I held Frank's hand as he helped me onto the boat. We weren't going onto his yacht today but Frank was taking us all out onto his pontoon boat. I smiled, sitting down on one of the seats.

"Alright, I got food for us," my mom said as she set down the cooler.

"Great," Frank said. "Everyone usually gets super hungry being out here on the boat."

Mikey wobbled a bit as he adjusted to the rocking, I don't think he's ever been on a boat before.

"Wow, this is weird," he said.

My dad got on next, sitting next to my mom. Frank untied the boat, pushing it off from the dock before getting on. He sighed, sitting down in his seat. I sat behind him, smiling as I wrapped my arms around his chest.

"Everyone ready to go?" Frank asked.

"Do you have life jackets?" My mom asked nervously.

"Yes, they are underneath the seats," Frank said.

She lifted up her seat to look at the compartment inside just to confirm.

"Alright, we're off then," Frank said.

He started the boat up and I smiled. It was burning out so thankfully the wind helped cool us off a lot.

"Frank, how much did this boat cost you?" He asked. "It's nice."

"Um, it was just a little over forty grand," Frank said.

My dad let out a low whistle and Frank fixed his sunglasses on his face.

"I love you," he whispered.

I giggled, kissing his cheek. I didn't want to stand while the boat was in motion but I also really wanted those cherry tomatoes I had spotted in my mom's cooler earlier. Call me crazy but I'm basically a slut for fruits and vegetables.

"We're just gonna go park the boat a little deeper and we'll just hang out there and have some fun," he said.

Frank drove off before stopping the engine and dropping the anchor. I grabbed the snacks and sat near the front in the sun.

"So we can swim?" Mikey asked.

"Yep, I'll put the ladder down," he said.

Frank moved the ladder down and Mikey looked down curiously.

"How deep is it?" He asked.

"At this area it's probably about...I don't know, fifteen feet, perhaps," he said.

"Can you fish out here?" Mikey asked.

"You like to fish?" Frank asked and my brother nodded. "Should've told me, we could've brought some fishing gear out here with us. Maybe next time we could do that."

He smiled and nodded his head.

"You're really sweet," my mom said.

"Thank you," Frank said. "I think it's just sweet little Gee rubbing off on me."

I blushed, holding his hand as he sat beside me. Frank grabbed some cups, pulling out some drinks.

"Care for one?" Frank asked.

"Oh, yes please," my mom said.

"Me too," my dad replied.

Frank mixed together vodka, pineapple juice and cranberry juice, making four cups.

"Can I have some?" Mikey asked.

"You're underage," Frank said.

"So is Gee," he said.

"Yeah but Gee only gets one cup," Frank said.

"So I can have a half a cup," Mikey said.

"Michael, you're fifteen," my dad said.

Mikey pouted but didn't say anything more.

"Are you allowed to be drinking and driving a boat?" My mom asked.

"It's only a little glass, I added mostly just the pineapple juice to mine," Frank said.

"Oh shit, cool, you got wireless speakers in this thing?" Mikey asked.

"Michael, language,"  my mom said.

"Can I hook up to it?" He asked.

"Go for it, Dude," Frank said.

Mikey smiled and started playing music, some band I haven't heard before.

"So, you heading off to Italy soon?" My mom asked.

"No, we decided to push the trip off until the fall because it's really hot out for my grandparents," he said.

"So at least I'll be in school so I won't always be so lonely," I said.

"I'm gonna be lonely when I'm away from you," he said.

He kissed my cheek and I blushed. My mom awed at us and I looked down at the liquid sloshing around in my cup.

"Can I have a pop?" Mikey asked.

"Don't you have legs?" My mom asked.

Mikey sighed and went to the cooler in the back, getting a can of Coke. I stretched out, the sun warming my skin and making me feel at peace. I've always like summer, the warm sun always made me feel so much better whenever I was feeling upset. It was energizing, I just wanted to run around and sing and dance. Something about hot weather just made me want to relax back with a cocktail and music playing beside a pool.

"I also wanted to invite you all to my house this weekend for dinner," Frank said.

I looked at him in confusion. He hadn't talked to me about this. Why didn't he talk to me first? We live together now, we should be making these decisions together too.

"That sounds really great," My dad agreed. "Is this going to be some fancy schmancy event again?"

"No, I was thinking more of a chill barbeque," Frank said.

My parents agreed happily and I bit my lip.

"Also, Gee, do you wanna invite Jamia and maybe her family too?" Frank asked.

"Uh, I mean, sure," I said. "Yeah, that's fine, it sounds like a lot of fun."

I finished off my drink and looked to Frank for another but he shook his head.

"Can't have an underage, drunk boyfriend out in public," he said.

I continued to snack on foods when a police boat slowly drifted to us. Frank stiffened, seeming to panic for a slight second before moving seats, thinking about it before sitting down.

"What can I do for you, officer?" He asked.

"Just routine life preserver checks," the officer said.

Frank showed them that we had enough life jackets for each of us and I smiled.

"Alright, you guys have a good day now," he said before they drove off.

Frank relaxed but picked up the anchor and ladder.

"Let's move off, it's getting a little bit wavy here," he said.

"Can I drive?" Mikey asked.

"Yeah, I'll show you," Frank said.

Mikey grinned and sat down in the seat.

"Alright, just move this lever to go forward and use this to steer," Frank said. "Start off a bit slow then gain speed bit by bit."

Mikey nodded, starting the boat. He steered more towards the center of the lake when the boat suddenly jolted a bit and made a funny sound. Mikey panicked, putting the boat into neutral.

"Michael, don't mess with things," my dad scolded.

"No, no, it's fine," Frank said. "He just hit some seaweed. All you have to do is reverse out of it then drive around it."

"I can do it?" Mikey asked hopefully.

"Yeah, go for it," Frank said.

Mikey guided the boat away carefully steering the boat as he looked over the edge to make sure he was out of the seaweed. He drove off before putting the boat into neutral. Frank set the anchor and everything up.

"Everything okay?" I asked quietly. "You were acting a little funny."

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he said.

I kissed his cheek and he smiled, getting me a can of Coke. I sat back down in my seat, sighing as I snuggled up to Frank's side. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and I grinned.

"So, we up for another poker game?" My dad asked. "I've always wanted a boat."

"I didn't bring a deck of cards with me," Frank said. "Maybe next time for something less expensive."

My dad nodded and my mom opened the cooler. She handed out food at people's requests.

"Frank, would you like me to make you a sandwich?" She asked.

"Oh no, that's okay," he said.

"Come on, you had us over for dinner and now we're going over to your house for dinner again, let me at least make you a sandwich," she said.

"Alright, can I have peanut butter and jelly then?" Frank asked.

She smiled, making the sandwich for him.

"Gee used to love peanut butter when he was younger," my mom said. "We used to come into the kitchen and find him practically covered head to toe in peanut butter when he would get into the jar. It would take forever to wash it all out of his hair."

I blushed, my jaw dropping as Frank chuckled.

"Mom, you don't have to tell him that," I complained.

"One time when he was five we were taking a bath together and he shit in the tub," Mikey said.

"Stop!" I shrieked. "Oh my god, you guys are so humiliating! Stop talking about embarrassing stuff I did as a kid."

"I think it's adorable," Frank said.

"Are you high? It was not cute," I said.

Frank snorted and squeezed my hand. Frank took the sandwich from my mom and ate happily.

"When Gee was little his favorite thing to eat when he was sick was peanut butter and banana sandwiches," my dad said. "Most kids would want things like chicken noodle soup but no, he wanted only peanut butter and banana sandwiches."

"That's cute," Frank said. "I've never had anything like that, never had a warm, homey little family like yours. I don't know I never really had so much of homemade soups and stuff like that made for me when I was sick."

"Well call me the next time that you're sick and I'll make you some soup," my mom said.

"Your mom and  grandma didn't?" I asked.

"They tried but they were busy a lot with the family business," he said. "Obviously they cared for me but they were just busy is all."

"And I don't want to make assumptions but if you two get married then I'll be like your homey little mother," my mom said.

I choked on my Coke and Frank blushed.

"Wow, mom, no one knows if they're actually going to get married," Mikey said. "Unless Gee's a gold digger."

"I'm not," I denied. "I went out with him before I found out he was rich."

"Yeah but as soon as you found out that he was rich then you didn't let him go," Mikey said.

I scowled at him before pushing him off the boat. He swarm up, splashing me as much as he could.

"Ass," he muttered as he climbed back up..

"Michael," my mom scolded. "Watch your language."

Frank tossed Mikey a towel and I looked at my boyfriend fondly. I curled up to his side as I now just kept thinking of Frank and I getting married.