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y/n's pov:
apparently, the first thing on the agenda today is water skiing. (i've never been water skiing so bear with me) i've decided to make it my business to absolutely dominate everyone, so here i am, buckling my lifejacket. i grab onto the bar that's attached to the back of the boat and hop over the side. once i'm a good distance away from the back of the boat, charlie, who is driving, speeds up and i pull myself above the water. i'm doing pretty good for the first three minutes until i hit a wave and eat it. i can hear brady laughing when charlie pulls the boat around to pick me up. walker offers his arm and pulls me out onto the boat.
"wow, y/n, you could be in the olympics with that kind of skill," aryan snickers.
"wow, aryan, lets talk about ten minutes ago when you fell off the boat!" i retort.
leah giggles and aryan glares at her. walker grins.
"my turn!" walker exclaims.
he pulls the half secured life jacket off of my shoulders, buckles it over his chest, kisses me on the cheek, then hops of the boat, bar in hand. brady makes gagging noises and xochitl elbows him. i lean on the railing to watch walker. his arms are flexed and his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration. he's so pretty. i could watch him forever. he promptly hits a wave and is thrown like three feet in the air before hitting the water with a splash. momo and leena are cackling behind me. i smile. this is perfect. the wind in my hair, the sun on my skin. i wouldn't ask for anything else. walker's head pops up above the water and he waves at us, then beckons to me to join him. i shrug the towel off my hips, dive in, and swim towards him. when i reach him, i throw my arms around his neck. his hands slide around my waist as he treads water to keep us both afloat.
"missed me that bad, huh princess?"
i tug on one of his wet and now not so curly, curls.
"you wish."
i turn around to see if charlie has brought the boat back, but that little shit has not in fact driven over to come and get us. actually, he's done the opposite. the boat is all the way across the lake and i know for a fact that this was on purpose. i pout, my cheek pressed against walkers as he raises his left hand and flips them off.
"well, isn't this unfortunate," i sigh.
"i mean, i don't know, if you look on the bright side, at least it's me you're stuck with," he smirks.
