Aloha, Hawaii-Chapter 2

Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own any of them... Well, except ourselves.

"Okay, what do we do now that we're here?" Jane asked, looking around the crowded beach.

"Find a place for me to put this stuff," Gray panted. He was carrying a beach umbrella, a lounge chair, and about fifteen bottles of sun block. "It's heavy and my toe hurts."

They all rolled their eyes. "I told you not to bring all that stuff," Ryan said.

"I have sensitive skin," Gray protested. "Now if you'll excuse me." He limped off to find a place for him to
"set up camp."

Ryan headed off in another direction. "I'll see you two later. I don't want him tracking me down." He pointed in Gray's direction.

"So that leaves the two of us," Neil said, smiling at Jane.

"Unfortunately," she muttered.

"Hey, watch out!" A volleyball came flying out of seemingly nowhere and hit Neil on the head.

"Owww!"

Jane started laughing. A girl with long dark hair and was wearing a purple swimsuit came up to them and picked up the ball. "Sorry 'bout that." She smiled at Neil. "Well, hey, cutie. Hey, Jess, come over here!" she called over her shoulder.

The other girl, with shoulder-length strawberry blonde hair and green eyes, jogged up, wearing a light blue bathing suit. "Excuse my friend, she's a retard and can't hit a volleyball for her l--" She spotted Neil and grinned, looking at her friend and then at Jane, then at Neil, then back at Jane.

"What?" Jane said, not liking the way the girl was staring at them. Jess grinned.

"So are you two..." She pointed back and forth between them.

"No..."
"Yes..." They started at the same time. Jane glared at him, giving him a "What the hell?" look. He just shrugged. Jess grinned and watched Jane start to walk off.

"Bye..."

"She doesn't want to admit that he's a hottie because she's not used to the feelings she has for him," Erica said, inspecting her fingernails.

"Wow, that's insightful for a first meeting," Jess said as Neil blushed.

"I know. You wanna play?" she asked Neil, holding out the volleyball. "Some idiot complaining about a broken toe tripped one of the members on our team and we're one short."

"Sure," he said, taking the volleyball from her and wondering where Jane had wandered off to.

"Let's go." They grabbed his arms and started dragging him away.

Three games and one hour later, Jane re-appeared.

"I'm never going near Gray again. I think he used about three bottles of suntan lotion and he smells like it too."

"I have an idea! You be on his team." Jess said, pointing to Neil. Jane made a face.

"Do I have a choice?" she moaned, as Jess leaned over towards Erica.

"She doesn't care 'cause she knows she'll see his tushie." The girls broke out in a fit of laughter, as Jane and Neil raised their eyebrows and exchanged a "what crack are they smoking?" look.

"Okay, lets play!" Jess said, tossing the volleyball in the air and throwing it a little out of Neil's reach on purpose.

Neil tried to hit it, but he tripped and ran into Jane instead. "Oww, Neil! Watch where you're going!" she said, pushing him away.

"Sorry," he muttered, going back to his spot.

Jane tossed the ball over to the other side and Erica got ready to serve. "Distract him," she told Jess. She nodded.

"Hey, Neil! Look over there!" Jess called, pointing.

"Where?" Neil looked in that direction and Erica hit the volleyball in Neil's direction. Jane tried to hit it, naturally, but since Neil just stood there, she ran into him, knocking them both to the sand.

The girls started laughing. "See, I told you she had the hots for him," Erica said. "She can't even keep her hands off him for more than two minutes."

Jess grinned at Erica whistled. "Get a room!"

"We have to share one, unfortunately." Jane said, sitting up.

"With one bed." Neil grinned stupidly. Jane shot him a look, then looked past him at a considerably cute guy. (Not as cute as Neil, but lets face it, she's in denial.) "Jane you should stop doing that- you look like you're going to do something crazy like flirt with him."

"And why would that be crazy?" She said, narrowing her eyes at him. Jess looked away, warning Erica in a hushed tone.

"Here comes a married couple fight...5...4...3...2...1..."

"Because you aren't exactly the most feminine person I know." She restrained herself from smacking him.

"Excuse me?! Are you saying I can't act feminine now and then?!"

"Well...the only time I saw you in anything even close to being girly was...um...never, actually. N-not that that's a b-" Neil tried to climb out of the verbal hole he'd dug himself when a fistful of sand smacked into his face.

"Ooooh, I have a feeling dems was fightin' words." Jess grinned, keeping her eyes on them.

"Pig!" Jane shouted, standing . "I could be so feminine you'd be wondering if I was me." She blinked, obviously not understanding herself.

"Whoa..." Neil started, spitting out sand. "First off, thanks for the mouthful of sand. I think there was a stick in it, by the way. A-and...I d-didn't say you couldn't..." He smiled to himself. "...Jane darling."

"WHAT?! You are *dead*, Fleming."

"Not so fast, Proudfoot." He smirked, watching her clench her fists in anger as Jess and Erica gave each other a sideways glance, amused. "Wouldn't you want to make a bet? Rob me of the ten bucks I have to my name?" she seemed to calm down a little.

"...what KIND of bet?" her eyebrow raised, a perfect arch over her brown eyes.

"Uhh...I bet, you can't act feminine for a week." he said, smiling as she stared at him. 'She won't take it up, and then she'll be even more---'

"Deal. But I know why you're doing this." she turned, about to walk away.

"Why, Jane darling?" He jumped a bit as she glared.

" 'Cos you're tired of being the womanly one." She walked off.

"WHAT?!" He sat up, watching her go.

"Are you going to let her get away with that?" Erica asked trying hard not to laugh. Neil gave them both an evil look then went after Jane. Erica shrugged and turned to Jess. "I'm tired of playing volleyball. Let's go shopping."

Jess nodded and tossed the volleyball over her shoulder. Gray had finally found himself a spot that had plenty of shade when a volleyball came out of nowhere and hit him on the top of the head.