This is my first story. It's fictional, but some of these thing are very reminicent of my own Jazz Band. I'm not quite sure where I'm going with it though.

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You've got to be kidding. No way is this happening to me…again. I hate my life. I hate band trips even more.

We've only been here at the hotel for 20 minutes. I've hardly had time to disinfect the place. He can't be doing that in here. I've only just washed that.

"Put on your clothes, Steven," I say, going for stern, but ending up sounding like a cross between my 12 year old sister (who plays the CLARINET. How's that for forceful?…yeah right) and my Aunt Suzie when she's drunk.

Instead of going into the bathroom and retrieving his clothes, Steven sits on my bed, on my side, and reaches for the phone.

"Hey, it's Steven," he says into the phone. He's probably calling one of the girls. They think it's funny when he pulls stunts like this. They don't have to see it. All of it. Lucky. "Meet me and Jake at the pool in five minutes. Yes, I'll wear my swim suit this time. Bye." He looks at me, smiling as he hangs up. "I'll wear it into the pool. Who knows what I'll wear out."

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Ten minutes later I'm in the hot tub watching Steven. He's sitting too still. He's up to something. I should be paying more attention to Lisa. She's mad at me. Again. Can't I get anything right?

"Jake," Lisa says. I look at her. She looks like she's said my name a couple of times. "Jake, I have to talk to you about something."

This, of course, makes everyone turn to look at us. We have eighteen people in the hot tub. It only holds about seven. Secrets aren't secret for very long around here. I don't know why she'd try to talk to me about anything with everyone here. Has she lost her mind?

"Can we talk about it later?" I ask.

"Sure," she says, kissing me lightly on the cheek.

"No way," someone interrupts. I look up. Of course, Becca. She's always into everything. I can't believe I dated her. "No way do you get to bring up something and then let him back out. We're all dying to hear." Several people, including Steven, nod their heads affirmatively.

I'm about to argue with them when something stops me. Something blue.

Steven's swim trunks have floated to the top of the water.