Author Note: Hello to all you lovely readers out there! Exams are finally OVER and I'm back bringing you more wonderful fanfiction :D

I'll be working as hard as I can for you guys in order to make up for my long absence so please bear with me. This one isn't as long as the previous chapter as I tried to get some done during exams, so I'll make the next one longer in return.

Chapter Seventeen: Ocean Adventures – Part II

Castiel POV

'God damn it where the hell is she?'

It's been over three hours I can't find Arcadia anywhere. I've looked everywhere I could think of, asking everyone if they had seen her and still there was no sign of her. Pinching the bridge of my nose, I sigh, slowly making my way back to the others. Grabbing a chair, I sit down, another sigh escaping my lips.

"I take it there's no sign of her?" Lys asks and I nod, too tired to give a verbal response. "Don't worry about it. I'm sure she'll come back soon." He says, patting me on the shoulder. Lys has no idea how much I want her to come back. One, because I want to tease her the over dramatic exit and two, I really missed her. Pretty much the only reason I came here was because of her so the least she could do was at least be here instead of disappearing.

"I swear she's out to kill me." I mumble to myself, growing more agitated by the minute. A while later, I could hear drunkard laughing, which only pissed me off more as they were obnoxiously loud.

"God damn it do they have to be so noisy?" I hiss, throwing an arm over my face.

"Ummmm Castiel... you might want to see this." Lys says, nudging me. Frustrated I sit and follow his gaze.

'What. The. Fuck?!'

Staggering along, holding up a drunken blond was Arcadia, both of whom were dressed in ridiculous pimp costumes. As they make their way over, Arcadia stops and looks at me for a moment, then shrugs and walks off, flopping down onto the sand with Nathaniel.

"Heyyyy pass me the uhmm, what's it called... the bottle? Yeah, pass me the bottle pleeeasssse." Nathaniel asks, rolling around in the sand. Arcadia gives him the bottle and he starts drinking but I snatch it out of his hand, earning a cry of annoyance. Reading the bottle I just about smacked him over the head with it.

"Are you fucking kidding me? THIS is what you've been doing for the past three hours?" Looking down beside Arcadia, I found she had more alcohol with her. Growling in frustration, I threw the bottle back at Nathaniel.

"Hey Castiel? What's going on? We heard a lot of noise and... why is Arcadia on the ground and is that Nathaniel with her?" Iris asks, puzzled by the strange situation in front of her.

"Well, from what I can gather. It seems these two have had a date with a lot of vodka." I grumble, glaring down at Arcadia who shrugs in response.

"What, I felt like a drink and then I ran into Nate, so I took him with me. There's nothing wrong with that. We were very responsible drinkers if I do say so myself." She counters. Nate starts to yawn and she then pulls him onto her lap.

"Responsible? Arcadia, have you seen Nathaniel. The idiot can't even stand let alone form a proper sentence." I reply, watching Nathaniel mumble something unintelligible.

"Hey, I looked out for him, kept him safe. He's perfectly fine, he just needs some sleep."

"How much have you had exactly?" I question, slightly afraid of her answer. For moment she paused, counting on her fingers and holding them up to me.

"Nate's had about one, I've had three." She replies with a bored expression. By now everyone had come around to see what was going on.

"Of what exactly?" I growl, watching as Nathaniel cuddles up to Arcadia.

"Of what? Vodka of course."

'Wait what? Bottles?! She had THREE bottles of it?! By herself?!'

"HAHAHA. Wow man, your girl can drink. She doesn't even look tipsy." Alexy cackles. "Doesn't alcohol do anything to you?" Arcadia strokes Nathaniel's hair as he starts to fall asleep.

"Well, at one stage I did get tipsy since I haven't drank in a while but then I sobered up. So I started drinking more but it didn't do anything." She replies defeated. Meanwhile Alexy and Dakota were having a field day in the background, finding the whole situation hilarious.

"Shit if that's the case there's no way I'm ever drinking with you." Dakota snickers, freaking out once he noticed my glare. Arcadia picks up the bag, holding it out to me. I look at it cautiously, deciding I should take it from her before she decided to start drinking it. Looking into the bag, I found a whole collection of different alcohol and I wondered what she was planning on doing with it all.

"I thought I should be nice and get you guys some." Arcadia mumbles, her arm covering her face as she lounged on the beach. "Well... I suppose I better get Nate to bed. I'm gonna throw him in with you guys, try not to kill him Castiel." She moves to pick Nathaniel up, carrying him bridal style from which I found to be quite funny. I follow her to the beach house to put the alcohol away, though I wasn't too sure if I wanted it to be anywhere near Nathaniel but for the moment it looked like he wasn't going to wake up any time soon. Putting the bottles in the fridge, I walk to the bedrooms and watch as Arcadia puts Nathaniel into a bed.

"So... any reason why you went out and had yourself a little drinking party?" I ask as she walks past me, heading outside and sitting on the step.

"I err... panicked. I know that may sound weird but Peggy really did freak me out. It's not often I get confessed to and never has it ever come from a girl." She replies, fiddling with her hair. Sitting down next to her I let out a sigh, realising I've been doing it a lot recently but dismissed the thought.

"So you went and got drunk and dragged Pretty Boy into it?" That part I was confused on. Where in the hell did Nathaniel come from and why Arcadia decided to drag him into it.

"I needed a distraction and it worked mind you. The only reason why I dragged Nate along was because I don't really like drinking by myself. I would've come back and got you but I wasn't really game enough to be anywhere near Peggy." She replies while taking off her pimp hat and putting it on the step.

"Huh? Aren't you like, really good at sneaking around and stuff?" She did say earlier that she was a former soldier and sneaking around seemed to be what she does best. A hand pats me on the back, Arcadia just sits there shaking her head.

"Castiel, I'm gonna let you in on a secret." She begins. "No matter how good you are, there isn't anyone as sneaky as a news reporter. That Peggy is training in the secret art of journalists and those guys... are really fucking sneaky."

Silence fell between us. The two us looking out towards the ocean, admiring its beauty under the starry night sky.

"You're drunk." I say, looking at her with a bored expression.

"You think?" She asks and I nod.

"The secret art of journalists?" I reiterate.

"Huh... maybe you're right." She muses to herself. "Well now that you mention it, I do know something more sneaky than journalists." I look at her for a moment as she waves a hand absently around the air, humming to herself.

"Fangirls." She begins. "We had a few back at headquarters, the secretary and receptionist girls. Whoever you were partnered up with was who you lived with right. We all had our share of fangirls... and a few boys, but this one time, they actually got IN our apartment." Arcadia waves her arms around a bit. "Me and Saber, God we were freaking out. Security at Galahad is supposed to be top notch but that chick got in there somehow... absolutely refused to go back."

"So because of your... experience with fangirls... you're running away from Peggy?" I was slightly confused as to where Arcadia was going with this. Peggy wasn't a fangirl, at least I didn't think so.

"I can already see the signs, that girl is going to be a fangirl I just know it... turning lesbian after I save her, that just defies logic! Then again, I don't think fangirls understand the concept of logic." Arcadia sigh and rests her head on my shoulder, muttering something under her breath. Chuckling, I pull her into a small hug, one she quickly returns.

"You know, I've liked moments like these.." Arcadia mumbles quietly.

"Hmm and why is that?" I ask, only to be greeted with silence. "Arcadia?" I asked again, looking down at her. As she had finally calmed down, sleep seemed to have caught up with her. As gently as I could, I picked her and carried her inside.

'I think it's time for bed.'

Nathaniel POV

"Mmmph." Grabbing a pillow, I hide my head under it, shielding out the morning rays of sunlight that filtered into the room. I lay there for while, praying that the killer headache I had would go away.

'I'll just ask mum for some painkillers.'

In the middle of my musing, something had shifted beside me.

'Hang on, this isn't right. No one should even be in my bed.'

Slowly, I move the pillow, peeking an eye out from underneath and found myself falling out of bed just a slit second later.

"D-D-DAKOTA?!" I scream. "What the hell is going on? Why are you in my bed?!" A groan sounds from him and he groggily cracks an eye open at me, annoyance burning in his emerald green eyes.

"Damn, you really were wasted." He grumbles, moving his arm to block out the bright morning sun. "And for your information this isn't your bed. This isn't even your house Nathaniel."

"What?! If this isn't my place then where the hell am I? And how did I even get here in the first place?" This was really all too much. First I wake up to find myself sleeping in the same bed as Dakota and then find out that I'm not even in my own house. Dakota sighs and mumbles something into the pillow, leaving me to ask him to repeat.

"I said, you're in Iris's beach house. Arcadia brought you back after you two decided to take a dance with vodka. You really must have been smashed if you can't remember any of this." He mumbles again. Stunned, I stared at him as my brain slowly tried to process this information.

'I went out drinking? That was never something I did, there was no way I'd...'

"You. Me. Vodka. Now."

The words ran through my mind like an ill omen. Dropping back onto the floor I groaned as flashes of the previous night filled my conciousness.

'Oh what the hell was I thinking?'

I was so embarrassed, I couldn't believe I did something so irresponsible. On top of that, Arcadia was the one to answer my phone and that would raise quite a few questions when I got home. As I hid under a pillow, heavy footsteps sounded down the hallway, catching my attention as they came closer with each step. The door was suddenly flung open and a familiar red head stepped into the room, quickly looking at me before settling on Dakota. He walks over to the bed and kicks him out, a mess of blankets and sheets tangled around a cursing Dakota strewn across the floor.

"Dammit Castiel! Can't you like, gently shake people awake instead of kicking them out?" Dakota hisses while attempting to untangle himself from the sheets. A smirk forms on Castiel's lips and he lets out a low chuckle.

"I'll wake you up however I like, now get up, breakfast is ready. You too Pretty Boy." He says before turning on his heel and walking back out. Dakota and I share a brief glance before shrugging and getting up and following him.

The two of us wander out into the kitchen and sat down, Dakota begins to chatter with Rosalya and Melody while I rested my head on my arms and proceeded to mentally kick myself on the table.

'My head is killing me. How much did I drink last night?'

I figured I must have a really bad hangover, never in my entire life have I ever experienced a headache this bad.

"Hey so the pimp boy's awake huh?" A unfamiliar voice asks. Peeking out from behind my arms, I found two twins standing in front of me, one a bluenette and the other raven.

'Those two look familiar for some reason...'

I had probably met them from somewhere before hand but I couldn't quite put my finger on it with this headache. I grumbled a 'yes' to answer their question, earning a giggle from the others.

"Man you were gone last night." One of them said teasingly. "Cuddling up to Arcadia while completely oblivious to the death glare you were getting from Castiel."

I look back up at them, annoyed by how casual they were with me.

"I'm sorry but do I know you?" I ask grudgingly. The bluenette waved a hand around and shook his head.

"Nah, we only just met the others yesterday. We decided to come here and have a bit of fun before moving to our new school." He says casually.

"Oh yeah? And what school would that be?" I ask, gratefully accepting a cup of coffee from Melody.

"Some school called Sweet Amoris High." The bluenette replied cheerfully, causing me to choke on my coffee.

"You're Armin and Alexy?!" I choke, panic setting in. The others look at me strangely, a mixture of both shock and surprise at my outburst.

'This is not good. First time meeting the new students and I was drunk! And they don't even know I'm the school council president.'

As I went to speak, a hand gently patted me on the head. Embarrassed, I sank into my chair and hid behind my hand. As she continued to pet me, I become increasingly annoyed with how well she looked. Unlike me, she seemed perfectly fine and was sure she had at least twice as much alcohol compared to me.

"You'll have to excuse Nathaniel's tardiness. Our school council president isn't... accustomed, to drinking." Arcadia explains, in what seemed to be a British accent? "I'm certain he'll greet you in a more dignified manner once you begin your attendance at Sweet Amoris High."

"Whoa, whoa, wait back it up." Alexy cuts in. "You mean this guy here is the school council president of Sweet Amoris High? And you guys all go there?" He asks dumbfound. I hesitantly nod, soon followed by the others. Alexy bursts out into laughter, his brother joining in as well. I could have sworn I was glowing red I was that embarrassed. Never in my life have I just wanted to curl up and hide in my bed, never to get back out again.

'I'm never going to live this down.'

Author Note:

Chapter seventeen done and dusted :3

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