My Brothers Best Friend

there for you

still friday morning, you all get ready to get on the boat once quinn woke up. you put on a hot pink bikini that showed most if not all of your ass, trevor did not approve. "what the fuck are you wearing?" he asks you once he meets you in your room sitting on your bed after he finishes changing. "what the fuck does it look like" you respond. "it looks like you're a hooker". you whip your head back at him with your mouth wide open, appalled and what he just said. he laughs and grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to him once your legs straddle his, he pulls your chin to him and kisses you while he places his hand on the part of your ass that is not covered with bathing suit. "nevermind. i kinda like this bathing suit" he says your laugh.

once everyone (you, trevor, jack and quinn) is in their bathing suits, you guys go down to the dock and get on the boat. you brought the surfboard and the wakeboard. jack, quinn and trevor wake surfs first and you wakeboard last because you hated wake surfing. you were always the best wakeboarder in the family. you always loved hitting the wake jumps and attempting flips but they mostly didn't work out. you were doing good considering it was your first time doing it while getting over a broken ankle. you hit a few small jumps and landed but you were scared to hit the big ones. the music on the boat was blasting and you had so much energy you just thought, "fuck it". you bent your knees and went the the far left side of the boat so you could get a fast start. you started to go for the jump and once you were in the air you felt so good. everyone on the boat was impressed that i could do that considering what you were recovering from. when you landed, you hit the water harder than ever and bent your ankle the wrong way. you immediately fell back not because you lost balance but because of the pain you were in. you let out the same scream you did when you got hit in field hockey, so the boys knew it was bad. quinn stopped the boat and turned around. your ankle was still in the board which was the reason you were still floating. trevor dove in right away and grabbed you not caring what quinn thought. he swam me to the ladder of the boat and took off the board in the water. jack came to the edge of the boat and lifted you onto it while trevor got the board and the rope out of the water. you were still crying and trevor came back onto the boat and put one hand on your neck and the other on your waist. jack was at the end of the seat near your ankle and quinn was standing over you with a weird face because of the way trevor was holding you but you guys didn't even care. you were still crying and trevor was wiping the hair out of your face to kiss you. a long, deep kiss. that's when quinn finally reacted. "dude what the fuck are you doing" he said to trevor pulling his shoulder to force trevor away from me. jack pulled quinn aside while trevor came back to the seat you were lying down on. "will you calm down? they're together, it's not a big deal" jack said to him. quinn still had the stupid look on his face that he does when he's confused. jack drove the boat back to the dock and trevor and jack helped you off the boat with quinn following. luke had just gotten home with his umich friends and your parents were drinking coffee in the kitchen. once you entered the house your mom knew something was really wrong by the looks of your faces. "what happened?!" she yelled, drawing everyone in the house attention over to you, ethan especially. "i landed on it on the wakeboard" you said, trying not to start crying again. "get in the car, we're going to the ER" she insisted. your mom was always like that, she made a big deal out of everything even if it wasn't necessary. you didn't fight her though. trevor and jack helped you in the car. trevor would've gone but considering nobody knew besides jack and quinn, you thought it would be pretty weird.