BORED | w. oleff

five-july 1st

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     it turned out i severely underestimated the walk down to the dock. it was extremely steep and winding and i scraped my knee but everyone else seemed to get down perfectly fine. blasphemy.

     this was the first time i'd seen [y/n] in a bathing suit in so long, and of course she practically saw me naked the night before but it's fine it's fine.

    she's changed a lot. she has boobs now apparently. so that's new.

the boat was a pontoon that looked normal until i saw that the chairs on the front of the boat were missing and replaced with folding chairs. "what the hell? what happened to those chairs?" i asked.

"they were stolen a long time ago i think," [y/n] replied, "you guys wanna go on the tubes?" she pointed to a big blue tube and a smaller yellow one, "they pull behind the boat. it's super fun."

"well then i guess we have to do it!"

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"YOU'RE GOING TO GET US FUCKING KILLED" screamed chosen as jack laughed maniacally from behind the wheel. he took another sharp turn and then i was as good as gone, holding onto the tube with one finger. "just hold on a little longer!" someone yelled to me.

"my fucking pants are falling off i can't hold on any longer unless you wanna get an eyeful of my dick!" i replied as someone grabbed my wrist and tried pulling me up, increasing the pressure on my pants, "wow you must really wanna see my dick!" i am irresistible. but nonetheless my pants are almost past my butt, and in an attempt to hide that, i pushed my body underwater, which apparently made it worse because in a split second they were at my ankles and i had to let go of the tube. luckily, my underwear was still tangled on one of my feet so i put those on but my trunks were no where to be found. when they circled around to retrieve me, i received questioning looks in response to me not getting on the tube. "what's the problem, why aren't you getting back on?" jaeden asked.

"i lost my pants." i said quietly.

"you what?" jeremy laughed.

i clicked my tongue, "my pants. they're gone."

the entire group burst out into laughter. "i told you guys this would happen!"

"don't you have any underwear on?" sophia asked.

"yes but i'm wet and cold so i will not be getting out of the water, you guys already saw my bare ass you're not seeing anything else."

"oh fiddlesticks." y/n said jokingly. i assume.

"is that them right there?" chosen's pointed to my red swim trunks about 2 feet away.

"yes! chosen you're an angel."

"we been knew."

i pulled them on as quickly as i could and climbed on the blue tube with chosen, sophia and y/n. it was a tight fit but i didn't mind. finn have jack the signal and he took off, probably dealing out about 6 cases of whiplash in the process.

once we got going, the shenanigans were in full swing. everyone was jumping between tubes, sitting on their knees or standing up. it was someone's fabulous idea to cram us all on one tube, except for finn, who didn't wanna risk it, he was riding all alone on the yellow tube and was sitting on his knees, putting his hands up. just then, jack took a sharp turn, flinging finn off and us right on top of him. we ran him over. (this happened to me two times in a row) jesus christ what was jack doing? we turned around to get him but once we were a few yards away and started slowing down jack jumped into the water and swam over to finn, who was perfectly fine. jack was overreacting, as always.

after jack had an aneurysm and then scolded us, even though he was driving we got back on the tube again. same people, same spots. jack also said that this was the last ride so we better make it count, and oh i was determined to make it count. everything was good for the first few minutes until i turned to y/n and said, "what if i just jumped off."

"then you jump off. why are you asking me?"

"oh no reason."

"wyatt jess oleff if you take me off this tube i swear i will-"

"you'll what?" i interrupted her, "besides i wasn't going to." i said to throw her off my trail. but then shortly threw her back on my trail and latched my hands to her waist, pulling us both off. "wyatt!" she yelled.

"oh you're fine."

she collected a mouthful of water and spat it at me, "fuck off."

"thank you madam."