Chapter 19 - 1

                                    

                                          
The sound of a loud car horn woke you up. You jumped in your seat, hitting your head on the door frame as you did so.

                          
"Holy shit," You said, blinking until your vision was clear.
                          
"Oops, sorry," Clay winced. "Someone cut me off."
                          
As soon as you could see properly, you noticed that you were on a bridge, going over bright blue water. Your face was pressed up against the glass window, staring out. Boats sailed by, under and around the bridge as you passed over it. You'd never seen something as beautiful as an American beach.
                          
George's voice from behind you told you that he had woken up. You panicked for a moment, and looked down quickly at Clay's hand. It wasn't on your leg anymore. It was back on the steering wheel. You sighed a breath of relief.
                          
"We're almost there?" George asked. He was wide awake, and it seemed like Nick was too, although you could tell that he took a little nap as well. You noticed his hair was stuck up on one side, but he brushed it down.
                          
"Mhm," Clay nodded, turning on his blinker and merging off the freeway at last. "We're hitting the beach first, cause check-in's at four. We have, like, hours, so...beach!"
                          
The sight in front of you was lovely. White beaches and bright blue water, unlike anything you'd ever seen before.
                          
Clay pulled up to a parking lot, nearest the beach, and parked.
                          
"Clearwater Beach, baby!" Clay shouted as he opened his door. He got out and walked around to the back, opening the trunk of his car. Inside were four beach chairs and a stack of towels. He grabbed one towel for himself, along with a chair, and began hiking out to the large blue things lined across the beach.
                          
You grabbed your beach bag, that contained your swimsuits, and got out of the car as well. All of you grabbed one chair and towel each and followed in the suit of Clay.
                          
As you got closer to the blue objects, you soon were able to identify them. They were tents! But they were small, with only enough shade to cover two people.
                          
You seated yourself under one, setting the folding chair out. You peaked around, wondering which of the boys would join you under the blue tent. You looked into the tent next to you to see all three boys squeezing their chairs under one of the blue tents and began laughing out loud. They did not all fit, either, but they tried their best.
                          
As soon as they were situated, Nick came over. "Beach time, gotta change," He said, grabbing your hand and pulling you up and out of your seat a couple feet.
                          
You made a noise of disagreement and tried to pull away, back into your tent, but you ended up backing into something sturdy-something tall and definitely not tent-like. Then you felt hands on your forearms. Yeah, that's definitely not a tent.
                          
"Beach time," Clay repeated, running his hands up and down your arms.
                          
You stepped out of his grasp and gave him a quick smile. You grabbed your bag and threw it over your shoulder.
                          
"Where to?" You asked.
                          
You walked through the sand, feet heavy, with the accompaniment of the three boys, toward a changing room of sorts.
                          
You stared down at your options, contemplating which suit to choose. You suddenly regretted only bringing two.
                          
Five minutes later, you ended up peeking out of the changing room in the white strapless bikini, eyes flicking back and forth. The second you were out of the room, you turned around to go back in to change into the other one.
                          
Right before you reached the door to go back in, you heard a voice.
                          
"Y/N?" It was Clay. You turned around slowly.