Hey everyone, I'm Loki Loud-wait, you already know that.

Shit. Can I start over?

Alright, here I go. Hey, it's Literally Loki over here, and here is a day with me and my boys. You ready for this? I sure hope you are, 'cause man, things get crazy.

Me and my boys, what can I say? I mean, I don't wanna be mean, but my friends are a bunch of dumbasses and, or, jerks. I guess birds of a feather flock together, am I right?

There's Beckett in front of me, with the red hair. You know how they say that redheads are the spawn of Satan? Beckett proves that Lucifer doesn't have shit on him. He is just...phew, him and Lane would get along perfectly. One time in tenth grade, he pranked the entire school by making it seem like there was a fire going on in the principal's office. There wasn't, but he got us the best week off of school in our lives. I sometimes wonder if he's gonna be like Sam Pepper, just without the rapey vibes.

The curly haired blonde dude, that there's Whip; ok, his real name's William but he prefers Whip, and to me, it sounds cooler. He is literally a slick talking son of a bitch. I only wish that I could pull off convincing our geometry teacher to give me an A plus even though I got half the f***ing questions wrong. He's also one of the richest kids in our school, but he tries to keep it on the down low. Yeah, sure, the fact that you wear designer clothes even Loni would be jealous of is totally keeping it on the down low. Dumbass.

Then there's Cecil Pingrey. You know that Carol chick that I spied on Loni talking to a few chapters ago? This is her older (by one year) brother. Goddamn, this dude has to have superpowers of something! He's top of the class, got first place in all my golf tournaments, sold the most candy bars-I wouldn't even be surprised if he tapped an ass before I did! I mean...shit! But I'm not jealous though. In fact, the fact that he can do all this is what led us to being friends in the first place. He showed me one day that he's just a normal guy like me. I respect that.

Right now, I'm sitting in a car-convertible, by the way-way better than Vanzilla being driven by Beckett; Whip is in the passenger's seat; and Cecil is sitting right next to me and I got Bebe on my left. My sweet, sweet gf. I am literally gonna marry this girl one day, I promise you!

Anyway, enough about my marriage fantasies. I hope you enjoy this story.

"Are we there yet?!" Loki complained. Bebe was currently lying her head on his shoulder, enjoying the breeze through her hair.

Beckett rolled his eyes from behind the wheel. "We'll get there when we get there. Chillax."

"We've been driving for almost two hours, man," Loki replied.

"What's the rush, Loki?" Whip commented. "It's not like we're doing anything else."

"How far away was this creek, Beck?" Cecil asked.

"Look we're almost there, alright? Besides, I got a little surprise for y'all when we get there," Beckett answered.

"What?" Bebe rang out.

"If I told you now, that would ruin it."

"C'mon, it's not like it would be a big deal. What is it, you got a girl locked in the trunk or something?" Whip joked.

Before Beckett could answer, a motorcycle sped up from the left and unexpectedly swerved right in front of the group of teens, prompting Beckett to blow his horn at him as everyone shouted. The guy on the motorcycle flipped him off.

"This son of a bitch-you guys see this?" Beckett exclaimed. "F***in' fruitcake!" he shouted at the motorcyclist before he changed lanes to the left.

"As bright as day, my dude," Cecil answered. "Personally, I'd get out of the car and beat his ass."

"Not to be mean, but I literally can't see you fighting anybody," Loki said.

"I can throw down!" Cecil said, defensive.

"Like those f***in' softies at those country clubs you and Whip go to?" Bebe joked, hi-fiving Loki.

"Loki, that's straight disrespectful, make your girl apologize!" Cecil whined, making Beckett and Loki snicker. "Besides, those dudes at country clubs do throw down."

"Tch, yeah, like that one time Tetherby knocked a guy out with a nine-iron," Whip said.

"Don't even bring up Tetherby, Whip," Beckett began. "That guy is a f***in' asshole."

"What else is new?"

After a few seconds of driving, the gang drove past a sign, which led them to a giant forest. Beckett used his right hand to point out and say "Right there, that's the spot!"

"Finally!" Loki said.

The Creek

It wasn't like any of those nature documentaries that his four year old brother Levi loved so much. It was more akin to a swamp you'd find in Louisiana. But he did give the place credit: it looked like the water was clear and clean enough to take a dip in.

"This is the big surprise you were talking about?"

The gang of teens were standing in front of Beckett's opened trunk, which contained their backpacks, Whip's Nintendo Switch...

….and bottles. Liquor bottles, to be precise. Vodka, tequila, rum, a 12 pack of beer, you name it.

Beckett smirked at the rest of them. "Pretty cool, right?"

"Orale," Bebe whispered, gazing at the bottles. "How'd you even get this stuff?"

"Whip knows a guy," the redhaired teen immediately answered.

"That I do," the curly haired blonde said. "He was a total sucker."

"Question: do you get calluses on your stomach from all that slithering you do?" Cecil asked Whip.

"Hmm...nope, I'm immune," Whip answered, smirking.

"Beer for me!" Bebe exclaimed, picking up the 12 pack.

"Vodka, here I come!" Cecil also chimed in, taking the Grey Goose.

The gang soon moved toward the stream of water, with their alcohol in hands. Beckett, Whip, Cecil, and Loki all began disrobing and afterwards, jumped into the lake, whooping and cheering and hi-fiving.

"C'mon, babe, jump in!" Loki encouraged.

"I'm not jumping in any gross-ass lake water," Bebe shot down.

"But it's lonely in here."

"No it's not. You got your butt buddies in there." Loki and the rest of the boys flipped Bebe off, making her laugh out loud.

"C'mon, just-just look at that face, B," Whip said, motioning to Loki who put on the puppy dog eyes.

"Before I do," Bebe started, before she opened a beer and downed it in a few seconds. Afterwards, she shook her head. "Don't look."

"I make no promises," Loki teased until Cecil smacked him upside his head. The boys turned around so that they couldn't see Bebe.

"Thank you, Cecil," the Latina said as she stripped down.

"You suck," Beckett said lowly.

"What I do?" Loki asked.

"You know."

"How the f**k did you get a hot lady like that?" Whip asked.

Loki smirked at his friends. "I got skills."

"Sure, and I'm the king of England," Cecil snarked. Bebe jumped in the lake, making a big splash onto the four other teens. When she rose from the water, she exhaled harshly.

"Shit, it's cold!" she shouted.

"I'll come over and warm you up," Loki said as he swam over to his girlfriend. He wrapped his arms around her as soon as he got close to her. An evil smile came over his face as he picked Bebe up bridal style and spun her around, making her giggle in response. He put her down after a few seconds.

"You douchebag," Bebe teased, splashing water on him.

"Look how good I look," Loki proclaimed, making a few poses and flexing his biceps. "Isn't this literally the perfect specimen of a man right here?"

Bebe made a thinking pose. "You're alright. 7 out of 10."

Loki deflated. "And there goes some of my masculine pride."

"Aww, poor pequeño Loki," she teased, pinching his cheek.

"Anyone ever tell you you're hot when you go all Spanish?" the blonde Loud said.

"A few times. He's floating in front of me."

"ENOUGH WITH THE YUCKFEST!" Cecil called out. "Come on, the beer and stuff is getting warm!"

Loki and Bebe rolled their eyes; of course Beckett didn't bring a cooler. "Just gimme a minute!" Loki called out.

Bebe wrapped her arms around Loki's neck and began making out with him. The two descended slightly into the water even more to make it seem like it was only them.

Beckett, Cecil, and Whip weren't fooled and scoffed at the couple. "Tch, still haven't f***ed her yet," Whip commented.

How was that?