"She was running beautifully," I said to Emmett, joining him in the back of the boat. "She's been sitting in storage for a while," Emmett muttered. "She might just need a few minutes." Emmett informed the team of the predicament before anchoring the boat, leaving us stranded in the middle of the ocean. And then I heard a splash. Parker had jumped off the bow, and was now swimming around in the water. "What?" he asked, with an innocent smile. "It's hot." Ricky joined him, followed by about half the team. I stretched out across the seat, ready to start my tan. And then Emmett jumped into the water, followed by the rest of the team. Leaving me the only one left on the boat. "Come on Emily!" Ricky called. "Don't be a buzzkill," Parker added. "How is tanning a buzzkill?" I called over, lazily. I let my eyes slip shut as I lied there, the sun making me sleepy. And then I felt myself being lifted into the air. My eyes flew open to look into Parker's mischievously sparkling eyes. "What do you think you're-" That's as far as I got before I was tossed off the side of the boat. I hit the water hard before resurfacing, sputtering for air. And then Parker jumped into the water next to me. Once he resurfaced I forcefully shoved him back under, angry that he threw me into the water. Asshole. "I thought you needed to cool off," Parker said to me, with an innocent smile. "I hate you." "Not true." "But it is." I swam over to Emmett, who was standing on a sandbar and tossing a Frisbee with some of the team. That Frisbee was so old and gross. I'd put it on the boat when I was, like, 8 because I'd been obsessed at the time. "Nice of you to join us," he said, flashing me a smile. "It was forced." "Just drown him or something." "I'm thinking about it." I played hung out with the boys before swimming back over to the boat, pulling myself up onto it to grab some water. Parker and a couple of the guys were already on the boat, relaxing. Parker was standing on the bow, drinking water while he told a story to some of the guys about some soccer tournament he'd played in. I slipped past him without him really noticing, since he was in the heat of his story. And then I wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling both him and me into the water backwards. Parker came up sputtering, taken by surprise. "What was that?" he asked, flipping this wet hair out of his eyes. "A suicide mission. And totally worth it to see that look on your face." "I underestimated you Emily Winston." I flashed him an innocent smile before rejoining Emmett and his teammates on the sandbar, dodging the disgusting, old Frisbee. ~*~ "I think I'm sunburnt," I said to Emmett, peering over my shoulder to try and see my back. "You should've worn a sunscreen higher than SPF 15," he chastised. "I wanted to get tan." "Well then that's what you get." "Hey Emily," Ricky said, pulling his arm around my shoulders. He smelled like beer. "Hey buddy," I said, offering him a friendly smile. I told those two idiots that alcohol was a bad idea. "You look pretty." "Thanks." "Parker, I told you to chill with the beer!" Emmett called. "He can't hear a word you're saying," I informed Emmett, before stretching out across a couple of seats. Emmett sighed, hopping off the boat with Ricky and the two of them swam into the island. Silence at last. I began to spritz on some more sunscreen while plugging my iPhone into the dock on the boat, blasting my music. I never had the boat to myself. "What is this shit?" an all-too familiar voice asked behind me. I should've known it was too good to last. "It's Keaton Stromberg," I said, without looking at him. "Who?" "Singer in Emblem3, makes covers on YouTube, really not worth my time explaining to you because I know you don't care." "True that," Parker said, before reaching over and turning off my music. "While you're doing nothing, put some of this on my back," I said, handing him my sunscreen. "SPF 15? Is this even doing anything?" "Oh I'm sorry; I missed when you turned into my dad." He rolled his eyes, but spritzed some sunscreen on my back for me. "Am I burnt?" I asked him. "You're super warm." "That doesn't answer my question." "Well you don't look lobster-like, so I'm going to go with no." "Thanks," I said, accepting my sunscreen for him. "Do you need some on your ass?" he asked, wiggling his eyebrows. "Do you need your testicles inside your body?" "Damn," he muttered. I looked over at the island, where the boys were now playing some soccer. "Are you going to join them?" I asked, nodding towards the island. Parker looked over at the game of soccer happening between his teammates and then back at me. "I think I'm just going to chill here." "We're listening to my music." "Let's arm wrestle for it." I rolled my eyes. "That's not even fair." "Okay, fine. What do you propose?" "That I'm going to plug in my music?" He stepped in front of the music player with a smirk on his face. "Okay big boy, but you don't know what you're getting yourself into." "So is that a surrender?" "Not even close." I wrapped my arms around his torso, catching him by surprise. "I know I'm irresistible, but can't you save this for when your brother isn't right over there?" I rose up on my tip-toes, looping my arms around his neck before pressing my lips to his. He stood frozen for a couple of moments, taken by complete surprise. And then he kissed me back. I let it continue for a few moments before pulling away, stepping around him and shooting him a smile. Parker stared at me, completely dazed. "I win."