"What're you doing tomorrow?" Emmett asked, as I flipped through the DVR. "No plans," I sighed, looking up at him. "Why?" "Because you should come out with us." "Who's us?" "The team." "Gross, no." He laughed, plopping down next to me on the couch. "It'll be fun." "Sorry Emmett, but I don't see hanging out with your jock soccer team as a fun way to spend my Saturday." "We're taking the boat out." He knew my weakness. There was nothing more that I loved than a day out on the sea on my dad's Regal boat. "No," I said, shaking my head. But my resolve wasn't as strong. "Come on," Emmett pleaded, poking my arm. "You'll have fun and get out of the house." On my dad's beautiful boat. "You know you want to," he sang. I sighed. "Who else is going?" "The team, and you." "So I'd be the only girl?" "Invite Michelle." "She's being stupid and going to the beach with her stupid family." Okay, maybe that wasn't too nice or fair of me. But her family was very family-oriented, and they usually took the weekends to go on trips together. "Nice," Emmett commented, with a laugh. "So it's settled then, we're leaving at 7." "Okay," I agreed. Not because I wanted to hang with the boys' soccer team, but because I couldn't turn down a day on the boat. It was my baby. ~*~ "Where the hell are my Ray Bans?" I heard Parker yell. I straightened out my bikini, checking my reflection in the mirror. It was from Victoria's Secret's swim line, a white fringe top with tie-dyed bottoms. It was my favorite. I pulled on a t-shirt over my bikini and stepped into my shorts. I threw my hair up into a ponytail, swiping my Ray Bans off my bedside table. "Right here dumbass," Emmett said, tossing Parker's Ray Bans at him as I entered the kitchen. Parker tucked them into his swimsuit pocket as he continued to pack the cooler. "Make yourself useful," Emmett said, nodding towards the pre-made Publix subs waiting to be packed into a cooler. I did as I was asked, packing the subs and adding ice to keep it fresh. I located bags of chips, adding those to the pile of things to board the boat. "Cooler is officially packed," Parker informed us, standing up straight. "Let's start loading this stuff," Emmett said, swiping his keys off the counter. "Your coupe is supposed to hold all this stuff?" I asked, looking around us. We had a shitload of stuff to load into his car for the boat. "Let's take my car," Parker suggested. Emmett nodded in agreement, tossing his keys back onto the counter. It took us a solid 15 minutes to load everything into the back of Parker's Ford Edge. "Nice car," I commented, with a smirk. "Soccer captain duties," he answered, with a sigh. "Your brother has the coupe and one of us has to carry the supplies." "So you made your car decision based on your captainship?" "Not the only reason, no." I raised my eyebrows at him in question, but he was already jogging around to the driver's side so we could head down to the bay. I let Emmett have passenger seat, stretching out across the backseat. "So why are you guys taking the boat out today?" I asked, once we officially started out on the road. "Coach said we needed a team bonding idea," Emmett said, checking his phone. "And a sleepover was definitely out." "As was camping," Parker added. "I'm not sleeping on a dirt floor by choice." And he calls me a Princess? "So why not take the boat out for a day?" Emmett asked, rhetorically. "We have a tube. And we can dock on an island and do all sorts of stupid shit." "So you packed the beer then?" I asked, peering back into Parker's trunk. "No comment," Parker said, smirking in the mirror. "Drinking in the hot sun sounds pretty stupid," I commented, raising my eyebrows at him. "So don't get plastered." "You're offering alcohol to a group of adolescent boys," I muttered. "Pretty sure they don't have the self-control necessary for that." "Might be funny to see you plastered," Parker commented. "Shut up," Emmett warned him. Parker just smirked in response. I texted Michelle, informing her of what sort of torture she was forcing me to go through without her, before something in the backseat caught my eye. "Your Converse are back here," I informed Parker. I didn't really see him as a Converse type of guy, but to each his own I guess. "My what?" Parker asked. "Your all-black Converse." Emmett peered into the backseat. "They look like Lee's." "Oh shit, for real?" I handed them to Emmett. "Those are," Parker muttered. "Stupid kid." Probably a kid from the team. We arrived at the docks a short while later, the boat already docked and waiting. And half the team. "Don't stand there like a load of morons," Parker called out to the soccer team, as he jumped out of the driver's seat. "Come help us unload." "Come on," Emmett said to me. We headed over to the boat, and I hopped in, smiling as I felt a sense of home. I love being out on the sea. Emmett did his routine checks with the boat as the team loaded up the boat with all of the stuff we'd loaded into Parker's car earlier. "Hey Emily," Ricky said, as I stretched out across one of the seats. "Hey," I answered, with a smile. I liked Ricky. He was sweet and innocent, unlike the rest of these boys. The rest of the team loaded onto the boat, finding seats. "Move it," Parker said to me. "I don't think so." "I have absolutely no problem moving you." "Do not touch me Parker Adams." "Then move it." I raised my eyebrows at him in defiance. And then he swung my legs around, forcefully, forcing me to sit up as he took a seat. "Asshole," I informed him. "Right back at ya," he said, with a wink. "Emily, a hand?" Emmett asked, as he went to untie the boat from the dock. I hopped up onto the bow of the boat, untying the other end of the boat and releasing us from the dock. I retook my seat, staring into the wind as Emmett started off. The boys were all talking amongst themselves, mostly about sex-related things, and I tuned them out, dipping my hand off the side of the boat and letting the water run through my fingers. Then we began to slow down a bit. "It's a three-person tube," I heard Emmett saying, as I tuned back into the conversation. "Come on Ricky," Parker said, heading towards the back of the boat. "You need a third," Emmett informed me. The other boys shook their heads. "I'm not riding with you two," Kale said, with a laugh. "Emily?" Ricky asked me.