Frank couldn't believe it was already his five month anniversary. Maybe they weren't having the most romantic night but they promised to have one once they got back home to Belleville. Instead, they were on the beach partying with their friends and a bunch of other random people. They were all pretty drunk by then, dancing and laughing.

"Baby, come here," Pete said. "Come swim with me."

Everyone was in suits on the beach but Jamia didn't want to take off her bathing suit cover. Frank knew why, she always got self conscious of her body.

"No, I-I don't really want to," Jamia said. "What if it's cold?"

Gerard instead followed him over to the water to swim with him.

"Mia, we're in Florida," Frank said. "You don't have to be worried about your body, you're beautiful. Go swimming, have fun."

Jamia looked down, shaking her head.

"What do you do when you and Pete...you know...have sex and stuff?" He asked.

"We haven't," she said. "I-I get too self conscious, I don't want him to see me."

"You've been together for four months," he said. "Jamia, he really likes you. He likes you for exactly who you are. He thinks that you are so, so beautiful. And you are beautiful, you shouldn't have to worry about what anyone thinks of you."

Jamia sighed and nodded. Frank watched her go over to the shoreline and wave Pete over out of the water. She said something before he smiled and nodded, giving her a kiss. She took off her cover and joined him in the water. Frank smiled as a girl sat down beside him.

"I love your tattoos," she said. "You're pretty cute."

"I have a boyfriend," Frank said.

"Oh, you're gay?" she asked.

"No," he denied.

The girl looked confused but walked off anyways when she realized Frank wasn't available. Frank still hasn't completely figured out his sexuality but he finally decided that that was okay. He liked who he liked and didn't feel the need to put a label on himself.

"Is Ryan really about to let some stranger do body shots off him?" Brendon asked. "God, he is so drunk I need to keep a leash on him. Ryan! Babe! What are you doing?!"

Ryan giggled and waved his arm.

"We're doing body shots!" He cheered.

"God, whatever," Brendon muttered. "He is so weird. I am not surprised, really. I should probably stop him but...he's having fun. Am I a bad boyfriend for letting strangers do body shots off my boyfriend?"

Frank laughed. "I mean, can anyone control Ryan? At least he hasn't hijacked the stereo to play his Sad Boy Playlist."

"I'm surprised he hasn't done that," he said. "I should go get him."

Brendon walked off and took Ryan's hand. Ryan was pouting like a little puppy but followed Brendon away. Frank was left alone on the bench, a beer in his hand. He watched Gerard splash water at Jamia and they both laughed.

"Hey, Frank, right?" someone asked.

Frank looked back and saw a boy who looked familiar but he couldn't quite put a name to his face.

"Oh, I'm Tyler, Gerard's friend," the guy said. "We, um, we met at that one party a while ago when he brought you up to North Brunswick."

"Oh, yeah, hey," he said. "That's so weird running into you down here like this in Florida."

"It's not that weird, Lindsey and Gerard have been planning this trip since freshman year, right down to the motel they'd stay at," Tyler said with a small chuckle. "And then they sort of stopped talking but both still went on the trip, just with different groups of people."

"Oh, so you're staying at the same motel as us?" Frank said.

"Lindsey is so much more chill now, don't worry about her being around," he said. "I heard about everything that happened. It's crazy, she mentioned the tear gas and the sex tapes but nothing about any of the other letters. You should know that she was on her meds at the time but the dosage was off. She is doing a lot better now, I can promise you that. She won't bother you guys while we're all down here."

"Well, at least that's good," Frank said. "Today's our anniversary and I really don't want to be bothered by her today."

"She's doing a lot better, she's even on tinder now," he said. "Which I know may not seem like a big deal or anything but it's a sign that she's moving on from Gerard, she was pretty obsessed with him for a while."

Frank nodded, taking a sip of his drink.

"Well, I should go then, let you have some fun," he said. "I just thought that I would say hi."

Frank smiled, walking off to the water.

"Hey, Gerard," he called.

Gerard smiled and came over.

"Did you know that Lindsey was here?" Frank asked.

"No, I haven't really been talking to her," he said. "But I guess that I'm not really surprised, we were both pretty excited for this trip that we had both been planning."

"She's staying at the same motel and everything," he said. "Don't you think that's a little bit weird?"

"No," he said with a small chuckle, taking a sip of his boyfriend's drink. "Look, it's okay. Come on, why don't we go find somewhere a little bit more private to talk?"

Gerard took Frank's hand and pulled him over behind some trees. They sat down on the sand at the coast, holding each other close.

"Listen, it is going to be okay," he said. "We hardly talk anymore, she won't bother us at all."

They watched the sunset together and Gerard smiled.

"Happy anniversary, Baby, I love you," he said.

"I love you too," Frank replied.

Gerard leaned over, kissing Frank softly. Frank pushed him back, deepening the kiss.

"You wanna do it on the beach?" Gerard asked with a giggle.

"What if someone sees us?" Frank asked.

"We're completely blocked off, no one's going to see," he said.

"Are we just drunk?" He asked.

"Maybe," Gerard said.

Frank downed the rest of his beer before kissing Gerard again. They ground together slowly, low moans leaving their lips. Frank was just thankful that he wasn't so nervous anymore when it came to sex now that they've done it more. He was also thankful that he was able to last a lot longer.

"Ew, were you two about to have beach sex?" Pete asked.

Frank pulled away, groaning as he looked at his friend. Jamia stood beside him, blushing as she looked away.

"Uh, we were before you interrupted us," he said.

"You two are clearly drunk and not thinking this through," he said. "Beach sex is the worst, you don't even have a towel laid down. Gerard, you are going to have sand all up your wazoo."

"He might be right," Gerard agreed. "Maybe this should wait for later. We don't have any condoms with us anyways."

"What are you two doing over here then?" Frank asked.

"We just wanted a quiet place to talk is all," Pete said.

"Yeah, you two were not gonna do a whole lot of talking," Frank teased. "Whatever, come on, Gerard, they're probably gonna start the bonfire soon."

Gerard smiled, nodding his head. They walked away and Frank winked at Jamia on the way, making her blush. They had already gotten the bonfire started as it got dark, a huge pit of fire burning on the beach. People were just getting drunker and drunker and the two of them helped themselves to more drinks.

"Vodka shots," Gerard said, handing him one.

Frank gulped it down quickly and winced at the taste. But after three more shots it didn't seem as bad and the two began to dance together, mostly grinding and having fun. They were wasted and high and having so much fun together. But that was interrupted when sirens sounded nearby in the parking lot.

"Fuck, cops," Gerard said. "We have to get out of here."

They found their friends and hurried back to the motel, which was thankfully within walking distance.

"Shit, it's a good thing we didn't get caught," Brendon said as they hung out in his and Ryan's room. "Because Ryan here is so drunk I don't think he knows his name."

"You know, I don't think that Kylie Jenner should be so rich," Ryan said. "Y-you know who...who should be rich? Austin Powers."

"Aus--what?" Pete asked. "Was he not rich?"

"Who are we talking about?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, I think you need to lay down with a bottle of water," Brendon said.

He was the least drunk of the group, usually that's just because he was taking care of his boyfriend, his boyfriend who loved to get drunk.

"Whiskey?" Ryan asked. "Oh my god, there's this drinking game I came up with. O-okay so, like, you drink...you take a shot every time...you...hey, why did we leave the party?"

"The cops showed up, Babe," Brendon said.

"We should totally roleplay that," Ryan said, pulling on Brendon's shirt. "You can be the cop and I can be the bad, bad inmate."

"Yeah, you need to get some rest," he said.

Brendon tucked his boyfriend into the bed with a bottle of water.

"So, did you two do it on the beach?" Gerard asked. "After telling us not to?"

"No," Pete said with a chuckle. "We just wanted to watch the sunset together."

"It was so pretty," Jamia said. "And the way that it reflected on the water was even better."

Jamia smiled over at Pete, kissing his cheek.

"I was completely taken aback," he said. "It was so beautiful. I never wanted to look away. The most beautiful girl in the world. And yeah, the sunset was pretty cool too."

Jamia giggled and blushed.

"You two are really cute together," Frank said.

"You know who's cute together?" Ryan asked, sitting up in bed. "Gwen and Trent from Total Drama Island."

"Oh my god, just lay down and go to sleep, Babe," Brendon said.

"Ooh, and Gwen Stefani and Gwen Stefani," Ryan added.

"Gwen Stefani and her clone?" Pete asked.

"Who's Gwen Stefani?" he asked. "Is it...is she secretly Lady Gaga? I mean, have they ever been in the same room together? I think not!"

"Lay down," Brendon ordered.

"Bossy, I like it," Ryan said. "Come join me in bed and boss me around some more."

"You're probably too drunk to even get it up," he said with a small laugh. "Just go to bed."

"I can....I can get it up, wanna see?" Ryan asked.

He pushed his blanket aside and started to pull down his shorts when Brendon quickly hurried over to stop him.

"Alright then, time for you to stay in bed and go to sleep," he said.

"We should probably go to our own rooms anyways," Gerard said.

"Oh, I've gotta call my mom first," Jamia said. "She wanted to talk to you Frank."

They left the room and were soon alone together.

"I'm nervous, I don't actually need to call my mom," she admitted. "Last night I roomed with Ryan, this is my first time sleeping over with Pete. And there's only one bed."

"Jamia, it's gonna be okay," he said but she still looked really nervous. "You can room with me tonight if you want but you're gonna have to have a sleepover with him eventually."

"Thank you," she said. "I'll room with him tomorrow, I'm just nervous."

Frank explained the situation with Gerard and he happily went to go room with Pete for the night, telling him some story about how Jamia accidentally fell asleep in Frank's bed while they talked on the phone with her mom.

"Why are you so nervous?" Frank asked.

"I-I don't know, I just am," Jamia said. "Let's just go to sleep."

She changed her clothes in the bathroom and he changed after. They crawled into bed, turning off the lights.

"Thanks, Frankie, I just don't think I'm ready yet for sleeping in the same bed as him," she said. "But we've gotten a lot closer and stuff. I think I'll be ready tomorrow."

Frank smiled, kissing her cheek before falling asleep under the warm blankets.