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And, of course, as always-I own nothing related to Transformers or anything else trademarked or easily recognizable. The extra characters and plot are all products of own imagination. Mikaela woke up the next morning on the floor in front of her and Sam's bed and it took her a moment to remember why they were there and not in the bed. The night before had involved a lot of alcohol as they had all played a bunch of drinking games with the intentions of getting as drunk as possible. At least that part of the night had gone according to plan if Mikaela's headache was anything to go off of. Sam was flat on his back next to her and their legs were all tangled together. He was still asleep which wasn't surprising at all because that boy could sleep for days if she would let him.

As plush as the carpet was, it hurt like hell to sleep on. The whole left side of her body was numb from laying on it. She shifted around trying to get more comfortable, but it was no use. No matter how she laid, it was still uncomfortable. Sam, of course, was completely oblivious to it because he hadn't even moved. Must be nice, she thought to herself. Finally she decided to bite the bullet and just crawl in the bed even though she knew standing upright was going to make her head start pounding worse. A small part of her wanted to leave Sam where he was and not deal with trying to wake him up but even in her hung over state she didn't have the heart to be mean.

"Sam!" She said in a whisper shout and shoved his shoulder roughly. "Sam wake up!" He still didn't move at all.

"Samuel James Witwicky!" This time she put her lips right up to his ear.

"I don't wanna!" Sam spoke in a little kid's voice with his eyes still closed.

"Come on baby," Mikaela pushed on his shoulder again. "Let's get in bed." At the mention of getting in bed, his eyes slowly opened and he looked around in confusion when he noticed where they were.

"Why are we on the floor?"

"I'm guessing we passed out at some point," Sam went to turn and groaned in pain.

"Remind me again why it seemed like such a good idea to stay on the floor instead of getting back in the bed," At one point the night before Sam had fallen off the bed during some particularly rough sex and Mikaela had simply crawled down onto the floor instead of pulling him back up.

"Gotta love tequila," She mumbled reaching for his t-shirt and slipping it over her head and tossed him his boxers. None of their friends were very good about knocking before entering a bedroom and she didn't really want any of them seeing her naked again since she'd had to skinny dip in front of all of them last night.

It took them a little bit to get feeling back in all their extremities and to get rid of some of the soreness from being on the floor for so long, but they finally made it in the bed and Mikaela couldn't help but moan at the softness. Her head was on his chest listening to his heartbeat with one leg draped in between his. The house was quiet and she didn't know if it was because they were on the third floor or if everyone else was still asleep as well, but she was thankful for it. For that matter, she didn't even know what time it was. The last thing she remembered about the night before was the sun had started to come up before they'd ended up in the floor. Sam's breathing had evened out, and she almost thought he'd quickly dozed off again except that he was playing with the ends of her hair. She was physically exhausted, but her mind was wide awake behind the headache.

They'd had a lot of fun the night before. Eventually a game of truth or dare had begun, and Mikaela vaguely remembered having to make out with Christian. The girls had tried to fight it but refusal to go through with a dare meant a triple shot of Crown and neither of them wanted to spend the rest of the night throwing up after drinking that much whiskey at once. It was their own fault anyhow what with their little ploy during the pool game and Colton was just a perv who liked to see girls kissing. Mostly, though, they had all just sat around the bar talking and laughing. It was a calm way to start off what would quickly become a wild spring break.

"Sam," Mikaela said softly not sure if he was still awake or not.

"Hmm," He mumbled.

"I'm sorry," His eyes slowly opened and she could sense his confusion. "Y'know for the whole Kelsey thing."

"'Kaela it's okay," Sam tightened his arm around her.

"I shouldn't have let her get to me. I know you wouldn't do anything."

"I should've noticed what she was doing, but remember what I told you about this ring? It means I love you. And it means you're stuck with me 'cause there's a no refund policy on it. You can't give it back," He said the last part jokingly but she could see the seriousness in his eyes.

"What about exchanging it?" Mikaela teased trying to lighten the mood.

"Only when I put a wedding ring on your finger."

"Mmm, I can't wait," Her eyes turned serious. "You know you made my biggest dream come true right?"

"How's that?" Sam inquired.

"Falling in love with an amazing man, getting married, raising a family…that dream."

"Well, you're definitely right that I am amazing."

"Apparently amazing meant amazingly cocky," She said dryly.

"That's all your fault. Before you I was a bumbling idiot," He smiled crookedly.

"Oh, you still are," Mikaela kissed his cheek when he got a hurt look on his face but his lips twitched as he tried not to smile so she knew he wasn't really hurt. "But it's cute. I wouldn't have you any other way."

They both got lost in their own little world thinking about what she had said. Mikaela had always known she wanted a family. It just never seemed like it would ever happen. Her own family hadn't been that great, and part of that was the reason she wanted her own so bad. There were so many things she'd missed out on with her mother walking out when she was still just a toddler and her dad spending most of her adolescent life behind bars. The hardest part had been that she was an only child. No one else fully understood the life she'd lived or the things she'd gone through. Talking about it hadn't been an option. Her aunt and uncle had taken her in simply because she was family and she was grateful for that, but they'd never really been a part of her life. Even when he'd first gone away, she'd known her friends weren't really friends in the true meaning of the word and so she never even tried to talk to them. The first person who had cared about her enough that she let herself open up to them was Sam and she still hadn't told him everything.

Since she was an only child, she knew she wanted more than one. She'd always imagined having three or four. The oldest would be a boy who would protect the little girl she hoped to have. What she really wanted was a boy and then a set of twins—one boy and one girl. Her oldest boy would be just like his daddy and the youngest boy would be the rambunctious, fearless one. Her little girl would have a heart of gold and be a daddy's girl. In his eyes she could do no wrong, but she would be respectful and not take advantage of that. Maybe they would even have a dog. It was the perfect fantasy, and Mikaela was old enough to know that life rarely goes according to plan but she still hoped she could live out that dream with Sam.

Sam had his own wish for a family. Granted all he was dead set on was that Mikaela was a part of it. Of course he wanted kids, but it goes without saying that boys don't daydream about whether they want sons or daughters and how many of each the way girls do. He would love a little girl who was an exact replica of her mother. A little girl who would be his princess and he would go to the ends of the earth for. At the same time, a boy wouldn't be so bad. They could go fishing or camping and all the other things fathers did with their sons. He could teach him about sports. They could go to all sorts of games all around the country. Really though, as long as it was Mikaela who gave birth to his kids that's all that mattered to him.

Sam was just about to fall back to sleep when he heard their door open and the next thing he knew someone had jumped on to the bed.

"Mikaela, it's spring break! Are you ever gonna get out of bed with this loser?" Christian whined. "I wanna go to the beach!"

"Hate to break it to you but we just barely got in bed," Mikaela smirked.

"Eww, God mental picture I definitely don't want," Christian scrunched up her face disgustedly.

"No we uh…fell asleep on the floor last night."

"Speaking of last night, how about next time you keep it down? We all ended up sleeping on the first floor and we could still hear you."

"Oh whatever," Mikaela laughed in disbelief.

"Listen to this," Christian whipped out her phone and played a video she'd recorded the night before when they'd all made their way to the living room. Mikaela swore she'd never blushed as bad as she did when she heard her moans in the background.

"I didn't think we were that loud," She mumbled abashed and hid her face in Sam's side.

"Baby, we weren't loud. You were loud," Sam teased and she hit him in the stomach.

"Well it's your fault," He couldn't help but swell with pride at her words. Every man likes to hear they can make their significant others feel so good they can't help but scream.

"Now that we've established all that," Christian hurried to change the subject from her best friends' sex lives. "The beach?"

The guys were dumbfounded at the amount of time it took for the girls to get ready to go to the beach. It'd been over an hour since Christian broke into Sam and Mikaela's room finally dragging the two out of bed and they still weren't ready. Sam had been the last of the guys to come downstairs after changing into swim trunks, but that was only because he had jumped into the shower with Mikaela and one thing led to another.

Christian and Mikaela were both using Christian's bathroom to finish getting ready. Granted there really wasn't a whole lot of actual getting ready going on considering they were just going to the beach and would probably spend the day laying out on beach towels. Still, though, the girls refused to leave the house without the barest hint of make up or doing something to their hair. It was taking Mikaela longer to do her hair because unlike Christian, she couldn't just throw it up in a ponytail and go. The messy ponytail look didn't work for her in her opinion.

"Our boys are lucky to have us," Christian admired both of them in the mirror. She was wearing a simple, albeit rather revealing, black bikini under a tank top and shorts. Mikaela had on a skimpy red and white striped bikini with a short jean skirt on. She'd decided to forgo putting a top over her bikini mostly for the fact that she was lazy and didn't want to take it back off in 20 minutes or whenever they got to the beach.

"They damn sure are," Mikaela agreed as she finally finished curling the ends of her hair.

The air crackled with excitement once all ten were in the living room. Most of them had been to the beach before, but it was almost like they were experiencing it for the first time together. All four girls had been at least once along with Leo, Andy, and Colton having been. Sam, Tate, and Tyler had never been to the beach before, and Sam especially was excited. This had definitely been the one part of their trip he was looking forward to the most: Mikaela on the beach in a bikini. Obviously he'd seen her in a bikini before, them both being from California and all, but this was Daytona Beach. Not to mention that he had the sexiest fiancé in the world. What hot blooded male wouldn't be ecstatic?

When he saw Mikaela come down the stairs, he had one of those cheesy look her in the eyes and time stops and everything else fades away moments. The type of moment everyone swears only happens in movies but if they're lucky enough they get the chance to genuinely experience that once in a lifetime moment. Sam thought she'd never looked as stunning as she did right then, and it had nothing to do with her wearing nothing but a bikini, short skirt, and flip flops. It was the confident way she carried herself down the stairs and yet there was an insecure gleam in her eyes. The way she searched for him the whole way down and locked eyes with him. There was that shy little half smile she had every time she wore something new or a little bit different; the one that said all she wanted to do was impress him. It amazed him that that woman was the same woman from the night before who had teased him so mercilessly and he absolutely loved that about her.

Slowly he made his way over to the stairs despite having been in the middle of a conversation with Andy and Tyler mere moments before. She bit her lip nervously waiting for his reaction and he responded by pulling her to him and pressing his lips to hers. The kiss was neither long nor slow; passionate nor chaste. Her skin was warm when he touched her bare sides, but a shiver still ran through her. There were times when their relationship still felt so new even after almost three years.

Rachel broke them from their trance by slapping Mikaela on the ass and yelling at them to come on. They were the last ones out of the house, but it wasn't like they had all that far to go anyhow. Christian's family's beach house pretty much sat right on the water. Being in the exclusive neighborhood meant that the beach was not overly crowded, but there were still a ton of people there. The three single guys were immediately searching for gorgeous women to flirt with the second they'd stepped foot out of the house, and Sam couldn't help but laugh at their antics. Christian and Balie had conned their boys into carrying their towels and tanning oil so Leo and Andy were following the girls as they looked for a spot to lay out under the hot sun. Mikaela looked at Sam and gave him what looked to everyone else like a cute, innocent little grin but he knew her better than anyone. He shook his head in amusement before moving so that she could hop onto his back and he carried her to the beach.

Mikaela watched as their boys headed off to the beach volleyball court nearby them. It would be interesting to watch Sam play, to say the least, because she knew he had never even played regular volleyball before but all six of them were extremely competitive. If he had any say in the matter, the other five would not humiliate him. Hopefully he would pick the game up pretty quickly or he was going to be an absolute grouch.

She turned back to the conversation going on around her in time to hear Rachel whining about being the only single girl, but they all knew she would have no problem at all finding a hot, single guy…or more than one, as was usually the case. Rachel was gorgeous and she knew it; finding guys was never an issue for her as they were usually falling at her feet. Still though, it was fairly amusing to hear her complain about it considering the fact that as she was sitting there talking about it, Mikaela looked around and saw no less than four guys openly ogling her friend. As soon as Rachel stopped to take a breath, Balie quickly spoke up and started talking about the newest clothes she'd bought in an effort to shut Rachel up. The three friends knew once Rachel got started on her rants about men there would be no quieting her for a while. As much as she loved the attention she got from them, she hated men just as much. It was best to keep her off her soapbox as much as they could.

The talking slowly became more sporadic between the four women until finally it was silent as they all enjoyed the sun's hot rays beating down on their bodies. Tanning was the perfect way to relax. For once, they didn't feel the need to be constantly gossiping or talking about boys or fashion. It was enough to simply be lying out next to each other. Christian and Mikaela were turned so they could watch their boys play volleyball from behind their dark sunglasses. Mikaela couldn't help but be slightly turned on at the sight of Sam playing sports; she'd always had a thing for athletes and it was always worse with Sam because he didn't play that often. There were the occasional pickup games of basketball or football, but that was about it. He was so cute too; all sweaty and shirtless with that fiercely determined look on his face.

Christian simply rolled her eyes at her friend. She knew exactly what was running through her mind at the moment and frankly she was just waiting for Mikaela to start drooling. Not that she could really give her a hard time because she was the same way, but she was able to control it better so that it wasn't so blatantly obvious to every single person within a five mile radius that she wanted nothing more than to jump Leo's bones. Although in her defense, they were still in the stage where they couldn't get enough of each other. Christian would have been content to spend the entire break locked in a bedroom with her boyfriend, but she was still glad they had come on this trip with their friends. If they happened to disappear to their room for a few hours, it was really no big deal. After all, the other two couples were bound to do the same and at some point the friends who were single would find them someone to hook up with for a night or two.

The two were soon broken from their daydreams when someone called out Christian's name. Mikaela tried to hide her displeasure when she turned around and saw Kelsey and a couple of her friends. As far as she knew, Christian had no idea her cousin was at the center of Mikaela and Sam's fight the day before and she really wanted to keep it that way. It would only cause tension if that little detail became public knowledge.

Kelsey introduced her friends to the girls and they started to lay towels down to tan with them until Tate hollered over for them to come play volleyball. Balie sidled up next to Mikaela and slung an arm around her shoulders silently conveying that she didn't want the younger girl and her friends around either; however, this trip was about them all having a good time away from Philadelphia and a couple of barely legal girls weren't going to stand in the way of that.

"And this is Leo, Andy, Tate, Colton, Tyler, and Sam," Kelsey pointed to each of the guys as she said their names and Mikaela caught Kelsey's friend giving her a sly wink when she said Sam's name. Tyler immediately started flirting with Kelsey's three friends, and it wasn't long before Colton joined in too. A couple minutes went by filled with idle chit chat and Mikaela couldn't believe Sam was acting the exact same way he had last night. He was completely ignoring her in favor of the other girls. Balie noticed her friend's growing irritation and pulled her towards Andy and Rachel.

"Hey Mikaela," They'd only gotten a few steps away when she felt Sam grab her arm and spin her around. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, his lips were on hers and his hands on her waist pulling her closer.

"What was that for?" She asked breathlessly.

"C'mon now 'Kaela, do you really think I'm that dumb?" He leaned forward and kissed her again.

"Do you really want me to answer that?" She replied smiling teasingly.

"You'd think after two and a half years you would be a little bit nicer," Sam picked her up and threw her over his shoulder and couldn't help but chuckle when she shrieked. He took off towards the water. As soon as she realized where they were going she started beating on his butt and the back of his legs trying to get him to stop. Unbeknownst to them, their group had stopped what they were doing and watched the couple, some with looks of amusement, some indifferent, and a select few looked unhappy.

As soon as Sam felt the water halfway up his calves, he stopped and slowly lifted Mikaela back over his shoulder until her legs wrapped tightly around his waist and his arms locked under her backside to support her. There was a joyful look on her face and he spun them in circles as fast as he could with the resistance of the water and without losing his balance. He felt her small hands flatten against his chest seconds before her lips met his.

"Think that makes it obvious enough?" Before she got a chance to answer, they could hear Balie hollering at them from her place by the volleyball net.

"Hey, you think you two can keep your hands off each other long enough to come play with the rest of us?"

"Well, that definitely does," Mikaela said sarcastically before flipping off her friend and leaning in to kiss Sam again just to piss her off even though she knew Balie was basically playing along.

They spent the rest of the day at the beach, only going back to the house to eat a quick lunch or grab something to drink. Now it was evening and they were all sitting in the sand relaxing after the fun day they'd had. It was starting to get dark, but nobody wanted to move. Kelsey's friends had left not long ago saying they had to get ready for a party one of their friends was throwing but Kelsey had decided she'd rather hang out with her cousin and had stayed behind. Mikaela surprisingly didn't mind, after the incident earlier that day right after the younger girl and her friends had shown up there hadn't been any indication that she had any desire to steal Sam away. Of course, the not so subtle make out session could have been the reason for that but if Mikaela was being honest, she had to admit Kelsey seemed like a great girl. Although at first glance, it seemed the two cousins were complete opposites they were very similar.

The original plan had been to spend the day at the beach and go out to a club that night, but it was starting to look like they were going to have to go to the club another night. Sam didn't really care either way. He didn't mind going out, but it wasn't as much fun since they weren't old enough to drink and he wasn't as into dancing as his fiancée was. He'd dance with her a few times, but not the entire night. It was the same for the rest of the guys. Their girls seemed to never leave the dance floor, and they rarely left whatever table they managed to claim.

"So Mikaela," She looked over at Colton and got a little scared at the evil smirk on his face. "Are we going to be able to sleep in our rooms tonight or are we looking at another slumber party in the living room?"

"Do you realize how hard it is to have sex with your boyfriend when all you can hear is some other guy's name being screamed?" Balie couldn't help it; the moment was just too priceless to pass up.

"Oh for the love of God, I'm never gonna live that down am I?" Her words were muffled by the hands she'd placed over her face.

"Well, what can I say—I'm good at what I do," Sam said confidently and got an elbow jabbed into his ribs in response.

"Don't you dare egg them on or you're sleeping on the couch."

"You said I was sleeping on the couch last night baby," He had an infuriatingly cocky smirk on his face that she really just wanted to slap. "And if I remember right, we woke up on the floor."

"The floor?" Rachel laughed. "Did you not notice the big, comfy bed in the room?"

"Somebody fell off the bed," Mikaela teased. "And in my drunken state of mind, it made more sense to get on the floor with him rather than him get back in the bed and at some point that's where we fell asleep."

"Honey I don't really give a fuck where you sleep," There was an evil glint in Tyler's eyes. "As long as you keep it down so we can all sleep in our own rooms."

"I don't know why you're griping, you're already sleeping on the first floor," Sam shot back.

After the moon was high in the night sky, one by one they began to trek back to the beach house to retire to their own beds for the night. It was safe to say the beach had all worn them out completely. Tomorrow they were planning to get out of the house and explore all that Daytona Beach had to offer, and they knew they would need all the strength they could get. Some fell asleep as soon as their heads hit the pillows and others lay in bed talking for a while before drifting off, but for eight of them they were at least lucky enough to be able to sleep in their own beds instead of escaping to the living room on the first floor to avoid listening to a certain couple go at it all night long. For one night, it seemed, in a world that was slowly spiraling downhill-small miracles do, in fact, still exist.