The Boys of Summer: Revamped and Edited for Proper Reading Pleasure!

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Rating: PG-13

Characters/Pairings: Takeru, Daisuke, Yamato, Taichi, Hikari, Ken (Taikeru, Daito)

Summary: Old summary - What do you get when you put four boys together for a whole summer? A lot of chaos! With the beach, the pineapples, the banana nut muffins, and the really hot Bishounens, anything could happen.

New Summary – Takeru gets stuck reuniting with his long-lost brother for four weeks. Can he tolerate Yamato's crazy roomates or will he miss the opportunity of becoming a 'boy of summer?'

A/N: Wow, I can't believe how horrible I used to write. Wait, scratch that, I can. Jeeze, how was this story so popular? It was in chat speak for goodness sakes!! And so many spelling mistakes, and, oh the ever shifting tenses. (shudders) I'm so-so sorry, and to make it up to you, here's chapter 2! Enjoy! Oh, and review if you could.

Chapter 2

Takeru woke with a start. He held his breath as he sat up, opened his eyes and looked around. On the walls were posters of bands he had only briefly heard of, such as Billy Talent and Sum 41, movie pictures, like Grind and Lords of Dogtown, and snapshots of people, most that included a blonde and two brunette males, a couple with one brunette female and a blue haired boy. In the corner of the room was a desk with notebook paper littered all over it. Poetic words, Takeru knew, would be found there, as he had glanced that way when he had turned on the lamp next to the papers to unpack his bag. Beside the desk was a weathered acoustic guitar, a pick stuck in the strings.

Seeing that his surroundings were the same as they were the night before, he sighed and muttered, "Dammit." He let himself fall back onto the pillow that he had rested upon for the last six hours. So it was official. He had already spent 12 hours in this worthless town.

After he had mentally declared the "shit-faced jerk of the year" to be Taichi, Takeru had to withstand Yamato's attempt to engage him in light conversation. It wasn't smooth, nor was it chunky. What he did learn was that the people here obviously have way too much time on their hands, repeat themselves numerous times and are completely obsessed with a worthless pool of water.

"You like the summer time?"

"Yes."

"Ever been to the ocean?"

"No."

"Wow, he's never been to the ocean."

"What? He's never been to the ocean?"

"I can't believe you've never been to the ocean."

"You've never even seen the ocean?"

"No."

"Do you like the ocean?"

"I've never been to the ocean."

"I can't believe you've never been to the ocean."

"You've gotta check it out. The ocean is the best."

"Take him to the beach tomorrow, Dais. He's gotta see the ocean."

"Never, you've never seen the ocean?"

"…No."

"But we live on an island. You've never, ever seen the ocean?"

"No. I've never been to the ocean."

"…Wow."

"Take him tomorrow, Dais. He's gotta check it out."

"I'm so taking you to the beach tomorrow. You just have to check this out."

"Okay."

"…I can't believe you've never seen the ocean."

The blonde rolled his eyes just thinking about it. The rest of the conversation had switched back and forth from music interests, the beach, movies, the ocean, TV shows, the beach, food, the ocean, the beach, skating, the ocean, and surfing. In the ocean, of course.

"Whoa, you've never been surfing?"

"Never?"

"Not once?"

"…I've never seen the ocean."

"So?"

"Um Dais, he has a point. You kinda need the ocean to surf."

"You do?"

"You'll have to learn. Yamato, do you think he should learn?"

"Totally."

"Oh, I guess you do need the ocean."

Takeru couldn't help but laugh a little. Daisuke was quite the character. In about 5.2 seconds, the hyper brunette had managed to tell him that he was one of the best local surfers to have ever graced the Japanese coast and had won a hot dog eating contest just last week, and that this was a good omen for the upcoming surf competition as he was totally sure that he would "own it and take every one else out big time."

Yamato had also given Takeru a little tid bit of personal information, although he explained it in a longer and practical amount of time than Daisuke. The acoustic guitar belonged to Yamato, and the poetic words were his own – as was the room itself; Yamato was using their (apparently) absent father's bed for the time being. The older blonde was a songwriter and enjoyed his nonprofit freelance work as a musician. There weren't any offers at the time, but as an enthusiastic Daisuke claimed, "there were sure to be plenty of them peoples knocking down this door any day now."

Unfortunately, Taichi had also chosen this as the opportune moment to acquaint himself with the younger blonde.

"I think the sky should be green. Don't you think the world would be a better place if the sky were green? Blue is so overrated. I mean, if the sky were green, the water and the ocean would be green. And that would be awesome. Not that the ocean isn't awesome, it so totally is, but if it were green – well, more green than it is now, cause sometimes it is a pretty sweet bluish-green tint – it would be even more awesome. If that is possible, cause the ocean so totally rocks."

The people in Odaiba must have a strange disease that causes them to think the ocean is the greatest thing in the world since the invention of fire. That's what they were, Takeru thought. Cavemen. He had to live with cavemen for a month.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Startled slightly, Takeru sat back up off the bed. "Yea?"

"Hey, you alive in there?" Stumbling out of the bed, Takeru walked to the door. He unlocked it and was immediately blinded by the light that flooded into the dark room. "Oh, you are alive. Good. Breakfast is ready."

Takeru blinked as his eyes strained to make out the image of what seemed to be a blonde head. The blurry blonde promptly turned and began to walk away. Takeru, still partially asleep, thought it would be best to follow him, so he did. Their feet padding lightly on the carpet as the two boys found their way into the living room was the only sound Takeru heard.

In the kitchen came a strained yelp. "There's still cheese cake from last Thursday! Sweetness!" At those words of food, Takeru instantly was drawn to the source. He shook his head in attempt to wake himself up.

When his eyesight cleared, he noticed two other people in his company. Yamato, obviously the blurry blonde from before, had sat down at the dining room table and was pouring himself a bowl of cereal.

"My God! Are you sure you should be up right now?" Takeru turned to find the bushy haired boy from yesterday, still annoying as ever, standing next to the fridge, a bowl of Cinnamon Toast Crunch in hand. "I mean, it's only 11 o'clock. Aren't you gonna melt or turn to dust if the morning sun hits you? Maybe you should go back into your new cave and wait for the afternoon."

Takeru ignored him and walked sluggishly towards the center of the kitchen, trying to remember where to find a bowl, when he remembered that he couldn't because he didn't know. Daisuke was in there, sitting on the counter top, chewing on a banana nut muffin.

"Hey! Hungry? Bowls are over there," the brunette pointed to the cabinets to the left, "cups over here," and to the ones on the right, "spoons and crap under here," then kicked the drawer beneath his feet, "and an all you can eat buffet in the fridge," finishing with a flick of the thumb at the white piece of machinery in question.

Opting the more direct route towards instant food-gratification, the blonde opened the fridge. He sat there for a while, waking up even more as the cold air washed over his sleep-layered face, before narrowly avoiding the week old, mold covered cheese cake from last Thursday and grabbing a plastic containers of strawberries.

"Hmmm," Yamato said as he shoved a spoonful of Lucky Charms into his mouth. "Forgot we even had those."

Takeru trudged his way into the living room and sat wearily on the couch, moving a few jackets and a sweater off first. But, before he could even open his strawberries, Taichi had suddenly slid up beside him.

"Yum, can I have one. Thank you dearest Teeks." He slipped one hand into the container and began to reach for a particularly ripe and plump piece of fruit when his hand was smacked away.

"Hey!" Taichi rubbed his hand where it was slowly turning red and glared at the emotionless boy beside him. "Sharing is caring, it can be fun!"

Takeru quickly grabbed the strawberry that the brunette was after and held it to his lips as he replied, "I don't like fun."

Watching angrily as the blonde ate it, slowly, Taichi growled and crossed his arms. "You're a selfish asshole."

Takeru stuck his strawberry-flavored tongue out at the brunette. "Fuck you."

Taichi raised his eyebrows and gave the younger another flash of his annoying smile. "Is that a promise?"

He laughed as Takeru scowled, grumbled profanity and stood up, taking his strawberries with him. Taichi waited until he heard a door slam before turning to Yamato and Daisuke. "Kinda stiff, ain't he?"

Yamato shrugged his shoulders and continued chewing his marshmallows as Daisuke opened the fridge to get another muffin. Taichi heard his half cousin whine as he searched through the fridge. "Awww, Tai. Just leave him alone."

The older brunette rolled his eyes. "But then I'd be giving him what he wants."

……Daisuke's POV: Obnoxious and Proud!……

Sometimes I am sure Tai is a dumbass. I mean, totally brain dead. He doesn't know how to act around other people. Always coming off as an immature second grader who's fave past times include pulling hair and kicking dirt.

I mean, it was, like, totally obvious that he was attracted to the little dude. But I dunno. That kid Takeru had a ree-aly short fuse, I could sense it right from the get go. And yet I knew that he also had a wild spirit in him, the type that wants to go, go, go. So perfect for surfing...

But, anyway, at the rate that Taichi was going, he was gonna get abso-tive-in-lutly nada from Keru. Well, besides a well needed ass whoppin'. Tai better watch out, I thought to myself as I watched Takeru stomp away from the couch. For his own good if not for the other kid's.

Yama sat kinda glum-like at the table. Well, he's always kinda glum-like, but more that day than usual. He was really looking forward to meeting his long lost brother. Hadn't raved and harped about it, but more or less kinda been all, like, I wonder if Takeru likes linguini or spaghetti, I wonder if Takeru would want to watch The Notebook or Old School, I wonder if Takeru wears boxers or briefs… Just kidding about that last one, I had suggested that question – only to be thwaped really hard by Yama.

To get straight with the point, Yama was anticipatingly waiting all the past week for some connection to a family, cause his dad's always away and stuff. Awwww, too bad that Taichi-no-baka had to go and screw up everything...

Well, anyway, I finished my muffin, which was really good cause banana nut muffins rock, especially when they don't have the actual nuts in them cause I hate nuts. Yea, when the banana nut muffins are nut less, they are the be all in the end bestest things ever.

So back to me finishing my muffin, I threw away the wrapper and walked towards Keru's room, nudging Yama tenderly and smacking Taichi on the back of his head as I passed them by. I nearly glomped the blonde mass of hotness when he sighed in frustration, frowning at the door I was approaching.

Okay, I must admit, Yamato's the most incredibly attractiveness insane like whoa hottie. I thought, maybe if I help Takeru slip into the grove around here and well, you know, look happy, maybe I could score some points, or something else… Er, I mean, I wanted to assist in assignment, Assimilate the Objective Teen! Not to mention that I really wanted that kid to get some sun.

I snickered at my apparent alliteration, something that I had obviously enjoyed in English. Haha, there I go again.

Never minding the loudly whispered warning from my idiot cousin – "Leave him be, he's awaiting his nightfall feeding" – I knocked on the door.

"Go to hell." I smiled. That kid's got spunk, I always knew it.

"Hey, Keru man, come here." But I had to teach the little dude that I've got some too.

"Why?" Let's see, how could I do it this time?

"Okay man. Have it your way. Well, the other day I was walking down the streets, and, oh dude, I'm telling you this now, we live so close to the beach that you can taste the salt in the air. Literally, you step outside and it's like CNAL is floating along. Or is it called LCAN? Whatever, so yea. You get all types of crazy persons out here. Like the wino-man who lives in the garbage can behind Lazers. He likes to break out into random Jimmy Buffet songs. One time he jumped out at me and my friend and started wailing some song that went like this, 'Grrrrape fruuuuit! Juuuciy fruuuuit! Something like a baaathing suuuit!' Something like that, I don't exactly remember. So yea, he was all like, I'm trying out for Japan Idol, what 'cha think? And we were all like, get off me you f-ing drunk. Except we didn't say that cause we didn't want him to rape us or steal our shoes and stuff. So we just nodded our heads and told him we'd text our votes to him. And then we speed walked away. And then there's these triplets. Yes man, mad hot triplets! Well, they're a year ahead of me, but it's hard not to know who they are cause they've got zoomers the size of beach balls. I'm not kiddin, dude, I'm talking damn fine! They're always in super, super tiny bikinis, which doesn't make any sense at all since they all have racks the size of bowling balls-"

Sure enough, the door suddenly flung open and a disgruntled dip-wad of a blonde stood there and growled lowly. "Shut…up…"

Ha! I knew that would work on him. He's just like his - really hot, sexy, drool - brother.

I smiled and quickly said, "Great! Grab some trunks and let's head out. You, me, and the beach dude!"

I didn't give him any time to react, spinning on my heels and making my way towards the room Tai and I always could call our own to grab my "stay at Yama's" body suit and shorts. That's me, atypical go with the flow kinda dude. Keru was about to get a fab intro-induction to the wonder world of Daisuke Motomiya, first scene's setting the ocean-o.

We were gonna have some fun today, my inner ear was telling me exactly that. Hey, you never know, it snickered. We might even run into those triplets...