Kelly and Bruce decided to take a walk on the beach and catch up with each other. Bruce changed from his speedway gear to a light pink t-shirt and jeans.
Bruce was mad about Kelly. He dated many girls, with his devilish charm and big blue eyes, but there was something special about Kelly. It was the way she teased him, challenged him, and inspired him.
"I really wish I could stay here forever with you," Bruce said.
Kelly laughed and said nothing. Her laugh meant "I love you too." They walked, and walked, and walked on the soft sands, Bruce holding her hand.

Bobby wouldn't give his brother a taste of his own medicine by interrupting this romantic rendezvous. He was wiser than that. Way behind Bruce and Kelly, Bobby and Kathy were also enjoying a walk on the beach. Bobby wore a pale blue button-up shirt and those white pants of his. Kathy wore a flowery dress which was perfect for a such a vacation.
"It's such a beautiful day," she said with a sigh, looking to the blue sky. "I wonder if there are ever bad days at Ocean Island."
"I wonder," Bobby replied almost solemnly.
"What's on your mind, Bobby? You seem distant."
Bobby looked into Kathy's eyes, which made Kathy feel nervous. She looked away, hoping he didn't notice how much she was blushing.
"It's just that," he said, looking forward, "I'm sorry this vacation has to end tomorrow."
Kathy chuckled. "Live in the moment, Bobby!"
"Right," he said.
There was something on his mind, and it wasn't the vacation ending. Kathy knew this. His eyes wandered off far away. He looked serious; he did not smile, in spite of the lovely weather and gorgeous sky.
"I wonder how Bruce and Kelly are doing," Kathy said, interrupting the awkward silence.
"Them?" Bobby said, stopping and looking into Kathy's eyes again. There was a hint of frustration in his voice. He was almost frowning as he continued, "What about us?"
His eyes were strikingly blue in that moment. There was a fire in them which unsettled Kathy. She never really thought about how tall he was until now, as he loomed over her. She felt overwhelmed. She knew exactly what he meant when he asked that strange question, but all she could reply with was, "What do you mean?"
Bobby shook his head, as if he was impatient. Maybe it was the over 100 degree temperature and burning sands causing him to act like this. He firmly held Kathy's arms and gave a sigh, as if he was going to deliver a lengthy speech. But he had nothing to say. Words couldn't express his feelings in this moment. He closed his eyes. Kathy was blushing all over. What else could she do in this moment? She couldn't speak, for she had nothing to say either. Bobby opened his eyes again and they stared at each other.
"Kathy," he started, as if he was going to say more. But he didn't. He was silent as he saw a gleam of acceptance in Kathy's eyes. He kissed her quickly and tenderly on the lips. Their hearts were beating quickly and nervously. Bobby's hands got clammy, and he let go of Kathy's arms. There was a torrid silence. Kathy remembered when Bruce interrupted their watching of the sunset and how he called them "lovebirds."
"Bobby," she said, her voice nervously quivering, "how long have you felt like this?"
"A long time," he explained, his voice strained.
Kathy wondered if she had passed out in the hot weather and started dreaming. She would never be able to see her partner the same way again.
The sun began setting as they continued their walk together, slowly and silently heading back to Grossie's place.

Bruce and Kelly were snuggling on the couch when Kathy and Bobby entered.
"Well, would you look at the lovebirds!" Bruce said.
Kathy was mortified. Normally she would've shaken her head and laughed it off, but it only reminded her of Bobby's strong hands on her arms, the fire in his eyes, and his tender kiss. Did she want this, especially from her partner? Kathy was visibly upset, though she tried to hide it. She gave a fake smile and headed to her room. Bruce felt bad.
"What happened?" he asked.
"Nothing," said Bobby, a little anger in his voice. He went to his room.
After they had left the room, Bruce continued kissing Kelly.
"Dinner's ready!" called Grossie excitedly.
It was a chicken dinner cooked by Chef Poncherello.
"Bon appétit!" he said, serving the dinner.
They all enjoyed the flavorful, spicy chicken very much.