Hey everyone! Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Thanks for all the encouraging reviews, though! Here's an extra long chapter for being awesome and waiting! (P.S- some O.O.C)

Claire P.O.V

"Derrick. Derrick. Wake up!"

Claire stood by the bedside, roughly shaking her sleeping boyfriend. He was wrapped in a twisted mess of sheets, his head sticking out awkwardly. But he still looked hot. Claire sighed, and pulled up the blinds of the large windows in the bedroom. It was still pretty dark- the sun hadn't risen yet. They had reached the Harrington's mansion on their private island last night. Yanking off her baby pink Victoria's Secret boyshorts and matching lace cami, she pulled on a tight, turquoise tankini- short shorts with a halter top. She shook Derrick again.

"Derrick, please wake up! I want to show you something, soon!"

"Show Massie." he mumbled, and turned over, his face pressing into the pillow.

"But Massie can't-"

Too late. He had gone back to sleep.

"Swim."

Groaning, she ran a hand through her hair. Well, if Derrick wouldn't get up, and Massie couldn't swim, she had only one other option. She walked out of her and Derrick's room and went down the hall to Massie and Josh's. Pushing the door open gently, she tiptoed in. The room was completely neat- and completely Massie-fied. Her empty Louis Vuitton suitcases stood by the closet- which was filled to the brim with Massie's dresses, skirts, tees, bikinis, and shoes. Josh's polos and shorts were all stuffed in a small corner of the huge walk-in closet. Boxes and boxes of makeup and jewelry were arranged meticulously on the white vanity in the corner. Claire stifled a giggle. That was so Massie. She made her way to the bed, where Massie and Josh were sound asleep; Josh sprawled across, with Massie snuggled up next to him, her hand on his chest. She felt bad for waking him up- they looked so peaceful- but couldn't contain her excitement. She knelt beside him and gently nudged him.

"Josh? Josh, are you awake?"

His eyes fluttered open, and he squinted to try to see who was speaking to him.

"Claire?" he muttered groggily. He glanced at the alarm clock, and sighed. "You better have a good reason for waking me up at 5 in the morning."

She nodded eagerly.

"I do. But it's a surprise. I need you to get up, and change into your swim shorts. Oh, and don't wake up Massie."

He stared at her.

"Claire, I know you have really great ideas sometimes, and I am honored that you asked me to come, but can't you ask Derrick instead?"

Claire rolled her eyes.

"I did, but he wouldn't wake up. Massie can't swim more than 10 feet, so I need you to come with me. Please Joshy?" She gave him a cute pout, widening her eyes, and clasping her hands together. Josh moaned, looked away, then glanced at her again.

"Fine."

Claire squealed, and jumped up, running lightly to the closet. She pulled out a pair of black swimming shorts, and pressed it to his chest. He slowly got out of bed, and pulled off his boxers, while she looked away. Whipping off his white t-shirt, he ran a hand through his thick, dark hair, and shook his head a few times.

"Ready."

She grabbed his hand, and pulled him through the darkened hallways, down the stairs, and out the door. It was slightly cool from the early-morning cold, and he shivered. Not stopping for a moment, she ran to the dock, where they had left the yacht, and did a perfect dive into the water. Josh stared.

"Hell no. I am not going into that water. It'll be freezing!"

She did that pout again, and stuck out her tongue.

"Pussy."

That was enough to make him glare, and cannon ball into the water with her. Goosebumps ran up his entire body, and he sucked in some air and rubbed his hands together.

Josh P.O.V

"You will pay for this, Claire Lyons." he threatened, his teeth chattering incessantly, and expertly started to go after her. But she was too quick for him. Smirking, she did a rapid breaststroke, went underwater, and resurfaced 10 feet away. Grinning, because he always loved a challenge, he went after her, barely stopping for any breath. He nearly caught up to her, and reached out with his arm to grab her foot, but ending up just grazing it. He noticed her stiffen, and abruptly stopped swimming. They were far away from the beach house now.

"Where are we going?" he asked, shaking his mop of wet hair, and trying to see her in the dark.

"I'll show you."

The voice was filled with bursting enthusiasm, and she took his arm, and began swimming toward a rocky shore. It was part of the island, but very far from the Harrington's mansion.

"Couldn't we have walked here?" he shouted after her. Her head turned, and she grinned.

"Not nearly as fun."

Smiling slightly, he followed her, till his feet could touch the sand. He emerged from the water, sopping wet, and glanced at Claire, who was sitting on a rock, watching him with a small smile.

"Come on."

She rose from the stone, and started sprinting down the beach effortlessly.

How does she have so much freaking energy? Josh asked himself, as he ran after her. The sun was on the horizon, sending a warm, pink and orange glow onto the sparkling ocean. He stopped at the edge of the shore, where there was a large group of rocks were piled up, one on top of the other, forming a small hill. Cursing slightly for not wearing any shoes, he started to climb. Finally reaching the top, he felt his breath get caught in his throat as he stared at the sight. The golden sun was rising, with a vast array of vibrant yellow, royal purple, lavender, rose pink, and orange meshed across the sky, like the colors on an artist's palette. Small waves were lapping against the shore, and the cool breeze had turned to warm air that heated his cold, wet body. When he saw Claire, he nearly fell off the hill, and quickly clambered up.

She was leaning back on her tanned arms, her knees bent slightly. Shaking her wet hair, she leaned her head back, and closed her eyes, allowing her perfect face to shine with the warm golden glow of the morning light. Her bright, wet, turquoise tankini clung to her slim body, hugging her curves. She was quiet, opening her eyes slowly, and gazing out into the ocean, with a ineffable, serene expression. Trying to calm his sudden frazzled nerves, he sat beside her, and looked at her. As though she could feel his eyes on her, she turned, a small grin tugging at her lips.

"What?"

"This is incredible." he breathed, his mouth slightly open.

"I know." she replied, her eyes crinkling at the edges as she beamed.

"How-how did you-"

"Two summers ago, I came here to Nantucket with Derrick. While I was exploring the island on my own, I stumbled upon this hill, and saw how amazing it looked. I really wanted to show Derrick, but, well...yeah."

He felt a strong pang of envy within himself, and shook his head to clear it. He shouldn't be jealous. Claire was Derrick's girlfriend, AND he had Massie, the presumable love of his life. Sighing slightly, he lay down on the warm rocks, and stared out into the majestic sky, feeling confused.

Back at the Harrington's House...

"JOSH! Josh where are you?" Massie shouted, striding through the hallway, opening and slamming the doors to find her missing boyfriend. He wasn't in bed when she had woken up, wasn't showering or eating, wasn't hanging out with Derrick, who Massie hadn't seen since last night, and wasn't anywhere else in the house. Where the hell was he?

"Massie, will you please just SHUT THE FUCK UP?" A loud growl came from Claire and Derrick's room. Derrick, his dirty blonde hair tangled from bed head, and an over sized black wifebeater on his torso, stuck his head out from the room, and glared at her. She pursed her lips, and started to tap her foot.

"NO! Not until I find Josh! I don't see him anywhere!"

Derrick's face changed from grumpy and annoyed to surprised and alert.

"Josh is missing too?"

"What do you mean 'too'?"

"I couldn't find Claire anywhere. I thought she was with you."

"I thought Josh was with you."

"Oh shit."

He disappeared into his room, and stumbled out a few minutes later, in a pair of True Religions and black Lacoste polo. His hair was still sticking up in all directions, but he was too busy running outside to find Claire to care. Massie heard him shouting for her, but suddenly the shouts stopped. Slightly alarmed, she hurried down the stairs and out the door, onto the beach. Derrick was standing there, dumbstruck, gazing at the shore, where two figures were making their way to land. Massie, stepping out into the sand, walked and stood beside him.

"Josh? Claire?"

Claire emerged first, looking beautiful in her halter and short shorts, drenched from the water. She looked at the two of them guiltily. Josh came out a few seconds later, with a confused look on his face.

"What are you two doing?" Derrick demanded.

Claire looked up at his question, and gave him a small, half-smile.

"Um, swimming?"

"Yeah." Josh put in. "I uh, really wanted to, so I asked Claire, and-"

"Why didn't you ask me?" Massie didn't bother hiding the hurt and slight envy in her voice. Claire cut in.

"He didn't ask me, I asked him. We went out all the way to the other end of the island and came back. Just for the exercise and fun of it, you know?" She finished nervously, with a slight giggle.

Derrick glared at them. He glanced at the two's wet clothes and frazzled expressions.

"Doesn't seem to be all you two are doing..."

There was an uneasy pause, and Claire's face filled with sudden anger.

"IS THAT WHAT YOU THINK?" she screamed, getting right into his face. Their heads were nose to nose. "I can't believe you'd even think something like that! Do you honestly believe that I'd- I'd..." she trailed off, and bit her bottom lip in frustration and fury. "You know what Harrington? GO TO HELL!"

She stomped off into the house, leaving a wet trail behind her. Derrick's face was impassive, but Massie could see the shock in his eyes. She turned to Josh for an explanation. He was staring after Claire, and didn't stop until Massie stepped on his foot. He glanced at her wearily.

"Oh don't get started with me too."

"So, what happened?" she asked, sitting on Claire and Derrick's unset bed, smoothening out a wrinkle. It was late afternoon. Everyone had stayed confined in their own rooms, not speaking to one another. Claire was clad in only a white towel, as she prepared for a nice long relaxation in the jacuzzi. She glared at her from the mirror, her usually bright blue eyes turning navy.

"Nuh-thing." she said, gritting her teeth. She went back to brushing her long hair into a messy bun. Massie folded her arms and started tapping her foot.

"Oh shut up, Kuh-laire. We both know something happened."

"NOTHING HAPPENED MASSIE!" she shouted, hurling her hairbrush at the wall. "I DIDN'T HAVE FREAKING SEX WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND! WILL YOU AND DERRICK STOP JUMPING DOWN MY THR-"

"I never said that you had sex with Josh." Massie cut in smoothly, her amber eyes flickering dangerously. "You seriously need to calm down."

Claire's face softened- only slightly- and she walked into the bathroom. She took off her towel and stepped into the hot, bubbling water. Massie, after a few moments, started taking off her clothes as well. She, Claire, Derrick, and Josh had gone skinny dipping plenty of times. It was something she never would have done with the PC, but with her tight-foursome, she felt completely comfortable with her body. Claire watched her impassively as she came into the jacuzzi with her.

"I'll only ask you one more time. What happened?"

Claire closed her eyes, then opened them again and sighed. "Okay, well..." She told Massie everything. From how she had found the place two years ago to how they had swam as fast as possible back to the house. She left nothing out. Massie cringed slightly when Claire mentioned the way Josh's eyes never seemed to leave hers. Once she was done, she looked questioningly at Massie for a response.

"So basically, you think he likes you? More than a sister and friend?" she asked, her voice quivering. Claire looked at Massie's tentative, worried face, and immediately hugged her.

"No way Massie. He was probably thinking about how much he wanted to be there with you instead of me. It was very romantic."

Massie nodded, but she looked down, and the worried look didn't completely leave her face.

"That's why I wanted to go with Derrick. But well-" Claire stopped talking, and stepped out of the jacuzzi. She walked back into the room, and came back, holding two wine bottles. She handed one to Massie and held onto the other tightly.

"Boys are stupid." she said, uncorked the bottle and started drinking straight from it. Massie stared at her, a slightly horrified and amused expression on her face. She slowly opened her bottle and took a sip. Those sips turned to swings, and soon the two of them were giggling ecstatically and singing loudly.

"What are you two doing?"

Massie and Claire turned to see Derrick and Josh at the door, their faces confused. Despite the previous arguments with their girlfriends, the two eyed them up and down, not being able to control their boyish tendencies from going wild.

"Having an orgy you stupid boy!" Claire laughed, stepping out from the jacuzzi. She teetered over to Derrick, and struck a model pose. Derrick tried to look away, but couldn't. Josh was watching Massie with a brazen look in his eyes, and whipped off his shirt.

"Count me in."

Derrick glared at him, but his stern look evaporated when he saw Josh and Massie start to make out, completely unaware of the other two.

Hic.

He turned back to Claire. She was only wearing an underwear and sports bra, had left the bathroom, and lay sprawled across the floor of their bedroom. She was hiccuping, and staring at the ceiling with a crazed smile.

"Ricky..." she whispered softly, looking up at him.

"Claire, please don't-"

"SHHH!! Ricky, you have to be quiet. I'm trying to concentrate."

"On what?" Derrick asked, sitting down next to her.

"The sky." she said solemnly.

"The sky." he repeated dumbly. "Claire, we're inside. You can't see the sky."

"YES I CAN!" she sang, smiling. "I can see it, but you can't! The sky is so big. It's like infinity and beyond! Amazing, right Ricky? Kind of like us."

"What do you mean?" he questioned, looking at her face. She sighed impatiently like a young child.

"Us, Ricky. We could be anything we want to be. The possibilities are endless. All you have to do is look."

Derrick was surprised. Who knew Claire could be so insightful when she was drunk?

"We could be a beautiful miracle, unbelievable!" she sang off-key, the popular song by Taylor Swift. "Instead I'm just invisible..."

"You're anything but invisible, Claire. And guess what? We are an unbelievable, beautiful miracle."

With that, he picked Claire up, bridal style, and carried her to the bed. Searching through her bags, he pulled out a long, cream-colored silk nightie, and pulled it gently over her head. He tucked her into their bed, and she slowly shut her eyes. Placing a chaste kiss on her forehead, he wormed into the covers with her, and hugged her tightly. The last thing he remembered before shutting his eyes was the small smile on her face.

End of chapter. R&R.

Clairington or Closh? that is the question. lol, we have to read Shakespeare in English... I love both pairings to death, so you have the choice...

I know the so called "cheating" problem seems to be solved, but just wait... it'll play out in the rest of the story.