"Wow, this is totally amazing, Derrick. I love it!" Claire said breathlessly at the sight of the cruising yacht. It was huge- almost 90 feet long, with tall white, billowing sails and the name 'CLARISSE' painted neatly on the side.

"Dude, who's Clarisse?" Josh asked curiously, punching Derrick's shoulder. Derrick smiled fondly at the ship.

"My mom. My dad got this boat for her before they got married. Kind of a bribe." he joked. Claire wrapped her arms around his waist, and a dreamy look came over her face.

"That's so romantic..."

Massie nodded in agreement. The four of them stood there on the dock, staring at the ship, while the sun dipped slowly into the horizon. A cool, salty breeze swept over them, causing small goosebumps to form across their arms. A few seagulls cawed, and the faint sound of waves lapping the rocks put them into a transfixed state. It was beautiful.

"Race ya!" Claire squealed. She left the bags with Derrick, and ran as fast as she could onto the yacht. Massie gave a small yelp and ran after her, leaving Josh and Derrick to carry all 10 of their girlfriends' suitcases and their own bags. Sighing, they picked up the bags and followed them.

"Whoa! Harrington, this is SO awesome!" Massie's voice floated up from the cabin. Josh dropped the overstuffed suitcases on the deck, and raced down the stairs. A few screams of excitement came from below.

"Man, you are so hooked up! Surround sound, 64 inch plasma, and, HOLY SHIT! Is that Guitar Hero III? Claire! Let go, I want to try!"

Derrick rolled his eyes, and went down to the cabin to join them. Josh and Claire were tugging the Guitar Wii controller from each other, while Massie sat on the couch, feigning boredom. Derrick sighed, and pulled the Wii guitar from Josh's grasp and stared at them.

"Dude, we ALL have Guitar Hero III, plasma flat screens, and home theaters. What is your deal?"

Massie seemed to be wondering the same thing. Josh and Claire exchanged dubious glances, then looked at him like he was crazy.

"Yeah man, but we're on a freaking boat. I mean, a totally awesome sick nasty one, but still- a boat. This is pretty cool." Josh answered slowly, to get the message across. Claire smiled and nodded along with him, then took the guitar from Derrick.

"I CALL FIRST!" she shouted, then stuck her tongue out at Josh.

"HEY! Not fair." he complained, then pushed her onto the couch and started to tickle her.

"Stop it, Joshay Hoshay!" Claire screamed, referring to the embarrassing nickname his mother gave him. That only made him tickle her more.

"Don't"

"STOP"

"Call"

"JOSH!"

"Me"

"Derrick, help me!"

"Joshay"

"Mass!"

"Hoshay!"

"EEK!"

Claire gave a final screech, dropped the guitar, then ran up the stairs, her face flushed with laughter. Josh laughed, then collapsed onto the couch next to Massie, in exhaustion. Derrick cleared his throat.

"So, uh, yeah. We have to set sail now, and stop at about 10 tonight. I guess we'll stay on the yacht overnight, then head to the private island tomorrow afternoon. Sound cool?"

Massie and Josh nodded. Derrick spoke again.

"But, since I figured we didn't want anyone else around, my cook isn't here, so... well, I can't cook, and we need dinner in a few hours."

Josh blushed slightly.

"Well, um, my mom forced me to take these cooking classes last year. I didn't want to tell you guys, 'cause well-"

"COOKING?" Derrick interrupted, staring at him. "That's were you were going after soccer practice? You said you were going to get some action at Massie's!"

Massie's eyes went wider than a deer's caught in headlights, smacked Josh's arm, and walked up the stairs with a huff. Josh stared after her.

"No! Mass, that's not what I said!" he pleaded. Then he turned to Derrick. "Thanks a lot man!"

Derrick smirked.

"You deserve it." he replied, causing Josh to glare at him, then follow Massie to the deck. Derrick trailed after him. At the head of the stairs, Claire and Massie were struggling, trying to carry one suitcase each to the cabins. Derrick jogged over to Claire, grabbed her suitcase, and hoisted it over his shoulder in a show of strength. She kissed his thanks.

"My prince charming." she whispered in his ear. He grinned, then carried it downstairs. Massie glared pointedly at Josh, who took a while to get the message.

"Oh! Right."

He took Massie's much heavier bag, and carried it downstairs, panting slightly. Claire grabbed Massie's hands, and led her to the edge of the yacht, where they had a perfect view of the shore.

"It's so beautiful," she sighed, and placed her elbows on the railing and her chin in her palms. Her blonde locks flew behind her gently.

"Mmm." Massie replied. "Hey, do you think Josh and I are serious? I mean, could you see us together five years from now?" she asked, biting her cherry red bottom lip nervously. Claire looked at her face to see if she was joking, but could tell that she wasn't.

"Massie, he is so in love with you. When I say, SO in love with you, I mean SO in love with you. And I know you adore him to death. If you stay as close as you are now in college, I'm sure I'll see you guys married in a high-priced wedding at the Plaza soon." She said smiling. "And I am totally going to be your maid of honor. EH MY GAWD! You would wear a totally classic, beautiful Vera Wang dress, with the train and everything! And I could wear that totally sexy gold Oscar de la Renta strapless I saw in Saks the other day! Derrick would look gorgeous in Armani, and Josh just screams Ralph Lauren. It would be so amazing!" Claire grinned excitedly, and hugged her. Massie's tight, worried face loosened as she laughed with Claire, and they continued to hug until Josh and Derrick came back up the stairs.

"Hey, what are you two talking about?" Derrick asked seriously. Claire glanced at Josh and Massie.

"Oh nothing. Just planning the Block-Hotz wedding." she teased. Josh's face lit up, and he wrapped his arms around Massie's waist.

"Is that so?" he asked, smiling. Her blushing face gave her away. She didn't answer, merely pecked his cheek, then headed downstairs. She swayed her hips seductively, then turned back for a fraction of a second, with a very 'come-hither' glint in her eye. Josh grinned, then followed her.

"So I guess it's just you and me." Derrick said in a deep voice, moving closer to Claire. Claire looked at him in a bored manner, and tucked a flyaway strand of hair behind her ear.

"I guess so." she replied, looking away, with one eyebrow raised. Derrick smirked at her mischievously. He stood behind her and moved his mouth to her neck, kissing her.

"We have the whole summer to ourselves." he murmured. She moaned slightly at his touch. He continued down her neck, till he reached her collarbone. She shoved him away, and he grinned at her, his shaggy hair falling in his huge puppy dog eyes. "You know you want me." he taunted in a low voice. Claire tried to fight the smile growing on her face. Two could play at this game. She inched closer, till she was right against his chest, widening her eyes innocently. She fingered the buttons on his shirt, and slowly began to undo them.

"You're right." she whispered. "I do want you."

She stroked his bare, sculpted abs, then began to kiss him hungrily. He took her face in his hands and obliged, with so much enthusiasm, neither of them could breathe. She ran her hands through his hair, and tugged, only stopping every few seconds to get some air. She felt his hands move to the bottom of her shirt, and abruptly broke off, putting a hand on his chest. She shook her head at him, with a smirk growing on her face.

"As much as I want to, Harrington, I think it would be a little inappropriate to make love on a yacht that's still tied to the dock in broad daylight."

Derrick groaned in disappointment, and watched her skip down to the cabin.

"Promise me that we'll continue later tonight?" he shouted after her desperately. Claire turned, jutted her hip to one side, and placed a hand on it. She pretended to think about it.

"Maybe."

Then she disappeared down the stairs, giggling.

Cam watched from afar, as Derrick and Claire made out on the deck of his ship. He let out a groan of frustration and anger as they kissed fiercely, barely even coming up for air.

"She's my girlfriend." he almost shouted, punching a fist into his other palm. Alicia came up behind him and saw what he was looking at. She rolled her eyes.

"Get over it, Fisher. That'll be you by the end of the summer, I promise." she said. Cam looked at her cocky face.

"Yeah. At least they're stopping." Pointing to Claire, who went down the stairs. "I saw Massie and Josh head down earlier, and they seemed to go far beyond kissing." he spat, wiping the smirk off her face. Alicia gave a loud shriek, and stomped her foot in annoyance.

"I can nawt buh-lieve she stole my boyfriend." she seethed. It was Cam's turn to roll his eyes.

"Uh, Rivera, you cheated on him. With me." he said unsympathetically. "Stop feeling bad for yourself."

Alicia turned on him, and her expression changed.

"Why don't we continue what we started?" she whispered in a sultry voice. Cam gave a disgusted scoff.

"Yeah right Alicia. I don't like you. I was freaking drunk... well okay, not really, but it was a mistake. So leave me alone. I just want Claire back."

He turned and walked to the rest of the group, who were arguing about something stupid, like baggage or whatever. Alicia merely shrugged, and headed to the yacht rental booth.

"Fastest thing you have for a week. Money is not a problem."