Tom's pov

We were talking, when Y/n started yawning.

"Looks like we should head out," I said.

"Tom, I'm not that tired," Y/n protested, frowning.

David raised an eyebrow, "Y/n, if you don't leave," he said. "I might have to tell Tom something tomorrow."

Y/n sighed, but agreed, then giving her Kylee a hug, but wouldn't let go.

"I don't want to go," she whined.

I sighed, and picked her up, bridal style, and carried her to the room. She protested but didn't struggle out of my grip.

"Put the card in," I said. "You have fewer things to carry than me right now."

"I didn't say you had to pick me up," Y/n said, unlocking the door.

"But I did," I replied. "You weren't going to leave."

Once we got far enough in, I threw Y/n onto the bed.

"Ouch, Tom," she whined.

"Darling, you had that coming, you know that," I said.

Y/n glared at me until she saw me going to jump onto the bed.

She starts to roll away, but it's too late. I already had jumped and wrapped her into a hug.

"How're going to get out of this one?" I asked with a small smirk on my face.

"I guess I can't," Y/n shrugged.

We sat there for a could of seconds, when Y/n spoke up, "I'm glad I had that random burst of confidence earlier," she smiled. "Who knew this is where I'd be tonight."

"I'm glad you're here as well," I smiled.

She had the cutest smile, how was I so lucky to meet this stunning and brilliant girl?

"I'm going to get changed," I said, sitting up. "Are you coming?"

"In a separate space?" Y/n asked I nodded. "Of course then."

She changed in the bathroom, while I changed just outside.

When she finished changing, I was sitting on the bed, she was wearing a(n) f/c hoodie, with just a pair of black shorts. She had taken her makeup off, but she still looked stunning.

She started choking on her spit.

I stood up and rushed over to her.

"Are you okay?" I asked, patting her on her back, she pointed to my shirtless chest. Of course, I had forgotten that I wasn't wearing a shirt, "Oh- d'you want me to put a shirt on?"

She raises an eyebrow, "No, it's fine," she said, "I just wasn't expecting it."

"Oh," I said, then changing the subject. "You look beautiful.

"You're joking right?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Of course I'm being serious, Y/n," I said, lifting her chin up. "You look stunning, you look absolutely beautiful without makeup."

"You think that?" she asked, in a quiet voice.

"You are stunning no matter what," I said. "If anyone tells you anything different, tell me, I'll beat them up for you."

She giggled softly, "Maybe I'll consider wearing less this week," she said. "Just for you."

I hugged her, and she rested her head in the crook of my neck. I kissed the top of her head, causing her to bury her head more, she was probably blushing. I smiled to myself.

"That was payback," I whispered.

She pulled away, lightly smacking my arm, "Thomas!" she exclaimed, looking flustered.

We got into my bed. Y/n of course was sleeping in the other bed, since it made her more comfortable. However, since we were going to be talking for a bit, it only made sense to sit in the same bed.

"Where are you from?" I asked. "I don't think I asked."

"You did," Y/n said with a small smile, "But I'm from Utah, specifically, I'm from Provo."

"Oh, right," I said, subconsciously rubbing the back of my neck, "Do you like it there?"

"Yeah," Y/n said, seeming to be thinking about her hometown. "It's nice there, lots of hiking and skiing."

We sat in awkward silence, in another life I wish I could've said it was comfortable, however, it was far from it.

We then said our awkward goodnights and turned the lights off.

Dylan's pov

It was the next morning.

Ivy and I hung out after breakfast. We used to be good friends, because of Kylee and Y/n, but we went to the same school, she moved when we were in fifth grade and now we're both going into ninth grade after this summer.

However, now that the "Fantastic Four" (Y/n, Tom, Kylee, and David) were exclusively hanging out, we both have nothing to do (yes, I know, 'how can they have already only hung out with each other, you've been on the boat for less than a day?' I. Don't. Know. Capeise? That's just what happened).

Enough about them (it's not like they're the main characters, they're way too basic), it was lunch, Ivy and I were just sitting in our separate rooms when she texted me asking me if I wanted to walk around with her.

"Hey, mom," I said, she looked up from her book. "Ivy and I are going to walk around the boat, I'll be back later."

"Ivy?" She asked. "You met a girl?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "Ivy Zhang? David's cousin, we're friends now."

Mom smiled, "I'm glad you're friends with her," she said. "Stay safe and don't get into too much trouble."

"I won't," I grinned. "Bye, Mom."

I walked out the door to see Ivy already waiting for me.

"Hey, Ivory," I smirked. Ivy glared at me.

You see, Ivory was her full name, and she hated it when people called her by her full name.

"Hi, Dyke," she said, she started calling me Dyke after I started her Ivory (Dylan is my full name, I swear. My parents never even thought about naming me Dyke). "Looks like you're in the mood to be beaten up."

I dramatically put a hand on my heart, one of the pros of having a sister who did musical theater for more than ten years.

"Ivy, you wouldn't dare hurt me," I said dramatically.

We both burst out laughing, then went on our walk.

"I know it's like one..." I said, trailing off. "But would you care to go get some ice cream with me?"

"Are you asking me on a date?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No?" I said, not really certain.

"I'm joking," she grinned. "Let's go get some."

We got our ice cream, and immediately Ivy took her phone out, taking pictures of her ice cream (typical girl stuff, I don't understand it, who would you want to document everything out eat?).

'Got some ice cream with @dylan.the.dude' she posted on her story.

We sat on the deck, watching the water.

"Dylan! Look!" Ivy exclaimed, pointing at the water.

"What are you pointing at?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

Ivy made frustrated noises, then saying, "There are dolphins," she said, pointing at the now visible dolphins. "Right there."

"I see them," I smiled, making her smile as well.

"Wait until my sister finds out," we said simultaneously.

"Jinx," we said at the same time. "Jinx again."

I sighed on the inside, now I had Love is an Open Door stuck in my head. From the looks of it, Ivy seemed to have the same problem.

We walked around the deck more, when we finally ran into the "Fantastic Four."

"Hey, how are you two?" Tom asked us.

Ivy's eyes widened, she wasn't used to having Tom Holland just talk to her (I mean I wasn't either, but I was the one pretending to be related to him).

"We're doing good," Ivy said after I nudged her.

"How's the Fantastic Four?" I asked.

The four of them started laughing, Tom less so, as he still seemed slightly confused.

"You called us the Fantastic Four?" Tom asked.

"Of course, it's a great name," Ivy said, then switching to an English accent. "Innit?"

"Ivory Kate Zhang," Kylee said, trying to keep a straight face. "I would never take you to be a Marvel fan."

"How could I not be one?" Ivy asked. "You've made me watch all of them, at least twice."

After we mostly calmed down (it took longer than I'd like to say), David cleared his throat.

"We came to find you two because there was an activity we wanted to do," he said. "And we need six people for our group."

"Yeah, but what were you two doing?" Y/n asked, smirking a bit.

I raised an eyebrow, I knew what she was thinking. "We were walking, then we grabbed some ice cream-"

"You got ice cream without us?" Y/n interrupted.

Classic Y/n, not caring about anything about food and Tom Holland. At least she's stuck with Tom forever now. There's no doubt in my mind that they like each other, and probably want to be gross and romantic and kiss.

"What was I supposed to do? Call you just so you could get free ice cream, free ice cream that's going to be there the whole time?" I asked.

They all frowned.

"You still could've said something," Tom pointed out.

A mischievous grin formed on Ivy's face. "We also saw dolphins," she blurted out.

"You even saw dolphins?" Y/n asked.

"Unbelievable," David said, folding his arms, "I don't think we can be friends with you two anymore."

"You can't do that," I said. "Ivy's related to you and Kylee, I'm Y/n's little brother, Tom, well, I'm supposed to be related to him right now."

"Touche, Little L/n," Kylee said, slowly nodding.

"You know you love me," I said, with a wink. Ivy furrowed her eyebrows.

"Next time invite us," Kylee said, ruffling Ivy's hair.

"Will do," Ivy said, moving Kylee's hand from her hair. "Why don't we get some now?"

"Yes," Y/n said quickly, dragging Tom to the ice cream.

Unknown pov

There's Tom Holland.

Tom Holland, the famous actor.

He's sitting with some random teens, three girls and two boys.

Tom Holland is sitting in sight, not even attempting to be hidden.

Huh.

I guess my goal of becoming the best reporter in the world just got a lot easier.

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has anyone ever told you
that you look like beyoncé
nah they usually tell me i look like shalissa
who the frick is that?
me

see ya later bee bros
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