An Order For Two [ Tronnor Oneshots ]

boating

(some fluff because we all know we need it atm)
word count: like 1600 or something
(body issues so a tw)

School starts next week, and I'm most definitely not looking forward to summer ending. Not because of the nice weather, or the parties. Neither things I experienced much of, staying in my room after moving from Australia, watching YouTube and not looking forward to having to make new friends at a new school.

Today is Labor Day in America. The day before school starts, the day everyone and their brother is doing what people do during the summer in Minnesota. Being the land of 10,000 lakes, every other person within a 20-mile radius of a lake owns a boat.

One of my father's coworkers, Sam, invited us to join him on a popular party lake, Lake Minnetonka, to enjoy the last day of the summer. Our house was in a small town called Excelsior, in the town of Minnetonka.

"You're coming wether you like it or not, Troye." My dad says, waking me up for the 3rd time this morning.

"But-"

"No, come on, get up. You're pale and scrawny and lonely. So join your family before you disappear again during school."

I roll my eyes, smiling. "You're lucky I don't hate you."

He scoffs, but smiles and rips the sheets off of me, turning on the lights and heading back downstairs.

I slowly make my way up, pausing before standing to clear my head, telling myself that getting out of bed is a good idea. I finally muster up enough energy to make my way to the bathroom.

After getting ready, already wearing my trunks, I unplug my phone, and pack my bag with some gum, headphones, and an extra shirt if I decide to go swimming.

"Troye! Are you ready?" Sage yells up. "We have a surprise for you!"

"Coming!" I respond, grabbing my bag and turning off the lights.

As I am at the top of the stairs, about to come down, someone else screams up, "Seriously we're going to be late little bro!"

I stop dead in my tracks, my eyes widening. "Steele?" After coming down the stairs, I jump at him, hugging my older brother.

We have small talk, until I realize that Sage and Tyde have already left. "Where are they?"

"They were invited to their friends' boats." My mom answers.

"Ah. Well, let's go I guess."

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"Alright! We're here! Party time!" Sam announces.

"We're where?" I ask, as I am standing right next to him.

"Big Island. Aka Party Central."

At that time, I look up.

Never have I ever seen so many boats with so many people and such loud music. There's little kids jumping off the front of boats, girls in  small bikinis relaxing under the sun, and adults drinking as if it were their job. There are big boats, like Sam's, and smaller, faster boats. Jetskiis dot the water, and everyone seems to know everyone.

I sigh, dreading how social I will have to be today. At that moment, my dad takes me by the arm, and introduces me to the people on the boat to the right of Sam's.

"Troye, this is Mr. Franta, my boss."

"Please, call me Peter." He says, outreaching his hand. Before I am able to shake his hand, a beautiful woman walks over, a little worn with age and wearing a soft smile on her face.

"Hey lovely," she says, taking my hand, "I'm Cheryl Franta. Peter's my husband."

"H-hi."

"Oh, how old are you?"