edited - July 7 - July 9, 2014

I giggled at how Claire looked as if she was going to pass out.

"Joey Graceffa, the Joey Graceffa, wants to hang with us?!" She squealed. We jumped around like young teenagers, which we technically both were with me being 19 and her being 21. 

"Yes!" I squealed back, "I am going to die of all these feels, Claire!"

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We pull up at the beach and I take out my camera.

"Hi guys! I'm here with my Claire."

"Your Claire?" Claire interrupts before widening her eyes and pointing and squealing, "I see him!"

"Just so you know, we're hanging out with Joey Graceffa today," I tell the camera and walk over to Joey, "Hola Joey! Say hi to my people!"

"Hi to my people!" Joey says. I hug him and then turn back to the camera. 

"Told you I wasn't lying but you never listen!" I shout toward the camera a bit too loud, causing people to stare. 

"Now people are looking at me audience, thank you very much." I mumble sarcastically. Claire and Joey both snicker, "Rude!" I say to the camera before giving a disapproving look and turning the camera off. 

"We've arrived!" Claire shouts, speeding up towards the sand.

"Oh really? I thought we were back in Canada!" I respond sarcastically.

"Oh my gosh, we're in Canada again? I didn't know!" Claire responded with sarcasm, rolling her eyes. 

"Shut your mouth before I feel it with sand," I tell Claire with a hard glare. She giggles and walks away. 

"Is this a good place to set up?" Claire asked, pointing right infront of the ocean. She takes her shades off and pushes her hair out of her face. I envy her for looking almost model-like. 

"Yeah, I guess," I said, looking at the empty beach. It was late August, it shouldn't be this empty. 

"Wanna tan?" She questioned. 

"You know I only get sunburn when I tan," I respond. 

"Oh yeah," Claire said with a small smile. 

I flip her off before taking off my coverup and stepping into the water, then plunging in at full force. 

"But Dee, you can't swim well!" Claire called as I fell forward into the water, trying to stay afloat.

"YOLO!" I shouted back when the salty water wasn't in my mouth. 

Joey's POV

"Claire, where did Delilah go?" I question, sitting on the sand next to her. 

"I think she's about to go kill herself." Claire muttered, pointing to the water. I see Delilah trying to keep her head above water as she swam, "She can't swim all that well."

"Why don't you go stop her?" I asked. It was wrong, Claire being Delilah's best friend and all, not even helping her. 

"I can't swim period. I did try to stop her, she shouted yolo like the retard she is," Claire responded, opening her Arizona Tea and sipping it as she pushed her shades up her nose. 

I watched as Delilah slowly made her way out of the water, and watch Claire shake her head and Delilah flip her off, "I'm great guys, thanks for asking! Totally didn't just almost die or anything," Delilah muttered, grabbing a towel from next to me and wrapping it around her. 

"I warned you," Claire muttered. Delilah rolled her eyes and grabbed Claire's Arizona, sipping from it. 

"Hey!" Claire shouted, snatching her bottle from Delilah

"Hi," Delilah responded, sitting in the only other beach chair. 

"Why didn't you bring a third chair?" I ask. 

"Because, the scientists discovered something called the ground recently! Look, seems you've already found it!" Delilah exclaimed, her voice full of sarcasm. She looked at me and smiled. I hope she didn't mean to be rude. 

"But the ground has the unknown in it," I respond. 

"Here, a towel. Sit on it," Claire said, tossing me a blue towel. 

"At least someones nice to me," I said, glancing at Delilah with a smirk. 

"Hold up, let me count how many shits I give. Oh wait, there are none," she responded, giving me a rather large and rather fake dimpled smile. I wondered for a second if I should hang out with them. Then again, she was probably reassuring me she wasn't going to treat me any different because she watched my videos, and I hoped that's what her rudeness is. 

"I apologize for Delilah, she goes through bitch stages sometimes," Claire tells me. 

"Fuck you, Claire, I don't," Delilah grumbled, rolling her eyes and taking out her phone, "So, I'm going to try to tan. I'm listening to loud music, and loud music provokes me to do violent things, so I may do violent things to you if you bother me." She states and puts in her earbuds and closes her eyes. 

"I think I'll tan too," Claire said, closing her eyes and putting in her earbuds as well. 

Delilah sprung up about a minute after that and glanced at Claire before grinning, "It worked!"

"What worked?" I question. Delilah puts a finger to her lips and stands up, slowly walking to the ocean, waiting for me to catch up. I run next to her. 

"I don't tan, I'm going to walk the beach. Come with?" Delilah asked.

I slowly began to nod, "Won't she be mad?" I asked.

"I've done this before, don't stress it." Delilah said walking away casually.

"Okay..." I said unsurely and following behind Delilah.

Delilah's POV

Joey and I walked along the shore line for a while before I accidently hit my foot on a bucket. I stared at it before grinning. I had an idea. I grab the small pink  bucket and walk to the water, filling ot up.

"What are you doing?" Joey asked. 

I snicker, "This is called, Cleaning Claire." 

Joey chuckles, "You do this a lot, don't you?"

"Yeah, that's what makes us besties!" I chirped while quietly walking toward Claire. Joey stays a safe distance behind me since he was louder. I stop in front of Claire and carefully move her phone out of the way before dumping the water on her head. 

"Delilah!" Claire screeched in my ear, pulling me on top of her. 

"Claire! You got your hair in my mouth!" I exclaim, standing up and spitting out her wet hair. 

"Karma!" Claire retorted in a sing-song voice. 

I flip her off with a glare, "Shut it." 

"How about no," She said back, then she changes emotions and grins at me. 

"Joey, can you go over there for a second? I need to tell Dee a secret," Claire tells Joey, to which he nods, smiles, and walks to the ocean. Claire then pulled me back down to her and put her mouth next to my ear and began to whisper. 

"Realize how Joey's the only one not wet?" She asked. A grin spreads across my face.

"Yeah," I respond. 

"I have a plan. Well first I want you to grab Joey's arms," She said.

"Pin them behind his back like in prison?" I asked her. 

She nods,"Exactly. You're strong right? Because I think it'll take two of us."

"What are you going to do?" I asked.

"You know what? Scratch that. Okay so I'll grab one arm and you grab the other and we are going to drag him to the water," Claire told me. 

I grin and start doing my best maniacal laugh to which Claire widens her eyes. 

"I got to call an agent to get you a part as a villan in a movie!" She exclaimed standing up. We both laugh and start walking over to Joey. 

"Hi Joey!" I exclaim. 

"Are you okay Delilah?" He asked. He obviously already knew I wasn't ever this nice sounding. 

"Peachy!" I respond. 

Claire suddenly smirked viciously and grabs one of Joey's wrists, and I grabbed the other. Joey was trying to wiggle free. 

"Karma for not helping me Joey!" Claire exclaimed, throwing him into the water. 

"Is Joey fast?" I question her. 

"I don't know, why?" She responded. 

"Because don't you think we should run?" I ask. 

"Well, that would be a good idea," Claire said, starting to run. I run behind her and Joey follows soon after. 

I trip over my feet onto the sand. 

"Go on without me! It's my time!" I shout to Claire. Claire pretends to wipe an imaginary tear before running off. Joey comes to pick me up. 

"Run 'till you can't run no more!" I shout at Claire, quoting Joey's hungercraft videos. I heard Joey laugh.

Claire ended up running until she couldn't take it anymore, which took a while since she's ran track all her life. She's always been much more active and fit than me. 

"Now you die!" Joey shouted. He pulled out a knife and stabbed us and we died.

The End

(A/N: JK JK JK JOEY DIDN'T MURDER THEM. JOEY'S NOT LIKE THAT. LOL CONTINUE READING)

"You got me all wet!" Joey exclaimed. 

"That's what she said," I muttered. Claire and Joey both roll their eyes. 

"It's called getting even Joey," Claire said.

"Whatever," Joey said. I yawn.

"Aw, is widdow Delilah tired?" Claire asks in a mocking baby voice.

"Shut up Claire," I growl. 

"What time is it?" Claire asked.

"Late," Joey responded. 

"Mind if we come over yours Joey?" I ask as the three of us walk to the parking lot. 

"Sure. But don't you need clean clothes, and my address?" He asked.

"Really? I never would've figured!" I sarcastially exclaim, putting my hand over my mouth in mock shock. 

"Rude and disrespectful!" Joey exclaimed. 

"Whatever," I respond. We reach the parking lot and I put my shirt over my head, "Just text me the address and we'll be over there after we stop at the house."

Joey nods, tells us bye and walks to his car. Claire turns to me and squeals as we get in the car. 

"We're going to Joey's house. Where he films his videos!" I squeal. 

"Calm it. Come on I want to get there as fast as possible," Claire told me.