(Y/N) (L/N) has been friends with the Russos for as long as she can remember. Max has been her best friend for just as long. Little does she know that they Russo family hides a secret, one that Max hasn't told her.
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(Y/N)'s POV
Pulling my luggage behind me I admired the ship's check in area. I admired the decoration until a man in a bone costume came up to Max, Justin and I handing us each a paper.
"Dude check it out! There's a marine paleontology exhibit on board. They must've known I was coming," Justin said.
Max looked around before turning to us, "Was I suppose to watch Alex and make sure she didn't sneak away?"
"Yes," Mr. Russo replied.
"When exactly does that job start?" Max asks.
Mr. and Mrs. Russo shook their heads before a man with a name tag saying 'Moseby' started calling out, "Russos? The Russo party."
"Right here. Yes," Justin called out, raising his hand.
"Ah the contest winners. Welcome to the S.S. Tipton Teen Cruise to Hawaii!" He welcomed us.
Mrs. Russo groaned, "You know, the ship's name is 'Tipton'. Which has the word 'tip' in it. Which makes me really nervous!"
"It also has the word 'ton' in it as in the ship weighs 87,000 tons," Moseby added.
"Oh my gosh. How does this thing float?" Mrs. Russo exclaimed.
"Magic," Moseby replied.
This must've made the Russos nervous because they all started looking at each other before Moseby started laughing and I chuckled a little too as he said, "I'm kidding! There's no such thing as magic!"
I chuckled and went to check out a pamphlet table so the Russos could finish up and say their goodbyes, as I was looking at one advertising handgliding a blonde boy came up by me, "Hey there, what's a girl like you doing on a boat like this?"
I turned to face him, "Vacationing, what about you?"
He shrugged, "Schooling, Zack Martin."
He held out his hand and I shook it, "(Y/N) (L/N)."
