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Like most teenagers during the summer, Sam, Danny and Tucker enjoyed going to the beach.

To a lesser extent, so did Jazz, who had agreed to drive them there and "supervise"; of course, that was quickly forgotten with the momentary cautions of Don't wander off! and NO GHOST FIGHTING!, and then Jazz was off to the marine biology museum with her notebook and trusty pink pen.

So they were left by themselves at the beach house to change. Sweet.

Except for the minute that Sam opened her backpack she could have sworn that tiny hearts erupted from it, along with a perfume so sickeningly sweet that she could have hurled.

"I. Am. Not. WEARING. THIS."

And so she grabbed her best friends' wrists, after closing her backpack ("Augh! The smell! How will I get it out?") and dragged them to the nearby swim shop. Then she deposited them on the benches while she went to go find something in something a little more dark.

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"Well... okay."

She climbed over him, and stamina calming momentarily, rested her head on his chest.

There was something to be said about a young man that could get as incredibly worked up as Danny and yet be willing to just lie there, cuddling his girlfriend and petting her hair, just because that's what she wanted at the moment.

She sighed, and fiddled around for his hand, which she splayed her fingers through, squeezing it. Contentment made her head spin.

"This is amazing."

"Yeah," Danny said contentedly, even though he still had a...problem.

She kissed him warmly, and trailed her fingers over his belly gently, then his cheek. "Thanks."

"Nnng, please don't do that--I'm probably going to have to stay in the water for a good hour as it is," he said pleadingly.

"Yeah," she said, and kissed him.

And kissed him and kissed him and kissed him and... "Wow. I dunno whether I can stop." Kiss.

"Saaaaam," he protested, squirming underneath her.

"I love that I can do this to you," she said honestly, with a wicked grin. "Sorry."

She got off of him.

He sat up, just trying to catch his breath for a moment, and then stood and ran into the water. Again.

"What am I going to do if sometime I don't have a lake or ocean convenient?" he joked with her, over the crash of the waves.

"I don't know," she said thoughtfully.

Then dived gracefully into the water next to him and emerged, hair all wet again. "Lucky we have one handy."

"Lucky," Danny said with a grin, just paddling around her happily.

She grinned at him wildly.

"You're sure when we get home you're not like, going to pull a 180 on me and suddenly start drooling over Valerie again? Or Paulina? Or any random girl who passes by in the street?"

"Hey! I don't stare at random girls," he said. "I mean, more than any other guy does. But no, I definitely won't."

A pause. He coughed. "Uh, and I won't sneak into the girls' locker room anymore, either."

Sam looked at him.

Then hit him. Hard.

"YOU ... YOU LITTLE-- I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU-- WHILE WE WERE--"

"Ow! Hey, at least I admitted it!" he shot at her, flushing.

She glared at him. "You have sooooo lost make out points, buster."

"Come on! I'm a teenage boy! I got invisibility and intangibility--what do you think the first thing I thought of to do with it was?" he asked her.

She thought for a minute.

"Did you do it -- while -- I was--?"

He ducked down into the water so that only his eyes were showing, looking guilty.

"Aaaand... was this before or after we started dating?"

He sank just a little lower.

She raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms in the water. "I thought you didn't like me like that before."

He lifted his head out of the water enough to say, "That doesn't mean I didn't think you were good-looking."

"...I... am not going to even dignify this conversation with a response." Glaare.