"Damn Scott. You don't have to go bitching everyone out. Calm your ass down." Clint directed.
"Well when you guys play like shit last night, I think I have the right to be kinda pissed." Scott shot back.
"When did we play like shit?" Bob demanded in disbelief.
"Last night!" Scott exclaimed. "That was by far the crappiest performance I have ever seen in my life!"
"Yeah, and I bet you had nothing to do with that." Dave said sarcastically.
"Just shut up Dave. I don't need any lip from you." Scott barked.
"Fuck you!" Dave shouted. "You don't need any lip from me? Whoa-ho! That's a new one! I think you have it backwards. I don't need any lip from you! All you ever do it bitch, bitch, bitch, and oh yeah, I just remembered, you bitch some more!" he yelled.
Bob started to pound out a rhythm on his drums, trying to drown out the sound of his brothers' arguing.
Clint started in a beat on his bass, taking Bob's lead.
"Cut it out guys!" Scott exclaimed. "If Dave has something to say, then let him be heard. Dave? Do you have something to say to me?" he asked.
"No, but my foot has something to say to your colon!" Dave quipped.
"Ouch!!!" Bob laughed. "That was a good one Dave."
Clint nodded in agreement. "Excellent come back."
"Shut up you guys!" Scott shouted at them. "Do you really think you can beat me up Dave?" he challenged.
"Well... yeah." Dave said haughtily, digging himself into a deeper hole by the second.
Scott gently set his guitar down in it's stand. "Okay Dave. Let's go then." he proposed.
Dave shrugged and stepped from behind his keyboards.
"You guys!" Bob started to say. "Don't even think about fighting!"
"Yeah! If Dad walks in, we all get in trouble!" Clint whined.
"No, no guys. Dave thinks he can beat me in the ring, so let's go Dave. First punch is free."
"Scott, this isn't Celebrity Death Match!" Bob scolded. "Just sit down. Let's take five."
"No, if little boy Davey thinks he can beat me up, far be it for us to hinder his chances of finding out!" Scott said loudly and obnoxiously.
Dave took his chance when his brother turned away to announce his victory to all. He slugged him in the stomach, causing him to double over.
"See Scott!" Bob exclaimed. "You running off at the mouth always gets you punched!"
"You're dead!" Scott choked out, trying to catch his breath.
Dave shrugged and walked away, knowing if he left the room at Mach three speed it still wouldn't have been fast enough.
* * *
"Denny, it looks like it's time for math!" Jeanine squealed, meeting up with her friend in the hallway.
"Thank God! I need my dose of hottie-teacher for the day." Denise said as she and Jeanine headed in the general direction of the classroom.
"How do you like my top?" Jeanine asked in a hushed tone.
Her friend stepped back to study the thin and tiny tank top her friend wore. "It's cute... well, what there is of it!" she laughed. "You're on the verge of loosing one in that thing!"
"That's okay." Jeanine purred with a devious grin.
The two girls strolled into the classroom. Jeanine grabbed the last seat in the front row, the seat that also happened to be in the center. Denise slipped into the spot behind her.
"Go get 'em Tiger!" she whispered excitedly as the teacher in question entered the room.
Mr. Alan Richards was a tall man with a dark complexion, due to his strong German background, and dark hair. He had thick eyebrows and lashes, and full lips. He possessed very boyish features, but a very manly way to them, only adding to his intense sex appeal.
"Good afternoon guys." he said, sitting down on the edge of his desk. "Now I know you all hate math, to tell you the truth, I hate it too, but you have to learn it, so let's get on with the lesson, then you can talk when we're done."
The students laughed, Jeanine giggling unnaturally, glancing back at Denise.
Alan crossed the room. passing right by Jeanine's desk. He glanced over her for a fleeting moment, going to open the window.
"Oooh, I believe you just got some recognition." Denise hissed in her ear.
Jeanine smiled approvingly, taking out her notebook. She wrote her friend a note.
Den,
Oh my God! You're right! He was soooooooo checking me out!
Remind me to wear a tank top like this more often!
I told you I'd have him if it was the last thing I did, and
I can tell ya, if I keep dressing like this, it won't be so hard!!!
* * *
"Excuse me, Mr. Richards?" Jeanine said in a high pitched girly voice. She approached his desk as the other students flooded out of the classroom.
Denise gave her a 'What are you doing' look, but took the hint and left to wait for her friend in the hallway.
"I'm Jeanine Alba, by the way." Jen added, giggling and clutching her books to her chest.
"What can I do for you Jeanine?" Alan asked, glancing up at her from his work.
"Well..." Jeanine hadn't thought that far ahead, she hadn't the slightest clue what to say.
Alan looked up at her, raising an eyebrow for her to get to the point.
Plan B... well actually they're C's but... she thought rapidly.
She purposely dropped her pen to the floor. "Ooops!" she said with a giggle, setting her books down on his desk and leaning over to retrieve her pen. She had to lean at a very odd angle in order to give him a nice view of her breasts while keeping them in her shirt. When she stood up again, she had his full attention.
"I was wondering if I could set up tutoring sessions after school with you... I mean... if it wouldn't be that much trouble. If you're busy, that's fine, but math's never really been my subject." she lied, knowing very well that math had always been one of her best subjects.
"It's only a week into school..." Alan said pointedly, though he was staring at her chest the entire time.
"I know, but I can just tell that I'm not going to do well." Jen purred, leaning forward slightly with her hands rested on the desk top.
"I'm sure you'll do fine..." he said, his eyes finally finding hers. "But I'd be happy to help you out if you need it."
Jeanine flashed him a lecherous smile before gathering her books. "Thanks so much Mr. Richards!" she exclaimed in a bubbly voice. "I'll owe you one." she added, chewing lustfully on the corner of her bottom lip.
"I'll hold you to that!" he joked as she left, flashing him another award-winning smile.
"What was that all about?" Denise hissed excitedly as Jeanine closed the door behind her.
"I've got a tutoring session with our beloved Mr. Hottie everyday after school." Jen replied, barely containing her excitement. “Piece-o-cake.” she smirked winningly with a playful wink.
"You are too bad." Denise said, shaking her head. "You lucky fuck!!! I am SO jealous!" she gushed.
"I am pretty lucky, I mean I'll be meeting with Mr. Hottie everyday at the stroke of three o'clock. And if I play my cards right, we'll be doing more than studying the Pythagorean Theorem!"
Denise nudged her with a sly grin as the two girls made their way down the hall. "Lucky, lucky fuck." she said.
"And damn proud of it." Jeanine laughed.
* * *
Timber tapped her pencil on her desk, gazing out the window in a daze. Honors biology was always so easy for her; everything was always easy for her when it came to academics.
She was shocked out of her thoughts when the classroom door opened and in walked a girl she had never seen before. The girl was tall, about Jeanine's height, with strawberry blonde hair, cut short like a boy's, and from what Timber could see where she was sitting, the girl's eyes were hazel. She was wearing a pair of white capri pants and a multi colored tank top that tied in the back. Her sandals made a clomping sound as they hit the tile floor.
The girl walked up to the teacher and handed him a slip of paper. Mr. Adams scanned over the sheet before introducing her to the class.
"Guys, this is Carmen Matthers. She'll be in our class from now on." Mr. Adams announced.
"Hi Carmen!" the class chorused, breaking into peals of laughter afterwards.
Timber didn't understand why sounding like they were in an alcoholics anonymous class was so hilarious.
Carmen took the only empty seat in front of Timber, smiling at her briefly before sitting down.
Timber returned the smile before focusing back out the window.
* * *
"I'm so hungry!!!" Dave whined.
"I have to pee!!!" Clint whined from beside him in the car.
"I want to stretch my legs!" Bob chimed.
"I want you guys to shut the hell up!" Scott groaned in annoyance.
"We'll be at the hotel in three minutes guys!" Frank informed them, wishing they would all stop complaining. "Can you calm down until then?" he requested.
The four boys all looked at each other. "No!" they all chorused in unison.
Silence followed.
"Red car." Clint suddenly said. "Blue car." he said, moments later, staring out the window.
"Black car!" Bob joined in.
"Yellow truck!" Scott announced.
"Green car!" Dave and Clint said in unison.
"I saw it first!" Clint argued.
"No I did!" Dave insisted.
"Shut up all of you!" Scott shouted. "I saw the car first." he lied.
"Thank God we're at the hotel." Sheila said, massaging her temples. "You guys are getting restless.
"Can we go eat?" Dave pleaded, holding his stomach.
"Damn Dave, we just ate not too long ago." Bob said.
"Yeah, but I'm hungry." Dave whined. "I'm fifteen, I need my riboflavin to stay strong."
"Riboflavin Dave? Riboflavin?" Scott asked with a questioning look on his face.
"Yeah! Riboflavin." Dave insisted, getting out of the car.
"Whatever." Scott said, rolling his eyes. "You can be such a freak sometimes Dave."
* * *
"Hey Kelly! Wait up!" Trevor called, hurrying up to her in the hallway.
Kelly spun around and smiled when she saw him. "Hey Trevor." she said warmly.
"I was wondering," he began, falling into step beside her. "Would you want to go to a movie with me this Friday?" he asked. "I mean, it would be strictly platonic of course... you do, after all have a boyfriend..." he rambled on.
Kelly sighed deeply, thinking of Clint. She still had to try to work things out with him because she liked him a lot, and she wasn't going to let Trevor come between the two of them. "Yes." she replied. "That sounds great."
"Okay, I'll uh, call you before then?" he suggested.
"Alright." she agreed, not able to contain the smile that was taking over her face.
"Okay..." he paused for a moment, uneasily, before leaning down and pecking her gently on the cheek. "See ya."
Kelly's heart melted as she watched him walk away.
* * *
Timber dug in her locker for her portable CD player. She jumped in surprise, feeling a tap on her shoulder.
"Hey, sorry!" Carmen said with a smirk.
"It's okay." Timber said shortly turning back to her locker.
"I know this seems kinda random, but I moved across the street from you." Carmen said.
Timber turned to her slowly. "From me?" she asked.
"Yeah, well, over a house, but yeah. I saw you outside yesterday and my dad met your parents. But he said you were thirteen... he must have been mistaken." she rambled on.
"Oh, no, I am, but it's a really long story." Timber said, finding her Discman and sticking it in her backpack.
Carmen grinned. "Are you walking home?" she asked.
"Yeah, actually." Timber replied. "You?"
"Yup, do you mind if I walk with you?" Carmen asked.
Timber smiled. "Of course not, come on. But I have to wait for my friends. Let's go." she said, liking Carmen already. "I'm Timber, by the way."
"That's a cool name, I'm Carmen."
The two girls started off down the hall to where they would meet the others.
* * *
"That story wasn't that long!" Carmen said with a laugh after Timber told her the "Good Will Hunting" story, as Bob liked to call it.
"Yeah, you're right, I guess it just seems longer when you're telling it." Tim replied with a shrug.
Carmen laughed. "After you tell me all these stories about the guys, I can't wait to meet them." she continued. "They sound awesome."
"They really are." Timber agreed.
"You guys get into so much trouble..." Carmen laughed.
"Yeah... we've done our fair share of trouble making." Timber agreed.
"I think I've actually heard of them before... I don't know."
"Yeah, but they are really cool guys, you'll love 'em."
"I hope so." Carmen said wistfully.
They walked in silence for a moment.
"Your friends seem nice." Carmen said with a smile.
"They really are, you'll learn to love them." Timber said, trying to continue with the polite conversation that was taking place.
"Well, it looks like this is where I get off." Carmen said as the neared her front walk. "It was great meeting you."
"You too, so we'll walk home tomorrow?" Timber asked.
"Sure." Carmen said with a smile, glad to have found a friend. "See ya."
"Bye." Tim said.
The two girls went their separate ways, Carmen going up her driveway to her side door, and Timber crossing the street.
* * *
"Damn Dave, you're going to choke!" Clint scolded. "Eat a little slower buddy." he added with a grin.
"I'm just so damn hungry!" Dave said between mouthfuls.
"Dave, you're going to choke." Sheila said gently.
"So let him." Scott proposed.
Frank gave his son a dark look.
"Hey man, I'm just saying, if the boy wants to choke, let him!" Scott defended himself.
"That was really mean Scott." Clint said. "We wouldn't want you to choke." he continued. "Though sometimes we want to choke you." he joked with a grin.
Bob took his identical brother's absence of mind to sneak a shrimp off his plate.
"Hey!" Clint exclaimed, catching him. "Eat your own food!"
"It's just one Clint, I'm sure it wouldn't hurt for you to share." Bob said, rolling his eyes as he attempted to pop the shrimp into his mouth.
Clint grabbed his brother's fork and directed it towards his own mouth.
"Hey!" Bob whined. "Just let me have it!"
"Never!" Clint said with a menacing cackle.
"Boys..." Frank started to scold.
The older two of the triplets played tug-of-war with the fork, not hearing their father.
"Boys..." Frank said again, a bit louder, but not to the point where he was drawing attention from the other patrons of the hotel restaurant.
"Give it here!" Bob said, pulling really hard and sending the fork flying out of both of their hands. The piece of silverware sailed through the air, landing in the middle of a table of dining businessmen. They looked around in surprise, trying to see who had 'thrown' the fork.
Bob and Clint tried to stifle their laughter unsuccessfully.
"You guys are so immature." Scott informed them.
"I know." Bob said proudly. "May I please have a shrimp Clint?" he asked with a cheesy grin.
"Sure Brother Dearest." Clint replied.
Bob took his brother's fork and stabbed a shrimp in the middle, popping it into his mouth.
"Sick!" Scott wailed. "He already used that!"
Bob looked at his eldest in confusion. "We're family Scott." he reminded him.
"So, that's still sick. You never know what kind of things Clint puts in his mouth!"
Clint turned bright red.
Bob rolled his eyes at Scott's immaturity.
A gasp for air sent everyone's attention to Dave. The youngest of the Moffatt brood pointed to his throat as he coughed and gasped.
"What Dave?" Scott asked in annoyance. "What do you want?"
"He's choking!" Clint screamed, jumping up.
Frank also jumped up and went to his son's side.
"Hymlic!!!! Give him the hymlic!" Bob cheered.
Frank tried to get a hold around his son's waist while a waiter ran over to service them.
Dave pushed his father away, reaching for the water glass.
"No Dave! We have to get it out of your throat!" Frank insisted.
"See! We told you that you would choke!" Bob exclaimed.
Frank wrapped his arms around his youngest's middle and tugged backward. Dave yelped in pain. He continued to reach for the water glass.
Frank tugged back on his son's waist once more. Dave shoved him away. He grabbed the glass of water and took a swig.
"I wasn't choking!" he exclaimed after swallowing. "It was spicy! I wasn't choking, so you just ruptured my spleen for no reason!"
"Whoa... you scared us there Dave!" Bob exclaimed. "But it's all right guys!" he announced to the whole restaurant. "He wasn't choking, the food was just spicy! You good people go back to your meals!"
"Sit down Bob!" Sheila hissed.
Needless to say. the next words out of Frank's mouth were 'check' and 'please'.
* * *