"All right, whose got the next chicken fight against Tristan and me?"
Everything was a blur after that. Tristan was seriously considering getting his hearing checked at the tender age of fifteen because there was no way those words could have just come out of Miles' mouth. How was this even supposed to work? The simple idea of Miles sitting on his shoulders already made his stomach flip and he was not even experiencing vertigo.
Before he knew what was happening, Miles was bobbing closer towards him in the pool with Luke and Neil not too far behind.
"Miles, what are you doing?" hissed Tristan from the corner of his mouth. "You've got a perfectly good girlfriend right over there in that blue bikini to be your partner."
Miles scoffed. "Yeah, if I wanna lose. She's got noodles for arms. And anyway, I'm tired of always being the bottom."
Tristan's jaw dropped but Miles was too preoccupied picking his weapon of choice to notice the flabbergasted look on the blond's face. Tristan shook his head to get his mind out of the gutter as Miles gracefully glided through the water and hopped on his shoulders.
Let the battle begin.