SAND
"Delilah. Get the fuck up." With the sound of the curtain being thrown back, fast, light suddenly filled my bunk.
"Jesus Christ, Nick." I muttered, covering my eyes with my forearm. Suddenly, he was dragging me out of bed. "Nick! Stop!" But he had already thrown me over his shoulder.
"We are in Southern California, right next to a beautiful beach," he dropped me down on the couch, "get your swimsuit on and meet us outside." I groaned loudly, grabbing my Sidekick off the floor and checking the time. 11:34 AM. I had barely slept off my drunken state of mind. At least I got a few hours in.
I quickly changed, throwing on a black string bikini lazily. Who gave a shit, really? All these boys had seen me with fewer clothes on at sometime in their life. I strutted outside, grabbing my black Ray-Bans and a towel on my way out.
"I have arrived!" Striking a pose quickly, I shouted into the near deserted beach. I saw Nick roll his eyes, a giant smile breaking on his face, before he walked over and wrapped a well-toned arm around my waist.
"Thank God. I was getting a little bored with just Joe. He's basically afraid to be his usual wacky self, thanks to you. No offense." I scoffed loudly.
"Offense taken. It's not like I asked for this." I shrugged, "let's just go." As we began walking towards the beach, I noticed something that had previously escaped me. Camera flashes, everywhere, by the dozens, all aimed towards Nick and me. He just seemed to keep that smoldering look in his eyes, ignoring each and every bulb. Meanwhile, I looked like a petrified mouse just caught in the trap. I felt his arm tighten.
"Don't worry, okay? They just like picking on the fresh meat. Plus, you look so ridiculously good right now, it isn't even funny." Nick muttered, barely looking away from the destination: three beach chairs in the sand, one already taken by Joe. I nodded quickly, not wanting to seem weak. Wait; did Nick just call me hot? I mentally checked myself. It's true; I'm a looker. A size two waist, lean and toned thanks to 15 years of running six hours a day. Yes, I do use it to my advantage, and I'm aware that makes me a bitch.
We joined Joe, collapsing on the rickety chairs in a huff. I had to look him over. I couldn't help it. He was just so gorgeous, his aviators pulled over his eyes, managing to remain uncovered by his shaggy mess of hair. His shirtless form was enough to make me want to jump him right then and there. He noticed our presence, but just acknowledged them with a nod.
"Fuck this shit, I'm going swimming." He spoke abruptly. I just looked him over once again as he shot up. "Anyone coming?" I gave Nick a quick look, he returned it with a nod, and we were following Joe towards the water.
"It's not like swimming will make them leave us alone." I supplied meekly, casting a glance over my shoulder at the now filling beach, civilians and paparazzi alike. Joe just shrugged, lifting his arms high above his head with a sleek smile.
"Then let's give them a show." Suddenly, his arms were around my waist, his hands tangled in my hair, and his lips pressed against mine, delivering a rushed kiss. Nick just rolled his eyes, laughing lightly as he dove into the oncoming waves. I pushed Joe away from me lightly, seeing his devilish smirk appear slowly. "God Damn, Delilah, I've wanted to do that since the moment I saw you." And with that, he was under the waves, following his brother.
And I was under the waves, drowning in disbelief.
KEVIN
"He did WHAT?" Kevin's voice rang loudly through the whole bus.
"It's not that hard to figure out, Jay. Shane kissed Delilah. He says it was a publicity thing, but I think it had a lot more to do with their past then he'd like us to think."
I really didn't know if the two knew we were listening, but we were. Joe and I sat in the bunks, looking across at each other, but keeping our ears focused intently on the conversation happening in the lounge.
"Well no fucking duh, Nick. Joe's still crazy about the girl. But now he's just toying with her." I felt that one, right in my heart, as my gazed quickly dropped to the floor instead of being held by Joe's a moment longer. His voice barely touched my ears.
"That isn't true." I let my eyes travel up towards his again. He held a genuine smile on his lips. He opened his mouth to speak again, but suddenly, the curtain separating the bunks and the lounge was ripped open, and Kevin stood on the other side, fuming.
"No more fucking with her, alright? She's been through shit too, just as much as you. It's not like she wanted to leave you." Kevin was staring Joe down. I had never seen him so pissed, and possessive.
"Kevin, there really isn't a need for this. It was just a one time thing." I spoke up quickly, not wanting this to escalade. Joe's head whipped back at me.
"That isn't true either." His tone was defensive, and he looked almost angry with me for assuming so. The look on my face must've been a winner, because when Nick entered, he immediately began laughing.
"Nick, shut up." All three of us chimed in, and Nick immediately did so.
"If this is how it's going to be, you constantly messing with her and then with some groupie chick next week, I don't want to be a part of it. Just know what you're getting yourself into, Dee." With a quick nod of my head, and a roll of Kevin's eyes, he turned around back towards the lounge, letting the curtain fall closed and leaving the three of us in an awkward silence.
"I'll just slowly back out of the bunking area now," Nick announced, doing so until the curtain fell closed again, leaving us alone. I immediately jumped down.
"I guess I'll go play guitar hero with Kev." Just as I finished the sentence, Joe jumped down and pressed me up against the bunk walk, one hand on my hip, the other blocking my only way out.
"Or you could stay here, with me." He leaned in close enough so I could feel his breath on my neck, sending a gross amount of shivers down my spine.
"How is it that you can still do this to me?" I let my hands find their place around his neck and pulled him closer.
"You're weak." He spoke softly, his lips falling into his trademark sexy smirk, and then he kissed me. Sparks ignited inside of me, and the shivers turned into full on tremors. I returned it passionately, running my hands through his hair. A low groan emitted from my lips as he departed, moving his way down my neck.
"We can fucking hear you." Kevin growled from just beyond the curtain, and I pushed Joe off. He just rolled his eyes.
"Then you can clearly hear how happy I'm making little Delilah here, and you should be glad." Joe leaned in again, placing a trail of kisses square on my jaw line. I wanted nothing more then to rip his clothes off then and there, but I weakly pushed him off.
"Later." He nodded in agreement and backed off, lifting himself back into his bunk with ease. I just shook my head in disbelief. Did that really just happen?