1986
You where dating Frank from anthrax and the boys thought it would be fun if the girlfriends come on a boat trip to the lake.
You walked out of the room
Frank: ooo nice bathing suit
The bathing suit was white high waisted bottoms and the top had fringe.
Y/n: thank you
You said as you did a spin for him
Y/n: we should get going before where late
Frank: ok I already but the beer and stuff in the car
Y/n: ahh perfect
You said as you kissed him on the cheek
You guys got in the car and left
The entire car ride consisted of loud music and wind through your hair.
Once you finally arrived you where greeted by everyone and got on the boat "Metallica kill 'em all" blasted loudly through the speakers
You where wrapped in franks arms drinking a beer.
You guys got to a spot surrounded by mountains and cannons and decided to stop.
Everyone was swimming and cliff jumping and you where laying out on the boat getting a tan before you felt two big hands wrap around you and throw you into the water.
Once you rose to the surface. You saw Frankie with the biggest smile on his face.
Y/n: fuck you frankie
Frank: sorry I had to
You flipped him off and climbed to a inflatable raft in the water.
Frankie swam over to you
Frankie: your not mad are you
Y/n: no I should be having fun with everyone. But still I was enjoying my time up there
You splashed him in the face with water
Frankie kissed you and sat back up on the boat.
You guys partied till it got dark and decided to go back. You guy had this little camping spot right by the lake.
You and the girls got wood and stuff and food while the Scott started the fire.
Frank: you want one
Offering a joint
Y/n: yeah sure
You guys smoked and drank beer and made s'mores by the fire.
You guys weren't sober enough to drive home so you guys slept in the car.
Frankie: man you in that bathing suit today
Y/n: yeah you liked it
You said playing with his hair
Frankie: fuck I almost made us leave
Y/n: don't worry when we get home tomorrow you can have me all to your self
You kissed him and went to sleep.
