charles insisted on sunscreening my back earlier when he asked me to do it for him too, but that's it. It's so boring," he complains like a child as he sees her eyes grow wider and wider at each new word he lets out, "and I was going to the water anyway, so there was no point in putting some before, it would have been useless."

"JAKE!" Amy can't retain her outraged exclamation much longer when he's finished talking. "If you go on like this, you'll get sunburnt, and you could even contract skin cancer! Is it really what you want to happen to you?! You can't joke with that kind of stuff!"

She pauses, just the time for her to find her SFP 50+ sunscreen in her purse and hands it to him. "Here, take this. Put some now."

He sighs, but does as he's asked – more like ordered – and takes the tube in his own hands. He knows there's no arguing with the girl when she's staring at him like she currently is.

The whole time he puts some sunscreen on all the exposed parts of his body he can reach, she watches him, making sure he does it right. Then, when he turns back to face her again, ready to spill some bitter comment towards her, the words gets stuck in his throat as he meets her gaze. She's not wearing only her severe look anymore – there's something else to it, something new.

Something he can't quite put a name on.

(Actually, he can put a name on it – lust, desire? – but he wouldn't dream of doing so. Because it's impossible Amy Santiago would ever look at him with such a look stuck in her beautiful orbs.

He's obviously hallucinating it.)

It's gone the minute she notices he's done with what she made him do, her cheeks turning into a slight shade of pink as she realises she's been staring, though.

"I –," he coughs, forcing his thoughts away from his mind. "I can't do my back alone," he hands her her sunscreening back, a shy smile on his features.

"Fine," she rolls her eyes, serious tone back on her voice as the takes back what's hers. "I'll do it. Turn around."

He complies.

Her touch isn't as smooth as he imagined – not that he spent some time imagining what her touch would be like, not at all… On the contrary, she's everything but gentle when she starts massaging his back with the cold liquid on her hands. So, of course he doesn't wait to tease her about it all in a rather amused tone.

"This is not supposed to be pleasant, Jake," she reminds him. "I'm saving your life here, so stop complaining. If you'd done it sooner I wouldn't have had to do it right now."

A giggle espaces his throat at her answer, and his grin only grows wider when he can tell she's becoming a bit gentler after that, even though she would never acknowledge so. He relaxes then, closing his eyes to better enjoy this now nice contact of her hands on his skin, and he lets his mind wander away to an happy place.

He's soon taken back to reality when, as she's halfway done with it, an high-pitched screem makes her suddenly stop in what she was doing. In one same action, they both turn to see Charles, who's just come out of the ocean, now standing in the middle of the beach, looking at them with pure bliss in his orbs.

"Oh. My. God. I knew it!" he makes a weird move with his arms, then adds to explain himself in front of the non-understanding glare the two students are giving him, "I knew something was going on between you two guys, some sexual attraction or whatever. And now I have the proof. Because putting sunscreen on a man's back?! That's the most erotic thing in the world! Well, the second best," he quickly corrects, "after shampooing a person's hair, of course."

Amy's reaction is yet to come. "WHAT?!" she lets the word slip without even thinking it.

"Erotic, Amy," Jake only jokes back, because he's too startled to think of anything else right now. "That means something sexy, you know, something that turns you on."

A strange feeling takes over him as he tells her that, and he senses his cheeks turn red.

"Yeah, Amy," Charles tops the boy's definition before he can think about what all that means. "Don't you really know what that means?!"

"Of course I know what 'erotic' means, I'm not dumb," the girl answers, quite exasperated. "My 'what' was just a 'what the hell are you saying, this is absolutely not erotic at all'," she insists on the last words, "kind of 'what'! As I was just telling Jake, I'm only saving his ass by not letting him die of skin cancer – nothing more than that!"

"Yeah, Charles," Jake finally becomes serious again, and allies with Amy on her contestation. "Nothing's happening here. Calm down, buddy."

"If you say so," the other one simply shrugs as an answer, then goes back to lay on his own towel.

His short interruption suddenly makes everything awkward between the two students for a few minutes – they remain quiet as Amy quickly finishes sunscreening her friend's back, all smoothness again forgotten. Jake kind of misses her gentle touch, but doesn't dare telling her so, joking or not. Then once she's done with it, she regains her place, the farther away she can from him, and throws herself back into her book while the boy loses himself in his thoughts of how Charles broke the moment they were having. Hopefully, after some time spent like this, one of their shared friends, Terry, comes and asks them if they want to take part of a game of cards with the others, making them all gather together in a circle.

Thanks to that interlude, and because they're both great competitors, it doesn't take long for the two brunettes to forget about everything that happened, and soon everything goes back to normal between them, laughing and teasing each other at every occasion they can. They soon became inseparable again, even volunteering to make dinner together (which Charles ended up supervising because of how bad cooks everyone knew they were, but also because he just wanted an excuse to spend some time with the both of them, spying on them and how close they were becoming).

It's then no surprise that, in the middle of the night, while the others are partying a bit farther away in their camping by the ocean, Jake and Amy find themselves back to the beach, a bit drunk and lying on the sand a few centimeters from each other, watching the stars above and giggling while doing so. Amy's already at her fourth drink – Jake hasn't counted his, only feels he's tipsy.

"Look," the girl exclaims after some quiet time. "These clouds, right there," she points towards somewhere in the sky with her finger, "it looks like two people having sex, don't you think?"

That's who 4-drink-Amy is: a bit of a perv. All of her friends were quite shocked, to be honest, when they discovered she had that in her the year before. But now her comment only makes Jake laugh as he tries to find the clouds she's talking about, following her lead. They're soon cut in their inspection of the sky though, by someone finally coming their way.

"Girl," Gina's voice break the now recovered silence, facing Amy and putting a full glass in one of her hands. "You've been there for some time now, don't forget to keep hydrated! And come back to me when 5-drink-Amy takes over, I wanna know who she is."

Gina has made her personal duty to make her friend drink that night. She desperatly needs to see who 5-drink-Amy will be. It's truly one of her highlighs of the weekend. That's why she stays with them until she's sure Amy's taken down the entire glass, then leaves as quickly as she appeared.

Quiet soon falls back on the two remaining students. That is, until the alcohol does its effect to the girl's body, and she suddenly feels a weird rush of confidence starting to go down her spine. As she rapidly steals a glance towards Jake, all thoughts that crossed her mind during the day – because of what he said, what he did, what Charles told them –, during the night, comes back, and she finally finds the guts to say what has been stuck in her throat for the past twenty minutes looking at the stars (what has been stuck in her throat for the past few years by his side).

"So," she starts, not really thinking before speaking anymore, "when does the moment when you finally kiss me come?"

Jake turns to look at her too, and finds her determined eyes glowing onto him in the dark of the night. His own orbs are wide-open, completely taken aback by her words. "What?" is all he manages to let out his mouth, way too surprised to react otherwise.

"Oh, come on," Amy shrugs, not a least disconcerted. "Don't tell me you took me here, just the two of us, simply to watch the stars. It's like… super romantic. Even more so after what happened here too this afternoon. So I suppose you did it because you like me, and there would come a moment when you try to kiss me. If you're not doing it because you think I will pull back, let me tell you: I won't. Because, guess what, I like you too."

That's way too much to handle in one speech for the boy. True, he's taken her to the beach because he wanted to spend some time alone with her. True, he likes her – have been for quite some time now, to be honest. But knowing she likes him too… that's a whole new information. Thinking that she wouldn't be against him kissing her as well. He doesn't want to do that, though.

Well, of course he does, but not right now, not when she's drunk and it could be seen as him taking advandage of her. Taking advantage of this 5-drink-Amy, this weirdly confident Amy, this Amy that isn't the real one, the one he got obsessed with when they were still in high school and he took her to prom after winning a bet they've made throughout their whole last year and hadn't been able to let go of his mind ever since, even though they weren't seeing each other as much as they did before.

That's why, when he sees her coming closer to him, ready to take the step he wasn't willing to take first, he pushes her as gently as he can, and tells her in a rush of panic, "no! Not like this!"

She doesn't seem to understand what he means, because her eyes are suddenly filled with sadness, and without another word she leaves him alone on the beach as she joins the others. He tries to call her name, wants to make things clear between them, but she never looks back.

"Hey, slow down, girl!" Gina calls her name when she spots her filling herself another glass, that she takes down in one gulp to forget what happened, how she's been rejected by the guy she likes, and thought who liked her back. "You didn't even let me see who 5-drink-Amy is!"

Amy doesn't care. She doesn't like 5-drink-Amy anyway, because she makes her say things she'll obviously regret the day after. But she hates 6-drink-Amy even more.

6-drink-Amy is sad, just sad. Not what she needs right now, then. So she decides to simply go back to her tent and try to find some sleep as she feels like everything is turning around her and tears fall down her cheeks, never stopping. She feels alone, oh so alone right now.

It's in that state of pure loneliness that she finally falls asleep. She hears one last thing before drifting off, though, from a voice she knows all too well, full of concern, "where's Amy?!"

"She said she was tired, she's gone to sleep," someone answers.

She hears his sigh, but doesn't move. He spends the rest of his night drowing his sorrow in another shot of tequila. No doubt then that when he wakes up the next day, Jake feels a huge headache take over. He still remembers what happened the night before, though. And now that he's sobbered a little, he wants to make it up to Amy, and have a real conversation with her.

He wants to let her know about his true feelings towards her.

Everything's quiet when he goes out of the tent he's sharing with Charles for the weekend – all of his friends are still asleep. He knows the brunette isn't, though. She always wakes up early.

And he has a pretty good idea of where she must be waiting for the other students to wake up too. He doesn't waste any second and goes straight to the beach. As expected he finds her at the exact same spot they were the night before, her back against a tree, reading her book. There's not a lot of people here yet, hopefully – it's quiet then.

He joins her without making any noise, until he's finally by her side. "I knew I'd find you here."

She looks up, and seems surprised to see him here at first. A bit ashamed, too, as she tries to smile to him but fails at covering her embarrassment. So, for a moment, they simply sit together without speaking, until they finally find the guts to take the floor at the exact same time.

"I'm sorry about tonight," they spill it out at once.

That makes them laugh, to be such in sync, and it takes away a few of the tension between them as well. "I'm Sorry about Tonight – title of your sextape," Jake can't help his comment as he attempts to lighten the air before getting all serious again. "I mean… I'm really sorry about what happened last night, that I hurt you with my words. But I think you didn't understand me pushing you away in the right way."

She stares at him with a startled look in her eyes, and wants to say something in return, but he stops her before she has the chance. "When I said 'not like that', I meant I didn't want our first kiss to happen like this, with you so drunk that you didn't think about what you were saying anymore. I didn't want you to regret it today. I didn't mean that I didn't like you. Because I like you, I really do. I have for some time now, but I didn't think you felt the same way, so…"

She cuts him, all happy smiles back on her face at the declaration, "I like you too."

This time, it's him who goes to her to put an end to the few inches that seperate their bodies.

She doesn't pull back – on the contrary, she leans in.

And kisses him back.

Just so you know, if you're interested, I'm currently writing a multichapters fic that I post only on AO3 under the same pen name as here (Kufikiria), it's called Say You'll Remember Me if you wanna take a look at it!