"Damn, these rooms are fine!" Mike exclaimed, throwing his arms out as he strode into the hotel room. Scott walked in after Mike, and Vincent followed Scott.

"Yeah, they are quite nice," Scott agreed, tilting his head.

Mike set his stuff on a bed and turned around. "Alright . . . before we get situated, I've just got to say something; I'm sleeping alone."

The result was immediate; Vincent had his arms around Scott's waist and was cuddling him, face in the taller man's neck.

"Hear that, Mr. Ring Ring? We get to sleep together!" Vincent purred.

"Ah, hell no! You're sleeping on the couch!" Scott snapped, shoving his coworker away after untangling his arms from around his middle.

Vincent drooped. "But Phone!"

"No! No, I know what you'll do if we stay in the same bed." Scott growled. "So we are not even going to go there."

"Mm, fine." Vincent frowned and dropped his stuff on the couch.

"Okay then," Mike said with a quick shrug, "let's go see if the others are all good. I'm starving." He rubbed his hands together and walked to the door.

"So, what's our plan for tomorrow?" Jeremy asked as the group began to eat.

"Well, I was thinking we'd get up and go to Universal Studios," Scott replied.

"Ooh, ooh, can we go to Disney World?" Alex asked excitedly. The whole group turned to look at him. He met their gazes. "What? I've never been. Plus, people say it's the best place ever, so we've got to go, right?"

"I don't know, I guess we could . . ."

"What's the harm, right? So what it's kinda kiddish? I'm up for it!" Mike declared with a grin.

Scott laughed. "Aw, what the heck? Might as well go while we're down here."

Alex grinned and seemed to bounce in his seat; no, he was bouncing in his seat. They were in a booth (a very seesaw-ish one, which was actually slightly annoying) so Javis, who was sitting next to him, was also getting bounced up and down. The large man looked down at his moving form before glancing over at Alex, a questioning emoji popping up on his screen. Alex saw this and stopped, blushing slightly as he turned his head away.

"Wait, what time are we gonna get up in the morning?" Fritz asked.

"Um, kinda early. Wouldn't want to sleep the day away," Scott replied.

"How early?"

"Uh . . . ten?"

"Alright. Seems reasonable." Fritz went back to eating.

"Will we need to take our swimsuits?" Vincent asked. He leaned over the table, getting as close to Scott as he could. "Because I can think of three good reasons why you should get in a swimsuit - one of them is here right now."

Scott stared, unamused. "No. You don't."

"Will we ever?"

With a sigh, "Yes."

"Good."

"Well, I'm gonna hit the hay," Mike said, sitting down on the bed he'd claimed as his. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of boxers. "Vincent, don't stay up all night masturbating to a picture of Scott; we've got shit to do tomorrow." With that, the young man pulled his legs over the bed and rolled onto his side. Vincent, who was laying on the pullout bed, snickered.

"Hey!" Scott barked sharply, a tinge of a blush appearing on his face.

Vincent grinned. "Who says I'll need a picture when I can just think of his lovely a-" His lewd sentence was cut off rather abruptly as an empty pop bottle bounced off his head, curtesy of Scott. He was sitting on the bed, looking a little more satisfied but a whole lot more red. Vincent shook his head quickly and was about to say something but Mike cut him off.

"I love the sexual comments as much as anybody who's not Scott, but please, for the love of my sanity, shut up!"

Vincent frowned and crossed his arms with a harrumph while Scott sighed in relief and turned over onto his side. Mike snuggled deeper into the bed and quietly reached out a hand to turn off the bedside lamp. At once, the room was shrouded in darkness.

"Are you sure you should be eating this much before bed . . . ?"

Jeremy was sitting up in his bed, looking over at Fritz warily. The ginger was nibbling on a candy bar. He glanced over to his question marked friend.

"Relax, Jeremy. Eating before bed isn't anything bad," he replied with a small wave of his hand. He finished his candy and tossed the wrapper into the garbage with a surprisingly well aimed flick of his wrist. After that, he fell back into his pillows with a sigh.

"Well . . . I usually have weird dreams if I eat before bed . . . I guess whatever you want to do is okay . . ." Jeremy murmured, sinking into his blankets as his sentence trailed off. Fritz cocked his head.

"Don't worry about me. I don't get weird dreams."

"Okay . . ."

Banging awoke Mike in what only seemed like mere minutes. Groggily, he blinked into the darkness and made a small noise of confusion as the sound continued. It wasn't coming from their room, that was for sure. Confused, he glanced over at the clock on the bedside table.

12:04

"What the hell . . ." Mike pushed himself up and over, switching on the lamp. The lightbulb flickered briefly but settled. He could see Scott, who was sleeping - and no surprise, Vincent had already crawled up into bed with him and was snuggling with the phone guy.

The banging continued.

Mike soon realized that the room next to them was where that sound was coming from. He narrowed his eyes and scratched at his head slightly. Who the hell is in that room? I know it's one of us . . . He thought briefly about who was in the room down from them. It soon registered in his mind and he frowned. Why would Javis and Alex be up this late? He was sure it was them, too. Mike went through all the possibilities of what exactly could be happening and soon came to a sickening conclusion. He winced and groaned, wrinkling his nose. As soon as he had decided upon an answer, a loud moaning reached his ears.

"Are you fucking kidding me . . ."

Mike glared daggers at the two men sitting across from him at the breakfast table. They didn't seem to notice.

"Seriously guys?" Mike finally snapped angrily. The whole table turned to look at him.

"What?" Scott asked, cocking his head in confusion from beside him.

"Not you; those two!" Mike waved a hand at the accused. The two looked at him.

Scott furrowed his eyebrows. "Um, Mike, are you okay? You seem kinda . . . tired this morning."

"Damn right I'm tired! I barely got any sleep last night!"

"What's the matter?" Jeremy asked in concern. "Why didn't you sleep well?"

"Because . . . because those two were . . ." Mike hesitated, getting a little flustered. "Doing something!"

Javis paused. "Us? As in Alex and I?"

"Yes!"

"What were we doing?" Alex asked. He stared blankly up at Mike.

"You know what! Something . . . not done in public!" Mike retorted.

"Um . . . sleep?" Alex guessed. Javis shifted next to him, looking a little embarrassed.

"Well, that really isn't all that happened last night . . ." the larger man said.

"So you were fucking last night," Vincent confirmed blatantly.

Javis recoiled visibly. "What!?"

Alex stared momentarily, a blush spreading across his face. He then looked to Javis, who was sitting next to him, in disbelief.

"You guys were totally banging last night! I heard it, I swear to god!" Mike exclaimed.

Suddenly, Javis burst out laughing. "A-are you serious? It's not what it sounded like, I swear!"

Mike paused. "But - but what else could sound like that?!"

"Well . . ."

Javis was laying on his stomach, arms up and under the pillows; his usual sleeping pose. His charger was hooked into the small slot on the back of his phone head where it went undisturbed. He was very close to falling asleep. It'd been a long day of car riding. The quiet murmurs coming from the other side of the room told him Alex had already fallen asleep. He was splayed across the other bed, not even under the covers. He was mumbling something; it sounded like Russian.

"Ack!"

Javis flinched at the loud cry. He lifted his head just slightly to look over at Alex, who was twitching in his sleep.

"Spiders! Spiders!" Alex's face contorted into a grimace and he squirmed.

"Alex?" Javis hissed, knowing that Alex was terrified of spiders.

Suddenly, Alex rolled off the bed and onto his feet. He dashed to the side - still asleep, mind you - and picked up the office chair that all hotel rooms have.

"Spiders!" Alex exclaimed, glaring in his sleep. He swung the chair around. Javis stared from his awkward angle (he was still charging), and several exclamation points popped up on his screen.

"Help me," he squeaked.

SMASH!

Javis went tumbling off the bed, the charger ripping out of the back of his phone. Alex moved towards him again.

"Wait - ow! - Alex - gah! - IT'S ME!" Javis cried, holding up his muscular arms to fend off the blind attack.

"Spiders! Spiders! SPIDERS!" Alex roared in fear, furiously bringing the chair down on his friend with unnatural strength for him.

"Wait - OW! - holy shit, are you fu - FUCK! - dude, calm dow - SHIT!"

"Spideeeeeeeeeerrs," Alex spat finally, drawing out the word with contempt in his voice. He dropped the chair on Javis and walked around the bed, laying back down in his own.

Javis, however, laid on the floor for another minute. A loud moan of pain left him and he pushed the now broken chair off of him as he began to sit up. He rubbed at his body and then felt carefully around his face to make sure there were no cracks.

"Oh shit . . . this is gonna hurt even more in the morning," he hissed to himself as he pushed himself to his knees. He clambered onto the bed, rolling onto his back. He then checked his charging cord to make sure it was intact. It was, thank goodness. Giving one final groan, he switched to his stomach and plugged himself in again.

"Wait . . . you sleep beat people?" Fritz asked.

"Phrasing," Mike interjected.

"Apparently," Alex said plainly, shrugging. He looked up at Javis. "I thought you looked a little bruised this morning."

Javis sent a frowning emoji his way. "Yeah, thanks for that."

"You're very welcome." With that, Alex left the conversation and continued eating, looking no more bothered by it.

"Um . . . okay then," Scott said hesitantly.

"Ooh, I'm so excited! Are you excited cuz I'm excited! I've never been so excited! - ooh, except for that one time-"

Fritz stuck out a hand, stopping Alex from babbling on. He'd been talking nearly nonstop ever since the car, and it hadn't gotten any better once they'd gotten in line to get it.

"Okay, we get; you're excited," Fritz grumbled with a quick roll of his eyes.

Alex frowned and pulled his head away. "But you've all been here! I haven't! Ever!"

"I like how we're a group of seven grown men standing in the line to Disney World," Mike commented.

"We're all kids on the inside, right?" Javis joked.

"Only you," Alex retorted under his breath.

"What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Guys, pay attention; we're nearly at the front," Scott pointed out. He indicated to the few people still left ahead of them. Alex grinned and bounced on the balls of his feet.

"Hypocrite," Javis teased from behind him. Immediately, Alex stopped, wincing. Javis laughed.

It was another few minutes until the group made it through, but when they did, it was relief for all.

"Okay, so, what do you guys wanna d-"

Mike blinked and four of their group were gone. Scott's sentence was cut off before he was finished, which could only mean Vincent dashed off with him. Alex and Javis were gone as well.

"Well then," Mike said to the other two guards in front of him. Jeremy and Fritz stared back at him, one with annoyance written across his face and the other with tentative fright.

"Let's just . . . go, I guess. No use trying to find them; they're long gone," Mike continued, beginning to walk. He shoved his hands in his pockets as the other two men quickly followed.

"Have you ever even been on a roller coaster?"

Alex shook his head, looking away from the huge attraction.

"No, but I've seen them," he replied, absolutely bursting with anticipation.

"And you're sure you wanna go on one that goes upside down?"

"Well, duh! Come on, I'm not chicken! Are you?"

Javis glanced quickly up at the theme ride. ". . . No. I just think going upside down on your first roller coaster ride isn't the most-"

"Come on, J! They're boarding!" Alex swiftly followed the line as it moved. They were close to the front and would be able to ride this time. The short man found them a seat and waited for Javis to catch up. There they strapped themselves in tightly. A few moments later, once everyone was strapped in, the cars began to move forward on creaky wheels. Alex was grinning ear to ear, fingers tapping repeatedly on the grab bar.

The cars slowly reached the pinnacle. They crept forward, and soon the passengers found themselves plummeting downwards. Alex had his hands up immediately, crying out in glee. Javis watched his reaction carefully for a moments before shrugging subconsciously and throwing his hands up as well.

The ride continued upside for another ten seconds before everything began to tilt upwards. The cars raced along, carrying the people through the loop. Alex let his arms hang down through it all, laughing. Javis mirrored him just as eagerly.

Soon the ride was over. The passengers got off and exited the ride. Alex and Javis walked away before suddenly Alex threw himself down on a bench, curling in on himself.

"Whoa, whoa, what's the matter?" Javis asked, quickly going to him.

". . . Never . . . again . . ." Alex squeaked, breathing tagged.

"What? I thought you loved that! You looked super happy!" Javis sat down on the bench next to his friend.

"That was . . . just a façade. And holy sh-shit . . . no."

Javis patted his back. "It's okay. My mom doesn't like roller coasters either." Alex sat up to look at him.

"It's not that I don't like them, it's just the loop . . . terrified me . . ." Alex admitted, blushing.

"Oh. Well, that's okay too. It's not for everyone. Don't feel bad." Javis looked around. "Why don't we ride something else?"

Alex sighed and rubbed his head. "Yeah, yeah." He looked up. "Come on!" He jumped to his feet and raced off, Javis running after him.

Scott stumbled over his feet as he tried not to fall. The purple hand wrapped around his wrist tugged him along faster than he had been prepared for.

"H-hey! Vincent, stop!" Scott yelled, nearly falling. A moment later, Vincent came to a halt. Scott huffed, putting his hands on his knees, trying to catch his breath. "God, you f-fucking asshole. We were going to stay togeth-"

Scott finally looked up at the attraction Vincent had all but dragged him to. His eyebrows shot up and he quickly stood to his full height.

"Ah ah ah, no! Not in a million years!" Scott declared, sweeping his hand in front of him in a gesture of 'no.'

"Please, Phone! You're my one and only love!" Vincent begged, putting his hands together pleadingly.

Scott glared furiously. "Never am I going with you in a love tunnel!" He poked the purple guard sharply in the chest.

"But-"

"No! Now let's go find the others." Scott turned and began to walk away.

"Scott, if you leave, I'll make a spectacle!" Vincent threatened, voice getting lower so no one would hear.

Scott turned back towards him. "Your whole life is a spectacle. Now stop pouting."

"I swear! I'll make you more embarrassed than you've ever been in your whole life!"

"Every time I think I've been more embarrassed than ever before, you seem to prove me wrong. Remember the spooning incident?" Scott glowered at the other guard.

"No, this time will be worse, I can promise you that! I will make the biggest, most dramatic spectacle anyone on this Earth has ever seen!" Vincent waved his hands around.

"Oh please. How do you propose you do that?" Scott asked snidely, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow. Vincent didn't say anything; he simply reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet-covered box. Scott got one look at it, and if he had had a face, it would've paled by at least three shades. His crossed arms fell slightly and he felt some of his determination fade.

"You - you're not seriously going to do that, are you?" Scott asked, pointing weakly at the box.

Vincent grinned and stuck the box back into his pocket. "Pretend to propose to you in front of hundreds of people just to get you to come on this ride with me? You bet your sweet phone ass I will."

Scott sweat nervously, panicking. If Vincent actually did propose, then he'd be forced to run away. Making a huge spectacle. Either that or actually make a choice. Both would make him equally stricken.

Finally, Scott's shoulders slumped. "Fine. I'll go on the ride with you."

Vincent jumped in the air and clapped his hands, then reached down to the moping Scott's hand and tugged him into the line quickly. They got a few looks, but other than that, nothing. They advanced in line and soon were boarding the little boat that would send them down a tunnel filled with what would surely be the cheesiest romance images ever. The ride operator smiled and she opened the little door for them.

"Have a nice time," she said with a wink. Scott blushed furiously while Vincent just laughed in an inappropriate manner, checking out his "date" as he stepped in. Soon they were on their way down the tunnel, sitting side by side - a very close side by side.

"Isn't this great, Phone? You and me, in this tunnel of love," Vincent commented in a purr, rubbing against Scott.

"I said I'd go with you; I never said I'd let you grope me," Scott retorted grumpily, shoving the purple man away. Vincent just grinned wider and snuggled against Scott again. The phone sighed.

Suddenly, something loud sounded nearby. Scott jumped and immediately recoiled, ending up nearly in Vincent's lap.

"What-? Hey!" Scott barked, trying to wiggle off his coworker. Vincent, however, just held him tighter and tugged him farther onto his lap.

"They're very good at making couples come together, ay?" Vincent cooed.

"Shut up."

I'm ending the chapter here because I don't know if I'll continue with the trip. I think I'll move on with this story. There are other days to cover. ;)

Also, implied banging wasn't my idea. XD