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NoV: ……oh my goodness…..am I continuing? Guess so! Enjoy!

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Needless to say, I didn't sleep well. I kept glancing at the clock until eventually is read 4:17 a.m. Then I forced myself to close my eyes, forget my sleeping bedfellow, and sleep. Unfortunately, I was woken up a short three hours later.

Finny's face filled my whole span of sight. At first it seemed that he was just mouthing something, and I must have given him a very strange look. Then, when my ears started working, I heard, "---the sunrise, man! This is the only chance we'll ever have! Let's go!"

"Go where?" I moaned, pulling the blanket back over my head.

Finny peeled the covers off my face and said, "The ocean, kid! It's time to go swimming!"

"Phineas," I said flatly in an adult to child voice. "It's winter. Go out there and you will freeze."

"You're only seventeen once!" he exclaimed, throwing caution (and his shirt) to the wind. He opened the door to the room, paused only a moment in the frigid air and ran off toward the beach. Leaving the door wide open.

In the hotel room, under two blankets and a sheet, wearing pajama pants, two pairs of socks, an undershirt and a long-sleeve flannel, I was freezing. And my nutty friend was outside with no shirt, swimming in the ocean.

I shivered, feeling the cool breeze filtering into the room. Sighing I rose from the bed, slipping my feet into my worn tennis shoes on the floor. I glanced at Ollie in the next bed, burrowing underneath his blankets, then spied Leper, who was actually underneath the couch cushions, seeking warmth. I sniffed, feeling my nose was runny.

I made my way across the room, stepping over duffel bags and heavy coats. I was about to reach the door so I could go out and drag Phineas back inside when he appeared in the doorway, sandy and not a bit wet.

"Brrrrrrr!" he said, hugging himself for heat. "I stuck my big toe in the ocean and I thought it was going to come back a toe-sicle!" He passed by me, picking up his shirt and putting it back on without ever stopping in his march toward the bed. He slid underneath the blankets, headfirst, and when his dark-haired head popped out at the end of the bed, he smiled, looking like a kid in a sleeping bag. "Wake me when it's noon!" he said, going back to sleep.

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NoV: Short, indeed, but there shall be more! I'm about to have 100 reviews for this stories, and when I do, I'm gonna be one happy NoV!