Giorno lay on the floor, covered in a soft orange blanket, still sleeping. The sun beams made it hard to stay asleep, and he tossed and turned, causing Fugo to groan and hug him. Giorno stopped wiggling to let him rest, but the sun wouldn't allow Giorno to. Annoyed, he woke up, but Fugo wasn't next to him. Instead, it was Narancia.
Giorno's eyes were wide open. How did this happen? Never mind that. He tried to slip away, but Narancia held him tighter.
"Mista," he said in his sleep.
There was no way Giorno was getting out of this. Or so he thought until Narancia tossed around, hugging Fugo instead. He got up and saw it, not getting jealous, but was unsure if he should wake up Narancia. The boy slept peacefully but drooled on the Fugo, but he didn't like getting dirtied or slobbered on.
Then Fugo tossed around, hugging Mista. That's when he realized something was wrong. Fugo woke up, looking at Giorno, who stood above him. "What?" He looked to his left and right. "How the—" He moved Narancia's arm, got up, and looked at his boyfriend, concerned about his eye. "How's your eye? It looks bruised."
Giorno touched the area around his eye and felt a slight pain. "It'll be fine."
They heard Trish yawn and looked at her. She slept on the couch. "Oh, my back! Oh, good morning! Oh, Giorno, your eye!"
Sheila, who slept on a different couch, woke up soon after. "Morning. Ugh, I'm hungry." She rubbed her eyes. "What do you—" She sniffed the air. "I smell coffee. Hold on. I'll be back." She got up and went into Narancia's kitchen.
"We didn't think about breakfast," Trish said. "What will we eat today? Are we going to a restaurant? I hope Narancia wakes up soon."
Sheila returned with a cup of coffee and sat on the couch. "Narancia's dad made coffee if you guys want any." On the coffee table was a TV remote. "These two won't mind if I turn on the TV, do they?"
The three shrugged.
"Eh, I'll turn on the TV, anyways. I'll try not to be loud."
She turned on the TV, which turned to the news, causing Narancia's dad to walk into the living room despite the low volume.
"Could you leave it there?" he asked. "I need to know if there's any traffic." He snatched the remote before Sheila could answer and turned up the volume, causing Narancia and Mista to wake up.
"Ugh, what time is it?" Narancia said as he slowly stood up.
"It's almost 7 AM," his dad answered. "I should be ready to leave. Narancia, make sure to take your friends out for breakfast. I don't want them to eat all the food we have." He took out his wallet and handed his boy some cash. "Oh, and make sure you buy some toothpaste. We're running low." He left.
"Wow," Sheila said. She then faced Narancia. "So, where are we eating?"
Narancia looked at the amount of money he had. "Probably McDonald's."
"Ugh, McDonald's?" Giorno complained.
"Don't McDonald's from across the world have different menus?" Narancia looked at Fugo for answers.
"Well, yeah," he said. "But you might as well have something at home. It's not that good."
"Come on! McDonald's is the only place I can afford to buy food."
"I guess I could try it," Giorno said.
"Sweet! McDonald's it is, then!" Narancia smiled.
"Should we brush our teeth now?" Mista asked. "I don't eat breakfast anywhere else, but I at least brush my teeth before I head out."
"We probably should," Trish said. "I also need to put some makeup on Giorno before we leave."
Narancia tried to avoid looking at his face. "I'm sorry about that."
"It's alright," Giorno said. He then looked at his boyfriend. "Oh, Fugo, want me to wear the blue outfit today?"
After everyone brushed their teeth and changed clothes, they walked to McDonald's. There wasn't much on the menu, but Giorno got something that wasn't a McMuffin.
"So," Narancia started, looking at Giorno eat, "do you like it?"
Giorno had a pane al cioccolato, chocolate bread. "Um, it tastes like chocolate." He also had a cup of coffee and took a sip. "Hmm, coffee isn't my thing, though. I wonder where shall we head to?" he asked, looking at Fugo.
"The beach!" Trish interrupted.
Fugo frowned. "The beach? Really? I think—"
"That sounds like a great idea," Giorno interrupted. "I wonder how the water feels like here."
"Oho! You'll love it!" Mista added. "Ah, I'd go, but my legs are tired from playing Just Dance yesterday and walking over here."
"Ugh, same!" Narancia complained. "I'm never doing that again."
"Giorno, are you sure you want to go to the beach?" Fugo asked.
"Yeah, of course! Besides, you're probably tired of visiting these historical places you've already visited."
"I was going to suggest heading to Museo Cappella Sansevero. But I never get tired of going to places I've seen. I'll follow you anywhere." He held Giorno's hand under the table, slightly squeezing it.
"So," Trish started, "Giorno, you have a swimsuit?"
"Of course I do."
"Alright, so it's just going to be us four."
"Don't drown out there," warned Mista.
"Make that six," Sheila said. "Clara is coming with Toto."
"Toto?" Giorno questioned.
"That's my dog."
"Well, don't let us keep you from going," Narancia said. "I just texted my mom. She's coming by to pick us up."
Clara arrived at the McDonald's to pick up Sheila, Trish, Fugo, and Giorno but dropped the blonds off at the mansion to prepare for the trip to the beach. Giorno brought some fruit and water, placing them in the cooler, and Fugo searched every room for sunscreen. They were ready to go, and Fugo texted Sheila.
"Hey," Giorno spoke, "which beach are we heading to?"
Fugo asked Sheila through text where they were heading. "Spiaggia Miliscola."
They waited for the girls to arrive and got in their car when they came, and Clara drove to the destination. The girls already had their swimsuits on. Trish had a light yellow ruffle two-piece swimsuit with white polka dots, and Sheila looked the same as usual except missing her loose coat. Clara only wore a plain green one-piece swimsuit, and Toto sat on Sheila's lap.
Once they arrived at the beach, they picked a spot and planted their umbrella, chairs, and towels. The girls helped each other put on sunscreen while the blonds helped themselves. Since the blonds finished applying the sunscreen, they were about to head into the water until Sheila stopped them.
"Hey, Fugo, what do you have in your cooler?" she asked.
"Fruits. We brought grapes, apples, watermelon—"
"Watermelon? Can I have some?"
"Sure! Go nuts! We also brought some French mineral water."
Trish looked at Fugo. "I am thirsty. Sheila, could you hand me a bottle?"
While the girls ate and drank, the boys went into the water.
"The water's warm!" Giorno commented.
"I haven't been to the beach in years," Fugo said. "I don't think Mother would've approved, but whatever." He splashed water at him, damping his hair. "I've never seen you with wet hair before until now."
Giorno splashed him. "Neither have I."
"Hey, wait for me!" Sheila yelled at them.
"Didn't you just eat?" Giorno asked. "You'll get a cramp."
"I think that's a myth," Fugo informed him. "Then again, I could be wrong. My parents made me focus on law, not health."
"I'm not going that deep into the water," she said. "Trish, you coming?"
"Alright!" Trish hurried to Sheila's side.
"Clara, what about you?"
"I need to watch the dog," she said.
The girls joined the blonds, swimming and playing around for a while. However, they forgot Trish applied makeup on Giorno to cover his bruised eye. It went unnoticed until Fugo went to kiss him.
"Oh no," Fugo said. "We forgot!"
"Your bruise!" Trish panicked. "I didn't bring my makeup with me!"
"Just look like an emo for now."
"An emo?" questioned Giorno. "I doubt an emo would be at the beach."
"Shoot, how will we explain this?" Sheila asked.
"I don't know," Fugo said. "Does it hurt still?"
"If I touch it."
"This looks bad for you, Fugo," Trish said. "They'll think you're an abuser."
"But I didn't do it!" he yelled. "It's Narancia's fault!"
"Quiet, you two!" Sheila demanded. "Two people are approaching my sister. One is some guy with tattoos on his arms and pink hair. The other guy has short white hair and is buff, like a bodybuilder. They're holding hands."
"Pink hair?" Trish looked at the couple. Clara said something to them, causing the buff guy to panic. The pink-haired guy looked confused. "I wasn't going to ask that pink-haired guy something, but he looks way too young to—"
"Trish, I think you should give that a rest."
"What's going on?" Giorno asked.
"Nothing, it's nothing." Trish frowned.
The more Giorno spent time with Fugo's friends, the more curious he got. "Let's get out of the water. We've been soaking long enough."
"Huh? What about your bruise?" Sheila asked.
"We can't hide it." Giorno got out of the water.
Clara focused on Toto until she heard someone approaching her again. "Oh, Giorno—what happened to your eye? Did Sheila hit you? I thought bruises show up in a day or two."
"Narancia accidentally hit me. I'll be drying up here." Giorno sat on his towel, grabbing grapes and a bottled glass of water from the cooler.
Fugo and the others got out of the water and joined him. Trish sat on a chair and read a book from her bags, and Sheila tried to build a house made out of sand for Toto.
"Hey, sis," Sheila said, still focused on her building, "who were those two you were talking with?"
"I don't know the pink-haired guy," Clara answered, "but the guy he was with is Risotto Nero." She sighed. "He's one of Illuso's friends."
"A friend of Illuso?" Sheila's brows furrowed, and she revealed her teeth. She looked ready to bite someone. "Grr, a friend of Illuso is an enemy of mine!"
"This isn't helping!" Clara covered her face and started crying.
Sheila felt bad and continued building the dog house.
"Don't worry," consoled Trish, who brought out her phone. "Illuso will be a social pariah after the callout post I made on Tumblr and Twitter. No one will want to hang out with an abuser."
"What!" She stopped crying. "Take that down right now! You'll get in trouble for that!"
"I don't understand. I thought you hated him."
"I do, but don't spread lies! Take it down, now!"
"Alright. There, it's gone." Trish showed her phone to Clara.
Fugo brought his phone out from the bag. "It's gone. I don't see it."
"What's going on?" whispered Giorno.
"Illuso broke up with Clara, and she won't get over it," he whispered. "Rumor has it that Illuso realized that he's gay. I think she should get over it."
"But did he abuse her?"
"No! I don't think so."
They spent a few more minutes at the beach until it was time to head home. Trish and the others took a photo before they left and posted it on Instagram. Clara dropped off the boys and drove off. Fugo and Giorno headed to the mansion and noticed a small box. Fugo opened it, and it was their Assassin's Creed original characters.
"Huh, Scolippi must've been here," Giorno said.
"Let's put this inside."
The two entered the mansion, heading to the room. Fugo placed the sculpture on the nightstand, and Giorno went into the bathroom to shower.
"You think we should make a vlog?" Fugo asked, waiting for Giorno to get out of the shower.
"That's fine, but aren't we on summer vacation?" Giorno shouted so he could hear him.
"We need to make views somehow while we're vacationing."
"Why don't you schedule some videos?"
"I did, but I didn't think how quickly time passed. I did think of making more, but I wanted a break."
The shower stopped, and Giorno slightly peeped out from the door. "Alright, then, let's make a vlog."
"Right."
After Fugo took his shower, the two talked about how their vacation went and discussed their plans for the next four days before Giorno had to go home. The thought of Giorno leaving had upset Fugo, causing his boyfriend to kiss him.
"Feeling better now?" Giorno asked.
"Could I have a little more?"
Giorno smiled and attacked him with kisses.
"Want me to edit that out?" Fugo asked.
"I don't mind if people see us."
"I'd like to keep it, but YouTube would probably take it down. Ugh, I wish there was a better platform to post on." He frowned but smiled soon after. "Want to try Dead Island? I've never tried it before."
"Neither have I. Is it okay if I record us playing it? We could post it on the group channel."
"Alright, but I'm not editing it."
"Don't worry. Just post the video privately then we'll edit it whenever we feel like it."