Chapter eight

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Marilyn's P.O.V.

It was now around seven thirty, and it was getting dark. We decided to save the drinks and weed for when it got dark, we decided that we were gonna spend the night on the boat seeing as there were a few beds in the cabin.

And there were, there were six beds. But one problem. They were twin beds. And one didn't even have sheets or pillows on it, so there were only five beds that were sleepable, and there were seven of us.

We pretty much spent the whole day tubing. And let me tell you. That shit is badass. Shayley threw me about four times, which was just as fun. But the best was when we were on the tube together and he was holding onto my hand.

It was also cute watching Rachel and Austin all day. He seems just as interested in her as she is him, and it's important to me to see my best friend happy.

All day I'd been messing with Shay like he had been earlier with me. I'd sit on his lap with my back arched and turn sideways and throw an arm around him "holding on" while the boat went over some serious wakes. And he'd hold onto me just as tightly. Holding on to my thigh with one hand and reaching around grabbing my hip with the other. I could honestly stay like that all day. But just as he was getting comfortable I'd get right up and strut to the other side of the boat and grab a water. I wasn't quite sure how to tease someone seeing as I never really had anyone to tease. But I mean, it felt like I was doing okay. I could sense him getting frustrated whenever I got up or whatever.

After we went down and I picked my "room" and bed, Shayley marched up to me.

"Guess you're my cuddle buddy tonight, huh?" Shayley said to me.

"Actually," I began. "Alan seems like he's a pretty decent cuddle buddy. I'm sure he could keep you warm."

He laughed and said "What's wrong? you don't like spooning?"

"Oh no I do," I said. "I just don't know if I wanna share a bed with someone who might not be able to control himself if he's intoxicated." I smiled at him.

"Marilyn!" Rachel called me over.

"Yeah," I said walking in her direction, stopping right next to her.

"Think we can break out the Seagrams? I'm dying to start partying now!"

"Let's do it," I said to her as we walked over to the cooler, reaching in and grabbing one for everybody, passing them around.

"Here's to...," Tino started but couldn't find anything to cheers about.

"Here's to our new friends, Rachel and Marilyn. I hope we have a shit load more days like today," Austin said and threw his arm around Rachel.

We all clanked bottles and took a drink.

"Austin, turn up the music. Put on some A$AP or something," Phil said.

Austin changed his phone to the A$AP Rocky station on iTunes Radio. Which actually was pretty shitty. They only played two good songs and we powered through like eight. So I went over to his phone and put it on the TRAP station. Immediately 'No Hands' CRNKN remix came on. I grabbed another drink and one for Shay, walking over to him and handed it to him.

I smirked at him, and turned around. I started grinding on him. He seemed a little surprised at first. But then, he got into it, grabbing my hips and pulling me into him more.

I smelt the sour stench if weed and looked over to see Alan packing a bowl. I grabbed Shay's hand and sat down next to Alan.

"Alan," I laughed. "You didn't bring mids did you?"

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