After finishing their food everyone moved to the living room and watched a movie that Greg had brought. Cheaper By the Dozen, the newer remade version. Why he had brought that movie of all movies, was anyone's guess. The TV was on a small side, and it didn't have cable or anything, but no one was complaining. It wasn't like they planned to be watching a lot of TV.
Greg and Sara, once again attached at the hip, were sitting on the floor, not wanting to be squeezed on the couch. Warrick and Catherine were sitting on one couch, Cassy next to them and Kiley on the other side. On the other couch was Ty and Fredy Archie and Nick.
The movie started and everyone shut up, except for Greg. Greg had a running cometary on the whole movie. Not that he got to say all of it.
"You just do this on purpose don't you," Sara accused him. Greg smiled and nodded.
"Of course,' he said happily. Sara sighed.
"You speak again, and I will never ever kiss you ever again," she said threatingly. Of course it was an empty threat, everyone knew it. Greg knew it. But he didn't say anything else throughout the rest of the movie.
The next day, everyone got up early and changed quickly into their swimsuits. Then they all reconvened back in the living room, because Ty called a short meeting. Kiley was arguing with Sara all the way down the stairs.
"The whole point is to wear it without the shirt Sara," Kiley was saying.
"Well you shouldn't have packed it then," Sara snapped back.
"What's the matter, Cassy asked, coming up to them with Greg.
"Sara is wearing her shirt over her bathing suit," Kiley said, pointing, like it was some gross scandal.
Greg got that sad puppy dog look on his face. "Aww, some on Sara," he said.
"You were in on this weren't you," Sara accused.
"Me," Greg said, holding his hands up. "How could you think that," He said like she was accessing him of a horrible crime. But he had a goofy grin on his face which ruined his claim of innocence.
"Pervert," Sara muttered.
"Sara it's a swim suit," Kiley pointed out.
"It's a bikini, it's like there's nothing on," Sara protested. She caught the look Greg got on his face. "Pervert," she shrieked again.
"Okay," Greg said. "Just chill out. If Sara wants to wear the t-shit, let her wear the t-shirt."
Kiley stalked away angerly and Cassy walked away with an odd confused look on her face.
"You're still a pervert," Sara said softly to Greg, smiling slightly.
"I'm sure," Greg muttered. "Now come on, I want to go swimming," He said, getting back into the mind set of a little kid who has been denied ice cream for to long. Sara rolled her eyes and followed him to the living room.
Sara was the only one wearing a t-shirt over her swim suit. Greg and Archie both had on floral patterned swimming trunks in bright orange and red. Warrick's swimming trunks were solid blue, and Nick's were green. Ty and Fredy's suits matched, they were striped red and gold. Cassy had on a dark blue bikini, Kiley had one with red and blue flowers. Catherine's bikini was dotted with gold stars. Sara's bikini was bright red, not that anyone could see it.
"Okay guys," Ty said. "Back here at 7:00 for dinner. Personally I don't care what you do for lunch. That's it. Now...disperse."
They did...disperse. In the form of shrieking as they ran out of the beach house. They all headed immediately for the water, after setting up their towels and whatnot on the sand.
Catherine was probably the only one who didn't rush straight for the water. She sat on her towel, looking out at the others rushing into the ocean.
"You coming," Warrick asked her. Salt water was already dripping from his hair. Catherine shrugged.
"I'm not a good swimmer," she said. Warrick shrugged.
"I won't let you drown," he said and so Catherine got up and followed him to the water.
A little late in the day, the group decided to play Chicken. Of course it was Greg's idea. Sara and Greg were a pair, so were Catherine and Warrick, that much was obviously. cassy was on Fredy's shoulders, and Kiley was paired with Archie. By default, Nick was stuck with Ty. Which turned out not to be such a bad thing. After 3 rounds, Nick and Ty were the undisputed champions.
Cassy lost her towel for a good portion of the afternoon. As it happened, Greg had hidden it under his own towel, which cause Cassy to yank his feet out from under him. Greg swallowed quite a bit of sand.
At dinner, everyone crowed around to get plates of spaghetti, Kiley's dinner of choice.
"So did you get her number," Catherine asked Fredy.
"What are you talking about," Fredy asked, putting so spaghetti on his fork.
"That tall red headed girl that was flirting on you for like two hours straight. Don't tell me you don't remember that," Catherine said.
"Oh. Umm...no," Fredy said. He looked a bit uncomfortable, something Catherine apparently didn't pick up on.
"Why not?" It was Archie who spoke this time. But everyone was listing with rapt attention.
"She's not my thing," Fredy said shortly, obviously hoping his friends would just drop it.
"What do you mean," Archie asked.
"Whoa, Freeze," Ty exclaimed. He turned to his brother. "You didn't tell them?"
"How the hell did you know," Fredy asked a little angerly. He pushed his plate of spaghetti away from himself.
"I'm your brother," Ty pointed out. "I know stuff about you."
"Drop it," Fredy muttered, pulling his plate back to him. But of course they could drop it now. Sara felt bad for him. He obviously had a secret he didn't want to share. Sara knew what that was like. She knew very well.
"Why didn't you tell them," Ty asked, making it very clear to his brother he wouldn't drop it.
"Because they were the start of the rumor mill," Fredy said sharply. He was obviously referring to Cassy and Catherine. Sara had never seen Fredy like this. Fredy was always calm and collected and open. He was the voice of reason and rationalized everything for you. This was a bit out of character for him.
"So," Ty said. Ty was starting to sound a lot like his younger brother. Maybe it ran in the family.
"So I didn't want to get beat up by the basketball team," Fredy stated, speaking softly.
"And our parents," Ty asked. Fredy glared at him.
"What about them," Fredy snapped. Ty smiled softly at his brother.
"They weren't always right you know," he said. Fredy shrugged, like it didn't really matter. "You don't tell the, I will," Ty threatened. Fredy glared even more at his brother. Then he returned to his plate of food.
"I'm gay," he stated simply, talking to his plate rather then his friend. "And my parents were...religious."
"He's trying to tell you they were freaking bible-thumping homophobs," Ty said. It was in a lighter mood and Fredy looked up.
"Which didn't do much for my self esteem," Fredy put in. But he was half-joking now and had a smile on. He was back to his old self. There was a moment of silence in the room while everyone digested this bit of information about Fredy.
It was Greg who broke the silence. "Okay, getting past that. Why is it so freakin' quite in here," he exclaimed.
I swear if you attention span was any shorter..." Fredy muttered. But Greg didn't hear him. He was chewing his spaghetti with as much noise and mess as he possibly could.