Cecelia and I went jet skiing. It would have been fun, if I hadn't been convinced that she was trying to kill me. After holding on for dear life so long that my fingers were numb, we headed back to her house, only to find Poseidon's Warriors drinking smoothies on her dock.

I swore. I wasn't exactly wearing my most mannish clothes at the moment, and I couldn't risk letting Neil know. He was too much of a good person to allow my lie to remain secret. And, even though the life vest covered up my figure, there was still the small matter of bikini bottoms to contend with.

So, in lack of a better plan, I jumped off the jet ski, swam into an empty boat slip as inconspicuously as I could, and climbed up behind them. I threw on my pair of boy's shorts and another handy dandy over sized tshirt.

"Strawberry is the best." Ray was telling Butterfly, who was the only one drinking water.

Butterfly nodded. Neil, who was sitting next to his little brother, ruffled his hair affectionately. "In a few years, you might want to try something like this." He held up his caramel coffee cooler.

"I thought you two weren't allowed to eat anything that your chefs didn't prepare." I said.

Neil pointed his thumb over his shoulder at a skinny, nervous looking man I hadn't noticed before. "I brought a food taster."

So that's what they look like I was thinking, and Adam downed the last of his peach smoothie. "Shall we?" He asked the group of boys.

"Yea!" Ray jumped to his feet. "More jet skiing!"

"You can come two, Little Ethan." Adam offered. "You can ride with me."

"I'll pass." I said.

"Really?" Ray asked me.

"Really." I stated more firmly.

"Okay, then." Ray hopped aboard Butterfly's jet ski with only a little assistance from it's owner, and began asking all sorts of questions from him. Completely random questions, like "What does a wave taste like?" and "where do angels go when they die?" and "if I ate a whole cake, do you think I would get as fat as Neil was?"

When the boys were pulling away from the dock, Cecelia returned to my side. "What's up?" She asked.

"Nothing much."

She grinned and pulled my hair. Hard. I let out a yelp, more in surprise than pain. "What the hell?" I asked.

She laughed. "That was your sex sound."

"And I really needed to know that why?"

"So when you sleep with Adam, you can--"

I cut her off by pushing her into the water. "In your dreams." I told her as she tread water. "I hate that guy."

C laughed and got water in her mouth. Spluttering, she said, "Yeah, well, I bet he doesn't think that way."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

Cecelia pulled herself out of the water, chuckling to herself. "If you don't know, then I'm not going to tell you."