Author's Note: THE FINAL DRABBLE THING. Harley's biggest warning is in this one... Hehe. And anyway, the whole title thing is there so I can throw lyrics up because I FUCKING LOVE THIS SONG!

The Yacht Club

(I can taste your lips in the citrus afternoon)

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He won the ribbon with a few problems here and there, his thoughts being one of them, but he would not blush at her right now. His heart thumping wildly with adrenaline was fine, but he knew that today - oh, what a day - it was definitely not adrenaline. It was her; it was May.

When they got backstage, he smiled at her; her at him.

Her smile was still really bright and pretty…

"I let you win!" was her playful comment, all sunshine and giggles.

"Yeah, right," he decided to play along, just a little bit, but their conversation was left dead and awkward because they started to get closer to each other.

It was turning into hell for Drew.

And then, her face got red and before either one knew it, they were kissing.

Lips against lips, smiles against smiles and feelings against feelings.

Maybe today wasn't so bad after all! His luck was finally turning around!

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Meanwhile

"I am genuinely concerned about your obsession with these two."

"No, sh, you really have to be quiet now or they could hear us,"

"Harley, why do you have popcorn?"

"Solidad, I don't think you get it. This is like the ending to a romance movie where the two main characters are too stupid to realize their feelings for each other,"

No, she couldn't respond to that, so she simply dipped her hand in the bucket of popcorn and joined in on whatever it was that Harley was doing.

"Do you think they'll go any further?"

She gave him a look of shock.

"What?! I'm just saying that they've been in love probably since they day they met and now they're finally just going to go all out with their passions and -"

She put her hand over his mouth, "Just stop talking about them and enjoy your 'romance movie,'"

He did as she directed, but pulled out a camera.

"No, you are not taking a picture! Give me that!"

Their shouts and squirms had, unfortunately for them, alerted the two lovebirds in the room.

When they turned around it was quite the scene: the two of them practically rolling on top of each other, Solidad trying to grab the camera that was in Harley's hands. Solidad got up and dusted herself off, trying to pretend that what had just happened was all a joke and continued to try to grab the camera, but instead, Harley pulled her straight back down. She fell right back down on top of him with a slight scream, a blush and a familiar maniacal giggle. (At least to Drew it was familiar. Damn, he should've known when he first heard it!)

And then Harley broke the silence by shouting three words that would make anyone scream in this moment:

"Say cheese, hon!"

Snap!

And so then, there was one, very loud, high pitched girly screech:

"HARLEY!"

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the end

(Let's dance in the moonlight when we join the yacht club)