Luckily, I was prepared for everything, even dressing like a guy. I dressed in my super-flattening, almost magical sports bra and boy's shorts, throwing on a loose tshirt. A "Freaketh Not" tshirt to be exact, but, whatever.

Cecelia's siblings asked why I looked like a boy. She told them to screw themselves and to call me Ethan.

After postponing it as long as I could, I went down to the dock to help, and, sure enough, after a short while, Adam showed up, leading a small flotilla of jet skis. Neil sat atop a royal blue one, and pulled up to the dock. "Hello, Ethan." Neil smiled beautifully.

"Hey." I said. Why was I blushing? "Why are there dragons on your jet ski?"

Neil looked embarrassing. "My father had them put on. They're for protection. He won't let me go out alone without them."

I laughed. "You're father's funny."

"I don't think so." Neil brushed his hand against the intricate black and white dragon along the jet ski's side.

"Hey, look," Someone waiting for their boat to be filled up shouted. "It's the dragon king."

Neil shook his head. "It's horrible." I laughed and looked up to find Sammi practically stripping for Adam, who was chatting with an annoyed Cecelia, who was standing with her back to me and hadn't seen Neil. On the other end of the dock, Butterfly was getting off a grey jet ski, white sketches of his namesake painted on the side. He held out his arms to Raymond, who looked absolutely adorable in his blue swim trunks and child size life jacket. "Ethan!" Ray exclaimed as Butterfly lifted him onto the dock. "Ethan!"

Butterfly nodded solemnly. He wore grey swim trunks and a life jacket of the same color. Now that I think about it, the only times I hadn't seen him wearing grey was when he wore his school uniform, and the red of the tie was the only "true" color I think he ever wore.

"Cecelia." I called. "Can you get Raymond a popsicle?"

Cecelia turned and ran into a pole. Everybody winced at the sound. Cecelia dropped to the ground, apparently unconscious.

"Cecelia!" I rushed to her side. "Wake up. You can't die. I don't know how to take care of your turtle."

"He gets a forth of a cube...everyday." Cecelia mumbled, as if she was dying.

"Shut up. Come back to me!"

"No, no." Cecelia seemed reassigned to the situation. "My life is a blonde moment, and its about to end. At least the last thing I saw was this amazingly hot guy."

"That would be my roommate." I told her.

Cecelia sat up quickly. "That's Neil?" She looked around, caught sight of Raymond, sucking on a blue popsicle, looking concernd. "Honey-senpai!" She shouted. "Oh my God, it's Honey-senpai!" She looked at Butterfly. "And Mori-senpai!"

"Cecelia." I began. "What did I tell you the other day? You can't reference animes unless the other people have seen them."

Adam came up from behind me and used my shoulder as an arm rest. "So what do you think of Poseidon's Warriors?"

"Adam." Neil began, now sipping a grape smoothie. "I told you. I refuse to be in any of you're stupid clubs."

"But Neil." Ray began, practically tearing up. "We would change the name to the Water Lillies if you want."

"Ray." Neil began, in his berating, big bother tone. "We already have a group member named Butterfly. We don't need a name that screams homosexuality."

I pushed Adam's arm off my shoulder. "What do you guys even do? Ride around on jet skis wreaking havoc?"

Adam paused a moment, as if thinking. "Yeah, I guess so. Less wreaking and more taking advantage of, but whatever you want to call it."

"Do you want to come with us, Ethan? You could ride with Neil."

"No, thanks." I said. Ray's smile dropped like a two ton brick, but I couldn't risk getting soaked and revealing my true identity by my girlish figure.

"But...but Ethan." Ray was near tears. "I-I want you to come."

"I'm sorry."

Ray was crying now. Big, fat tears streaked down his face, making the popsicle stains run down his chin. "But-but--" He hiccuped.

Butterfly wrapped the crying child in his arms and lifted him into his arms as if Ray was a bride. Then he set him on the jet ski, wiping off tears from under Ray's eyes with his thumb.

"This is so sweet." Cecelia whispered to me.

"I know."

"Are they gay?"

"I don't think so. I think this is just a really intimate scene for two straight guys."