Rollercoaster (The Circle Series - Part 3)

Chapter 7

A/N: This story contains a budding relationship (including sexual) between David's son Ethan and Jon's daughter Arielle, both of whom are 17 (the legal age of consent in New Jersey) when it starts. If this offends you, turn back now!

"Shaggy, which room shall Jen and I have?" Ari asked as the car carrying the four friends crossed the Mantoloking bridge into Bay Head. She and Jennifer had taken the back seat so that Brandon could talk football to Ethan as they drove. They were meeting Dan and his new girlfriend at the boardwalk later that afternoon.

It was a beautiful sunny day, a slight breeze taking the sting from the summer sun as they drove with the music loud and the windows down, pulling faces at the passing cars.

"Hey man, if it's cool can Jen and I have our own room? Wanna make the best of the privacy," Brandon said, grinning back at Jen who blushed.

"Yeah bro, it's all good. Scooby can room with me," Ethan shrugged and pulled onto East Avenue. "Fuckin' house is loaded and Dad just restocked the bar. You girls brought your bikinis, yeah?"

"Oh....bought a new one just for you, Brandon," Jennifer giggled, and ruffled the back of her boyfriend's hair.

Ethan looked in the rearview mirror at Ari. "What about you, Scooby? Did you bring that little bikini you showed me?" He couldn't keep his mind off the photos Ari had sent him and he instinctively shifted in his seat.

"Yeah, it's packed. I had to sneak it in, though. Mum doesn't think it's decent enough. God, my parents suck!" Ari rolled her eyes at the thought of how her mum and dad coddle her like they do with Sammy.

"Who would have thought Jon Fucking Bon Jovi, King of groupies would be so strict..." Jen's voice trailed off.

"Tell me about it! I'm always getting the 'Don't do what Stephie did. Learn from her mistake.' talk from dad. Jesus, I'm sure he thinks I'm as stupid as she was," Ari groaned, "I'm almost seventeen and they still treat me like I'm seven!"

Ethan pulled into the driveway of the Bryan family beachfront home and killed the ignition. The three-floor, brown shingle and white trim home stood immaculate in the Jersey sun. "Oh fuck man, your Dad redid the porch. Sweet!" Brandon exclaimed, hopping from the car and inhaling deeply. "Mmm smell the salt water girls!"

"What time are we meeting up with Dan and his girlfriend? Do you even know who it is?" Jennifer asked the boys. She giggled when Brandon scooped her up and twirled her around in the sun.

"Nah. D's been low key about it," Ethan replied, popping the trunk and starting to unload their stuff. "Normally the fucker brags about who he's fucking around with." He walked his and Ari's bags up to the stairs, searching for the house key.

"Are they staying here tonight too?" Ari asked, "Do I have to listen to the four of you? Or just Shaggy's snoring...just like his dad."

Ethan huffed indignantly, "Yes, Dad snores. I don't. Not a peep." Brandon coughed something that sounded close to 'bullshit'.

"Sure, Shaggy, whatever you say," she grinned at him, "You forget that I've known you forever."

"Just fuck off, all of you," Ethan groused and stalked to the front door. He unlocked and keyed in the alarm code. They heard a small gasp and found Jennifer in awe of the large white room with Bon Jovi memorabilia.

"C'mon Jen, you've been at our place," Ari shouldered her friend out of the way, "It's the same thing. It's not that great."

Ethan laughed and slung his arm around Ari's shoulders. "Don't let Dad hear you say that.

"I don't see what's so special about it all," Ari shrugged, "I mean it all happened before we were born. It's not relevant anymore."

"Mom never showed you the photos of us on stage? In 2013 you ran on stage in front of 25,000 people after tearing off your skirt," Ethan laughed and made devil horns with his fingers.