"Typhoon Lagoon or Blizzard Beach?" Ophelia asked. She was stood in the centre of the sitting room - simple yellow bikini covered with a largely oversized, sheer, white shirt that acted as a dress, a large sun hat and a pair of white sandals - with her hands on her hips. She surveyed the others patiently, waiting for an answer.

"Why not both?" Darryl suggested with a shrug, he was wearing a pair of black swim shorts with a red stripe down each side, a black tee shirt and black flip flops. "We can do one, stop for lunch between them, and then do the other." He continued, hands gesturing along in explanation.

There were a fair few hums of agreement and Ophelia nodded. "Nice, we'll do both then. Which one first?" She asked. Clay, clad in green shorts, a white shirt, a pair of sunglasses and black sandals, picked up the map from the coffee table.

"I think Blizzard Beach is further so why not there first? Then we don't have to walk as far on the way back." He suggested, looking around the group for approval. He was met with another round of positive sounding hums.

"Alright. Blizzard Beach, stop for food somewhere between, and then Typhoon Lagoon?" Nick, dressed in bright red shorts, a black shirt and black sandals, asked in order to confirm and received nods in return. "If everyone's ready then let's go." He set off, picking up his keys and leading the way out.

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@OhOphelia
@GeorgeNotFound at @DreamWasTaken

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@fleepfloop
Literally everyone @ Dream
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@DreamNotFound
Are they flerting are they flerting are they flerting they are definitely flerting hELP
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@KeresHexxOff
I can't tell whether they're flirting or genuinely bullying each other right now and, by this point, I'm too afraid to ask (ㆀ˘･з･˘)
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@GeorgeNotFound
Yep :)
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Ophelia wasn't a simp by any means of the word, she prided herself on that fact. But seeing Keres in a high waisted white bikini, shyly asking Ophelia to help her with her sunscreen, now that was a whole different matter. A whole different matter that made Ophelia choke and stutter and flush before agreeing in a high pitched squeak.

She wasn't alone, luckily, as Zak - wearing a pair of pale blue shorts - whined his way into Darryl's hands; Nick massaged over Vincent's - who had a pair of simple gray shorts - shoulders and down his back with increasingly cheesy and flirty quips; Clay teased George - swim shorts a pale blue with red stripes down each side - for his pale complexion while softly, warmly, spreading the lotion over his skin.

Clark, dressed in a floral, Hawaiian type pattern swim shorts and his tube like bandages that stretched like gloves from his knuckles to just above his elbows - did his own sun screen with a flexible ease and didn't make any jokes about burning patterns into his skin. Geo - wearing drawstring, orange shorts - helped a stubbornly stuck Jethro - who wore deep red, almost black shorts and a pair of sunglasses -, all the while murmuring that he really ought to just talk to Clark about how he feels. Jethro made no move to even acknowledge Geo's probably smart and correct suggestion, privately glancing at Clark out of the corner of his shaded eyes and feeling his skin prickle.

"If we split up, should we agree to meet back here at around half eleven? Is that long enough for everyone?" Darryl asked, gesturing to where everyone had left their bags and the group quickly agreed, most all eager to get in the water. He giggled softly at their childish enthusiasm. "Alright, shoo!" He instructed and the others bolted without another word, George and Clay working on tripping up one another - and anyone that strayed too close, for that matter, though that wasn't intentional. Mostly. - with loud laughs and screams.

"Bet you won't go on that with me." George grinned in challenge, pointing up at a frankly horrific looking slide. Clay looked down at George with a single, raised eyebrow in utter confusion but he held his ground, giggling and crossing his arms. With a roll of his eyes, Clay grabbed onto George's hand and dragged him in the direction of the queue to the chairlift. He was no coward.

Meanwhile, Zak, Darryl, Vincent, Nick and Jethro made their way to the Cross Country Creek. Surprisingly, it wasn't as awkward as they had expected it to be. Conversation came easily and Jethro seemed eager to drop whatever mood he had been in. The other were glad for the relaxed atmosphere, finally actually feeling like they were on holiday.

Ophelia, Keres, Geo and Clark had all stuck together as well, deciding to stay in Melt-Away Bay for a while before branching out. It was clear that something was off with Clark in the way he swam in a calm, straight line in silence beside them, pulling at the detached sleeves covering his forearms.

"Hey," Geo called gently and Clark looked from his hands to the concerned faces of his friends. "How are you holding up?" He asked and Clark pushed the sunniest smile he had out and onto his face. Had Geo and Ophelia not known Clark for as long as they had, they may have believed it.

Geo said nothing as he wadded forward and wrapped his arms around Clark's shoulders, slightly rising onto his toes. He didn't need to. Clark knew what he meant by the gesture and sighed out a stuttered breath, softly twisting his arms around Geo's back and dropping his forehead to his shoulder.

"It's okay to be upset, Clark." Keres reminded softly, placing a hand on his shoulder blade. She began rubbing small circles as Ophelia joined her and Clark laughed into Geo's shoulder.

"Who said I'm upset?" He asked in return, voice as even and joking as it always was despite being muffled. They would have known no different if it wasn't for the way Clark shook beneath their fingers. As he peeled back, Geo unzipped and reached into his pocket, pulling out a cherry lollipop, still in its packaging of course, and handing it to Clark with a wordless sort of comfort. Clark took it thankfully, the weight and taste on his tongue willing away the pain in his throat and the clouds rolling across his mind.

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@Wish_I_Was_The_Disco
Unstanning @(Dream)ingOfTheDisco immediately, will actively slander them from now on
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@StanTWTLTRTD
Give it five minutes and you'll come crawling back to us
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@luciddreamer
You'll be back, everyone unstans at least once a day, it's a part of being a DOTD fan
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@fleepfloop
What did Dream do this time?
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Everything >:(
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The slide was a contraption from hell itself, George decided. Satan not only approved it but designed and built it themselves, he was sure of it. No human being was capable of making something so hellish. So downright torturous.

But what was worse, way way worse, was the ridicule he received afterwards from none other than his own traitorous boyfriend.

Clay could barely breath around his wheezes. He was doubled over, one hand clutched around his stomach and the other slapping at his thigh. George watched, deadpanned, as he desperately gasped before falling apart again.

"You screamed so loud." Clay just about managed and George decided he liked it better when Clay was gasping for air like a fish out of water.

"I didn't know it was just a vertical drop!" He protested and Clay lost himself to his wheezes again. George actively fought the smile from his face but ultimately lost.

"I'm gonna pee myself." Clay wheezed and George couldn't help giggling despite the fact that his boyfriend was laughing at his expense.

"Pissbaby," He giggled out before working his arm around Clay's back and beginning dragging him away. "Come on, I'm pretty sure I saw Nick and Vincent with some of the others in the lazy river." He explained tugging more firmly.

Clay managed to reel himself in to soft chuckles, rubbing at his eyes with one hand and tightening his other arm around George's shoulders. Without a thought to the people around them, Clay turned and pressed his smile against George's temple. He didn't miss the way George leant into the contact, it only served to make him smile wider.

"Are you okay?" George asked halfway through their short journey to Cross Country Creek and Clay turned to him and made a softly questioning noise. They had kept their arms tucked securely around one another, if anyone asked they'd probably say it was in order to not get lost in the crowds. "You aren't feeling... I don't know... you aren't uncomfortable?" He continued and Clay cottoned on to what he was referring to.

"Oh! Uh, no." He replied, rubbing at his neck with the hand that wasn't tucked against George's shoulder. "I think I was but I'm not now. You distracted me from it." He smiled and George returned it twice as widely.

"Good." George responded simply, tightening the hand rested on Clay's hip.

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