Jordan's point of view

I walked around the store with Chelsea and Timothy, licking at my chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream. Chelsea had taken us to a store for swim wear, and decided to buy us some since we didn't bring any.

"I don't wear bikinis, I'm thirteen, almost fourteen, not seventeen." I said and grimaced at the pieces of fabric she was holding up to me. "I swim in shorts and a tank-top."

"Well, there will be cute boys there and you will have to draw some attention. If not, I know you want to look good for him." She said and Timothy perked up.

"Who's 'him'?" He asked and Chelsea laughed as she nudged me. "That's too revealing, pick something else."

"You sound like Ashton," I told him and he scowled. "Oh look, it's Simon Cowell, you're great at impersonating celebrities. Try Jack Barakat." I said.

"Holy tittyfuck!" He said and I laughed. Chelsea rolled her eyes at us and grabbed a pink bikini.

"Before you press that disgusting color against me, no." I said and backer away and I licked around my ice cream cone. "I despise pink." I said and she nodded as she laughed.

"She likes the colors purple, blue, and red." Timothy said and she nodded as she looked around. I paid no attention to the two as they spoke, and just stood still, licking at the ice cream cone in my hand.

"This is adorable, baby try it on." Chelsea said, holding up a purple bikini. It tied around the neck and behind me, and the bottoms were tied on the side. "Please?" She asked with a puppy dog look.

"Fine," I said and handed the cone to Timothy. "Don't eat it all. Knowing you, you'd finish it as soon as I turned my head." I said and he laughed.

I took the bathing suit from her and went to the changing rooms. I changed into it, after I got a room, and felt awkward as hell. I felt like it was going to come undone at any second and that my stomach as litterally bulging out.

"Are you finished?" Chelsea's voice rang and I looked in the mirror once more. "Do you need help putting it on?" She asked me and I told her I didn't.

I opened the door and walked out, seeing Timothy and Chelsea look at it. "It doesn't match your hair. Let me go get the red one I saw that's exactly the same." She said and I nodded. "However, it looks really good on your babe." She said and then walked away.

I looked at Timothy awkwardly and blushed as I noticed he was staring at me, not the super pretty blonde who just walked out of the room beside me, or the brunette on the other side of me. He was looking at me.

"Um, Timmy?" I asked and he snapped. His pale cheeks burned red and he he gave me a sheepish smile. "Does it look okay? Do I look okay?" I asked, feeling a bit insecure.

"Great," he answered and looked at my face. "But the color doesn't work with your hair." He said and I nodded. "Um, the one Chelsea just grabbed will look much better." He said.

"Here, change out of that and then give it to me. We need to get Timothy a pair of shorts to swim in." She sakd and I nodded as I walked back into the dressing room.

I changed out of it and then walked out of the dressing room. "Here," I told her as I handed her back the outfit. She took it and then went to the boys' section.

"Let's get you a pair of swimming trunks." Chelsea said and Timothy nodded. "Grab a pair in your size then try them on, if it fits, give them to me and we can go pay for these."

"Then we can pick up my boys?" I asked excited and she nodded. "Yes!" I cheered and then looked at Timothy. "Can I have my ice cream back?"

"Um, oh yeah, here," he said and handed me the cone back. I licked around it and he pulled his phone out. "It seems my parents aren't going to be home tonight." He said and then frowned a bit.

"Why not?" Chelsea asked him. "They leave you home alone?" He nodded as he stuffed his phone in his pocket and then looked at her.

"They're working extra late tonight for the money. I'm home alone all the time anyways, so it doesn't matter." He said with a shrug. "It's nothing new."

"You're too young to be left alome like that." Chelsea said and he shrugged again. "If you want, you can stay with us again. It is not a bother at all. I bought you a few shirts and jeans anyways." She told him.

"I can't," he said. "You already did so much, I couldn't-"

"You could." I said and he looked at me. "I know how much you hate being alone." I told him and he seemed conflicted. "You parents would understand."

"Are you sure?"

"Positive." Chelsea chirpped. "Just text your parents and get their okay. You're welcomed to stay with us whenever you need." She said and Timothy pulled out his phone.

It was silent as he texted them, but soon he smiled and nodded. "Yeah, I can stay the night then." He said and I cheered. He chuckled at me and then Chelsea grabbed a pair of shorts.

"Now, you need swimming shorts. Try these on." She said and he nodded. "We still have to pick up the others." She told us and I smiled as I bit into the ice cream cone.

He went to the dressing rooms and we followed, waiting outside. Soon, he walked out and I swear, I broke my ice cream cone at how hard I was gripping it. "They're perfect," Chelsea said and he blushed. He looked at me and I bit the inside of my lip.

"You're perfect-wait no, I mean, they're perfect." I said and he nodded as he walked back inside. Chelsea nudged me and I looked at her embarrassed.

"You so like him." She said and I didn't even try to deny it. I just bit into my ice cream cone again and she laughed as she shook her head.

-

I walked out of my car into Christian's yard, the last one of my friends. The rest stayed inside of the car with Chelsea, jamming out to some Green Day song.

I knocked on his door, and soon, a really pretty woman opened the door. "Hello, I'm looking for Christian." I said and she nodded.

"Chris, your friend is here." She said and looked at me. "Do you normally walk around in something like that?" She asked, motioning to my outfit. I was in the bikini with just a large white shirt over it.

"I'm going to the beach with Chris and some other friends." I told her. "Normally, I would never be caught dead in something like this." I said and she nodded.

Soon, Christian came down and gave his mum a kiss on the cheek. "See you later, I'll be home before dinner, promise." He said and she nodded. She wished us fun and then closed the door.

"You look hot." I told my gay best friend and he laughed as we turned to walk towards the car. "And your mum seems nice."

"She is, only when the concept of homosexuals or the anything else that contradicts the bible, is brought up." He told me and I nodded.

"Also, you look great, who's shirt did you steal?" He asked me and I laughed. "That is none of our shirts and I know it."

"It's Michael's, I took it from Timothy because he doesn't need it. I never really wore a bikini before so I'm a bit on the edge." I said and he nodded.

"Don't be because let me tell you something," he said and stopped. "If I didn't find guys hot as hell, Timothy did not like you, and you did not like him, I would date you. I'd tap that." He said and I laughed.

"Aww Chrissy, you're too cute." I said and he rolled his eyes. "I have so much to tell you, but I'll tell you at the beach. I feel like they're getting impatient." I said and he nodded.

"I thought you said I was hot, not cute?" He pouted as we made our way to the car. "You just downgraded me."

"Being cute is better than being hot you dork." I said and he rolled his eyes. We got in the car and I sat in the front since I was the only girl, well, besides Chelsea.

"What's in the bag Christina?" James asked the dark haired boy as I buckled up. "It's so pretty." He said and I turned around.

"A Polaroid camera." I said and Chelsea just smiled. "I am so going to use that today." I said and Christian nodded.

"That's why I brought it." He said and I turned back around as Chelsea started the car again.

-

"I told a friend to meet us here so I hope you don't mind when I don't save you guys from drowning." Chelsea told us and soon, a really, hot guy walked over.

"I normally don't swear, but god damn he's fine." I said and he smiled at me. "I said that a little too loudly, didn't I?" I asked as my cheeks heated up.

"Yes you did." Chelsea said as she gave the guys a hug. "Peter, great that you could meet us. This is Ashton's little girl and her friends." She said and I smiled.

"You're so tiny it's adorable." He told me and I laughed. "I'm Peter, Chelsea's friend, and sorry babe, I play for the other team."

"Good lord," Christian mumbled and grabbed my wrist. "Did you hear that?" He asked me quietly and I nodded.

"It's fine, I like someome else already." I said and he nodded. "I'm Jordan, this is Christian, that is Taylor, that red head is James, and this dork is Timothy."

"You remind me a lot of Michael." He told James and James nodded with a laugh. "I'm probably boring you all so go and have fun, me and Chelsea will be right behind you lot." He said and the next thing I knew, I was being thrown over my shoulder.

"Holy fuck was that guy hot." Christain said once we were out of earshot. "If only I was eighteen, I'd tap that so hard." He said and I laughed.

"We have a child here Christina, please keep it in your shorts." Taylor said and I smacked his back. "Oi that hurts." He said and I rolled my eyes.

"I'm barely younger, some by a year, others by a few months." I said and he just shrugged his shoulders. "I know practically everything you know." I said and he let me down.

I took the shirt off and handed it to Taylor. "Go put it away, I don't need it." I said and he nodded. I grabbed Christian and James' hands, who then grabbed Timothy's, and we then ran towards the water.

When we finally got in, I think Christian squealed more than I did. Timothy laughed and I looked at Chelsea who was at the shore. Peter had the shirt over his shoulder as he set up a few chairs and beach umbrellas and Chelsea held the Polaroid camera.

"No! Taylor isn't in here yet!" I told her and soon the boy came running over amd jumping in. I closed my eyes as the water splashed and then wiped them befote I opened them.

"I heard my name." Taylor said and I smiled. "Who was summoning me?" He asked and they pointed towards me. "What do you want?" He asked me.

"Chelsea was going to take a picture." I said and he turned around. I could hear Chelsea laughing as he made some ubsurd face and we all did the same and I saw her take a picture of us.

"Timothy!" Someone shouted and then all you heard was gurgling. I turned around and soon, James popped out of the water. He gasped for air and I laughed.

I noticed he had his millions of bracelets on and my laughter faded, but as soon as he splashed me, I let out a shriek. "It's not funny, I almost died." He said and I looked at him.

"Don't splash me you moron." I said and splashed him back. He gasped again and I practically screamed with him as a large splash hit us both.

"Christian!" He said and I opened my eyes. "Timothy!" He said and turned his head. "Why are you trying to kill me?" He asked Timothy.

"You're mean," I pouted at the two and wiped my eyes as I pulled my hair out of my face. I tied it in a messy ponytail with my wet hairtie and then splashed them all back.

However, they had moved and it hit Taylor instead. He turned around and I squealed. I swam away from him but Christian held me still. "He's gonna kill me Chrissy," I said and he just laughed.

I was dragged underwater and I opened my eyes. I saw Taylor and he shot me a smile while I flipped him off. I popped out of the water with a loud gasp and saw that James was off on his own, floating on his back.

"Taylor! Where are you going!? She's gonna kill me too!" Christian said and swam after Taylor. I turned around and saw that Timothy was there.

"You have hair and seaweed all over your forehead." He said and started removing it. I smiled and he smiled back as he removed my bangs from my face. "None of them are looking right now." He told me.

"I think I know what you're hinting at." I said and he gave me a cheeky smile. "You're a dork," I said. "Just do it." I told him and he nodded.

He leamed down and placed a quick kiss on my lips. I kissed him back and then we pulled away as soon as a splash hit us. "Timothy and Jordan sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" Our annoying friend James sang loudly and soon the others joined in.

"I thought none of them were looking?" I mocked him and he laughed. We were both blushing messes and our friends were screaming that we kissed as if they were in year three.

"Must have seen us while our eyes were closed." He said and I nodded. "I'm going to be killed." He chuckled.

"The guys can't do anything about it because they're not going to find out." I said and he nodded. "Now," I said and backed away. "You're it!" I said and then swam away.

"Hey!" He said and then I turned around. I saw him swim after James and then he grabbed his forearm. "You're it red," he said and James gasped.

"Christina! Can I have a hug?" He said, a mischievous tone to his voice that the dark haired boy didn't pick up. "You're it!" He shouted as he wrapped his arms around the boy and then swam away.

I laughed and then ran to the shore as he gave me the 'I'm gonna get you' look. I ran through the sand and then fell. I laughed and so did Chelsea, Peter, and Christian. He stood over me, and I pouted.

I pushed his leg back and he fell on his bottom. We all burst out into laughter and I knew Chelsea had taken a picture of us. "You're it." He said and grabbed my leg. He got up and ran and I looked at Peter.

"Hey Peter?" I asked and he hummed. I stood up and touched his bicep. "You're it." I said and he gave me a challenging look. I ran away while laughing with Chelsea and Peter just laughed as he chased me into the ocean.