Terry had not stopped grunting in her arms for the past five minutes. He refused to move, so she had to carry him, but he was being obnoxious and loud, so she had to put up with that. Overall, she kind of wanted to murder him. But, she persevered, like the strong, independent woman she was.

 Once they got to the beach (20 minutes of grunting, lunging around an obnoxious goofball, and getting odd looks from strangers later), Jesse threw him onto the soft (hopefully) sand. She walked over to a familiar face and smiled. "Hey, there hot-stuff!" Her hand met his and they fell into a bro-hug. "Hi, beautiful!" He replied.

 Terry finally got up, understanding now that he was NOT going to be headed home anytime soon. He saw Mark, the tall, handsome Mark, with his stubble and perfect hair, and he also saw the others. Mostly Mark though.

 He walked up beside Jesse, and she slapped him on the back. "Welcome back from the dead, my friend!" He sighed. "Yay. Beach."

 Mark, who had been talking to Jesse, looked down to the very short Terry and smiled. "Terrence! Shrimpy! How's it goin'?"

 Terry thought about that for a moment, recalling this being the second time going outside. "Wonderful!" He beamed. "Absolutely perfect!" Mark laughed at his enthusiasm. "Nice! Mine's been... I mean I guess it's 'been', you know... Heh." He patted Terry's shoulder.

 "Terry!" Another friend called, in her skin-tight bikini. She had her regular side-pony-tail, but whenever she was in swimwears she looked like a whole different person. "Twaine! It's Terrence!" Twaine, who had been staring at the volleyball, looked up, smiling at Terry.

 "Hey, Jane, hey, Twaine." The two, while having rhyming names and living in the same house since they were 12, were not related in the slightest. It's a long story.

 Mark and Jesse went to go get...something. Terry wasn't paying attention. So he decided it would be a good opportunity to catch up with the others.

 Jane ran over to him, and lightly punched him in the shoulder. "Wow man! How long has it been? You look taller." Her eyes widened. "A day." He answered. "It's been an actual, singular day, Jane." She giggled at his response and messed up his hair. "What are the pronouns for today?" 

 "He." Terry flattened out his hair as the one person who was equal to his tiny height nodded.

 "Twaine! Stop staring at balls! You can't be that gay!" 

 Twaine, who had, yes, been staring at balls- beachballs and volleyballs- rolled his eyes playfully and came over. They really happened to get along "because of their gayness" was how Jane had worded it. Jane was a lesbian, while Twaine was gay. They never had to worry about them liking one another at least! (Well, so far.)

 Terry and Twaine hugged before doing their signature handshake that they never remembered. They usually would just do random stuff and then punch each other. Just like friends did.

 "Hey," Terry began. "Where is Kiley? I don't see them..."

 Jane thought for a moment. 

 "They had to go to the washroom. And you know how that is for them." Twaine had replied instead. 

 Terry nodded. "That makes sense. How was California?"

 "Oh my goodness, Terry!" Jane, of course, spoke first. "It was so fun! I got SO sunburnt! I am still in SO MUCH PAIN! I feel like crying every time I move!" Jane, who had always been a rather over-the-top bean, was smiling and talking about this like it was the best thing ever. All while moving, doing hand gestures and using body language while flinching.

 Twaine smiled at her. "So, Terry-" He interrupted her, as if he intended on annoying her (which he did intend to), "What have you been doing?" 

 "Losing." Jane seemed to be confused, but Twaine got it. "Like usual." He replied. "You're not very good at that game, are you?"

 "I'm AWFUL at that game, Mr. Twaine." 

 Jane sat on the sand and started playing with it. She liked games, but she was more a Mario and Zelda player, rather than an Overwatch player. They were very different languages. 

 "Tit-Mcgee!" Hello to you too, Jesse.

 Jane looked back up and smiled. "Jesse!" Jane ran over to her, and they hugged quickly, then Jesse, using her incredibly strong arms, carried Jane back to Terry and Twaine. "What are the adorable T-twins doing?"

 "Talking about Overwa-"

 Jesse dropped Jane, making her pout. "YES PLEASE! May I join the conversation???" Jesse sounded way too eager to talk. Like usual.

 Terry and Twaine exchanged glances. 

 "This is for gay men only." Terry declared, making Twaine release an over-exaggerated laugh.

 Now, Jesse was the one begging.

 2 for Terry! He was on a roll! 

 Wanna' know what else was on a roll? The volleyball that just hit him in the head, making his glasses stab him in the eye and sending his weak little nerd body into the sand.

 1 for random volleyball!