Marching Band: The Journey [EDITING]

7 - Boardwalk Day & Home Sweet Home

The sun beat down on my dark head of hair and I let out a groan. My head was heating up faster than it needed to and I didn't like it. Tony chuckled from beside me as he slung an arm around my shoulders and pulled me into him. He kissed the top of my head and held it there for a moment before pulling away. At times like this, I'm glad he was there to laugh at me. I know, that's what best friends are for. But if my best friends were there, they wouldn't stop laughing.

"You guys are on cuteness overload, we get it. But can you stop so I won't be jealous?" Phillip asked from behind us, glancing up from his phone. His smile morphs into a playful scowl as I stick my tongue out at him.

"I would suggest you put that tongue back in your mouth or I'm going to put it in mine." Tony said in a low voice to my ear. It rumbled through my body and I turned to him with a smirk.

"I'd like to see you try."

Biggest mistake. Ever.

Tony's smirk grew as his eyes clouded over. His arm drops and his hands grab my waist before pulling me into him as his back hits the wooden railing. The force knocks the wind out of me, but that's the least of my worries. A few people that were passing on the pier stopped to give a strange looks, probably more at the weird kid (aka Phillip) who was filming us than the two horny teenagers. My hands instantly flew out to his shoulders to stop myself from completely ramming into him. A low rumble came from him as he leaned forward to lay warm kisses on my neck. Curse his amazing lips! He started his descent to my collarbone and that's when I leaned back. Tony playfully frowned at me for a second with an adorable pout before it morphed into a smirk.

"Told you to put it away." He said before pushing off the railing and putting his arm back around my shoulders.

I chuckled at him as I pulled up my shirt. In all that, it had slipped dangerously low. After my shower with Tony, I had changed into some light washed ripped capris and a light blue off-the-shoulder crop top. Tony managed to look unbelievably hot in khaki shorts and the same shirt I wore last night. His hair was messy since I may have messed it up earlier in a heat-of-the-moment thing. After our little thing, I had gotten my hair messed up so now it was falling loosely over my shoulders.

"That's right, you better have pulled that up or I was going to do it myself." Phillip reprimanded me as he continued to follow us.

I know what you're thinking: um, what? Phillip is really over protective, more than my own brother. He frowns upon me and my make-out sessions, even if they're with my own boyfriend. But he can't be a hypocrite since he does the same thing with his girlfriend. It's also probably the same reason he thinks Tony and I haven't done it yet. That's why whenever I dress in anything a little revealing, he orders me change. At times it's annoying to all heavens, but it's nice to know someone cares about me that way.

"What is he threatening to do now?" Em asks as she walks up to us with Carson who currently has his arm around her shoulder. She doesn't even seem fazed by it.

Surprising since his button-down shirt has left a few buttons open to reveal his chest. Em was wearing some dangerously short jean shorts and a simple print tee from one of the bands she likes. From the way Carson kept eyeing her legs, I knew he appreciated the short shorts. I rolled my eyes at them before turning to Em to answer he question. Only, Tony beat me to it.

"He's threatening to staple Angie's vagina closed." He says with a straight face. Phillip and I both scrunch our faces in disgust while Carson bursts out laughing, clutching his stomach for air. Em is left looking shocked with her jaw hanging low.

"EW!" Phillip, Em, and I both cry out in unison. We eye each other with weird looks before laughing at ourselves. It was rare moments like these that I loved, all of us getting along.