Clint Moffatt stirred to wakefulness on the lumpy bed jetting out into the center of the room from the back wall. He rolled onto his side; he had never liked sleeping on his back and he really wasn't sure how he had gotten that way. Upon doing this though, he suddenly came face to face with a sleeping brunette.
"BEN?!?!" he exclaimed, sitting up and getting an instant headrush. "Damnit!" he cursed.
"Dude, quit screaming..." Ben moaned, rolling over with his back to his frantic friend.
"Where the hell am I? How the hell did I get here?" Clint rattled off, starting to get out of bed but instantly stopping. "And why the HELL am I naked?" he demanded, wrapping the sheets tighter around him.
"Do the words 'hang' and 'over' mean anything to you?" Ben moaned, pressing a pillow over his head.
"I don't even remember anything past getting a drink at the bar Ben! And that was when we got there! What happened last night!?"
"Look Clint." Ben said, sitting up slowly. "I had eleven vodka shots last night. I feel like shit. And I swear to you, if you yell one more fucking time, I will vomit all over you limp dick!"
Clint took in a sharp breath. "Okay." he said calmly. "I just want to know what happened."
"Dude, you drank a Pepsi, I had slipped some Codine-Sulfate in it. You got a little wild. We danced. You got sick. You passed out. I brought you back here. You barfed up your fucking testicles. I undressed you and put your shit in the wash. You went to bed. End of story." Ben explained, rolling over and closing his eyes once more.
"Are you naked too?" Clint asked curiously, raising the covers to peek underneath. He was relieved to see that his friend was wearing the same jeans he had been the night before. "And where the hell is here?" he asked.
"Uh, gee, I dunno, maybe my fucking basement!" Ben exclaimed, pulling the covers up to his chin.
"Really? I've never been down here." Clint said with a sigh. "Is this your bedroom or something?"
"Yes, Clint." Ben said, trying to hide his annoyance. He had never been a morning person.
"Cool." Clint commented. "Um.... where are my clothes?" he asked.
"In my dick." Ben snapped.
"Whoa, someone's pretty cranky this morning." Clint giggled, ignoring his throbbing headache. "Wait... why did you drug me anyway?" he asked, growing angry again.
Ben rolled over to face Clint once more. "Because you're so fucking uptight, Prick." he replied.
"I am NOT uptight! And prick yourself! I'm not a prick!" the Moffatt boy ranted.
"Well you can eat my cock for breakfast Clint! I don't fucking care! I'm tired. I feel like shit! I want to sleep. So go to sleep or sit up in silence."
"What time is it? I have to get home."
"Then go! I just want to sleep!" Ben complained, though he knew sleep was not going to be an activity he would participate in for the rest of that day.
"You're so fucking grouchy Ben. You're the one who drugged me, remember?" Clint pointed out.
"Just cause you can't handle five Codine's doesn't mean that it's my fault." Ben stated, rolling onto his back.
"FIVE?!" Clint exclaimed.
"Oh God Boy! You are so fucking loud in the morning! Lie down and go to sleep." he directed.
"Not with me naked and you in the bed!" Clint promptly objected.
Ben studied Clint's face. His highlighted hair was a tangled mass on his head. His eyes were bloodshot. Other than that, Clint looked as he did during the day.
"I'm getting up." Ben declared, rolling out of bed.
"Will you bring me my pants?!" Clint called after him as the boy trekked into the bathroom. He didn't bother to close the door as he urinated.
"They're in the dryer over there." Ben pointed to the washer and dryer in the corner of the room by the steps.
With no regard to his nudity, Clint slid off the bed and wandered to the machine, opening the dryer and finding his clothes. "Thanks for taking care of me Ben-Jammin'." he called cheerfully, untangling his blue and white striped boxer shorts.
Ben peeked out the door. "No prob, Clint." he mumbled, watching as the boy stepped into his underwear and pulled them up. Clint's tight ass cheeks taunted him.
"Even though it was all your fault!" Clint added with a teasing grin, sashaying over into the bathroom.
The small bathroom was very elegant and nice looking, contrasting with the grungy and trashed appearance of the messy bedroom. Everything, down to the toilet bowl, was sparkling clean, looking taken care of. Clint turned on the faucet to the sink and splashed cold water over his face. He vaguely wondered what had happened the night before.
* * *
The light above ground gradually became more intense as the morning progressed, shining into the bedroom windows that had not been covered by the curtain. An example of this was one open window down the road a ways at the Moore household. The three rambunctious teenagers had failed to remember to close the curtain before conking out on the large bed of the upstairs guest room. The bright light seeped into their eyes and woke Bob Moffatt, seeming as if all too early.
Bob moaned in annoyance. He would much rather be dreaming about the current playboy poster girl than be fully awake in a suddenly empty bed. All was seemingly silent and all was seemingly still. The vent blew warm air into the room at high force, fluttering the thin shades of the window. The hands on the clock ticked noisily away, claiming time that he could never get back. All else was quiet.
The girls. Where had they gone? Last he had seen, Timber lay on his left and Carmen on his right, but now there was only the empty expanse of the grey sheets. The curiosity that weighed on his mind was the only think dragging him from his otherwise peaceful demeanor.
Padding into the hall on bare feet, he tightened the white sheet around his body, knowing that if it fell off, he would be bare to the world. His 'toga' was the only thing keeping him from pulling an 'Adam,' as he liked to call it. Nearing Timber's bedroom at the beginning of the hallway, he heard the faint strains of running water and voices. He followed the sound, becoming curious as to what it was.
As he entered the small bedroom, the air grew thicker and warmer, as did the voices and running water. He continued on, into the bathroom, anxious at what he would see there.
"... yeah, and that like nearly ripped my skin off!" he heard Carmen exclaimed from behind the curtain.
"That sucks!" Timber giggled, also on the other side of the what shower curtain.
On the floor between the bathtub/shower and toilet lay two discarded former 'togas'.
"You guys!" Bob exclaimed loudly, tempted to pull the curtain away and see what was going on behind. "You left me!" he exclaimed.
"Bob?" Timber asked, peeking her head around the curtain.
"Yeah, remember me?" he asked, pouting slightly at the fact that the girls were doing something he could not take part in due to anatomical reasons.
"Hey, you're awake!" Carmen said, peeking her head under Timber's. "We thought you were in a coma."
Bob didn't say anything, sitting down on the closed toilet seat and reaching up to scratch his head. "What are you guys doing in there?" he asked, finding that his hair was still in two French braids.
"Showering, duh." Timber replied, her head disappearing.
Bob grinned. "Can I join you?" he asked hopefully.
"No!" both girls exclaimed at the same time.
It was worth a shot.
"Is there any touching going on back there?" he continued, still hopeful for at least a mental image.
"Get your mind out of the gutter Bob." Timber scolded.
Bob began to unbraid his hair. "When're you going to be done?" he whimpered.
"Now." Carmen replied. "Pass us towels please."
"Why don't you get them yourself?" he asked.
"Obvious reasons." Timber replied. "Please Bob."
He sighed, and dragged himself to his feet, going to the full length mirror and opening it to get two towels. He pulled out a green one and a blue one then handed them behind the curtain.
"Thanks Bob, we love you." Timber smiled, taking note to her friend's gloomy mood.
"I love you too." he replied insouciantly, yawning as he started on the other braid.
The curtain was jerked to one side and more steam escaped into the room. The two girls stepped out, their hair soaking wet.
"You're hair is down." Bob stated, pointing to Timber. "This is the first time in all the years I've know you that you've worn it down."
"Years?" Timber asked, raising an eyebrow. "You've known me for five months Boob."
"Whatever." he mumbled.
"Your hair's all curly!" Carmen exclaimed, laughing shrilly.
Bob looked into the mirror. "What the hell?" he demanded. "What happened?" he asked referring the waviness of his dark brown locks.
Timber and Carmen exchanged a look, laughing.
"What did you guys do to me?" he exclaimed, touching his hair carefully as if it would fall out.
"Hey, you're the one who left in the braid Boob. It wasn't our fault." Timber teased.
"Don't call me Boob!" he whined.
"Someone's crabby." Carmen giggled.
Bob opened the cabinet and searched through his friend's familiar accouterments. "Hey!" he exclaimed. "Where's the shampoo?"
"In the shower." Timber replied, running a comb through her thin hair that reached down past her shoulders.
Bob smiled wryly, climbing behind the curtain and pulling it shut. The thick scent of peaches attacked his olfactory. He was used to Timber's shower by then, and he had always loved the peach soap she used. He thought about that as he subconsciously took the soap bottle in his hand and squeezed some onto his palm.
"We're going into my room to change Bob." Timber informed him, calling over the thunderous sound of the running water.
"Mmmkay." Bob sang back to her, feeling his grumpy morning mood wash away.
* * *
Scott's fingers were laced loosely in those of his girlfriend as he walked with her up her front walk. The two had fallen asleep while gazing at the stars, only waking up to find that it was morning and they were most likely in an unfathomable amount of trouble.
Upon opening the door, Patti, as if having radar for this purpose, ran to Scott and clutched onto his leg. He scooped the girl up in his arms, never minding her being his biggest zealot.
"Hey babe." he smiled.
Patti took his cheeks in her hands and planted a big kiss on his lips. Afterwards, a shrill giggle escaped her throat.
"Sorry," Angela apologized, trying to hide her smile at Scott's surprised expression. "She's kinda in a kissing phase for some reason."
"Kissy!" Patti repeated her sister's words, kissing Scott once more on the cheek.
Scott laughed, kissing the little girl on the forehead. "She's so adorable..." he said, hugging her little body close to his. "I want to have one just like her."
Angela grinned, raising an eyebrow at him.
Scott smiled at her reaction. "Not now of course." he laughed. "I have to get going..." he lamented, setting the little cherub in his arms down on her feet.
"Alright..." Angela trailed off, leaning in for a kiss.
Scott graciously gave her one, opening his lips a bit against hers as they met.
"Kissy!!!" Patti squealed, clapping her hands together.
Scott and Angela pulled apart, looking awkwardly down at the little girl who was amused beyond believe.
"I'll see you guys later." Scott grinned, patting Patti on the forehead and heading for the front door.
* * *
Dave trekked across the kitchen in only a pair of flimsy boxer shorts, thankful to have the house partially to himself without his brothers around. His father and stepmother were in the living room watching some movie on television.
He opened the refrigerator and took the milk, chugging it straight from the carton; something he would normally be scolded for.
"Glass, Dave." Sheila reprimanded, appearing in the doorway as if she had radar.
"Yeah, yeah..." Dave grumbled, slightly miffed that his plans had been foiled.
"Did Scott ever come in last night?" she asked curiously as she got a pouch of popcorn from the pantry and headed for the microwave.
"Nope, not that I know of." Dave replied, pouring his milk into a glass.
Sheila clicked her tongue in disappointment. "That boy... " she muttered, setting the microwave.
"Dad's going to have his ass." Dave stated, swigging his glass down in one gulp.
Sheila laughed at her stepson's comment. "I suppose you could put it that way." she grinned.
"Uh-oh." Dave grinned as the side door opened.
Scott looked up, guiltily, not expecting to see anyone as he surreptitiously entered his house. "Sheila... Dave... hey." he trailed off, trying to look innocent.
"Nice of you to wander in." Sheila said, an akimbo stance taking over her body.
Ironically enough, just at that moment, Frank happened to come to the kitchen for a glass of water. "Where were you last night?" he instantly demanded, the veins in his head standing out as he raged.
Scott's face went ashen. "I can explain!"
* * *
Monday morning came too soon. I think about you now, layin' in my room. The light tune wafted from the stereo speakers.
Timber lay laxly on her stomach, flipping through a beauty magazine and barely skimming the pages. Carmen was squeezed in beside her on the single sized bed, reading along. The door to the bathroom cracked open and Bob strolled out. He had a towel wrapped around his waist and one around his hair. Carmen nearly fainted at the site of his tight abs.
"Eeew." Bob commented. "Turn this shit off." He went to the bottom drawer of the bureau and took out a pair of his boxers.
"You don't like your own music Bob?" Carmen asked.
"No, he always shays stuff like that. Or sometimes he sings along." Timber explained. "Thank the Lord he decided to say it was shit."
"Just for that..." Bob said, turning to her with a stern expression. "I NEVER KNEW WHAT LOVE WAS!!!" he sang loudly and off key. "UNTIL YOU LOVED ME! NEVER KNEW WHAT LOVE WAS!!! AHHHH YEAH!!!"
"Make it stop!" Timber whined, covering her ears.
Carmen laughed, taking the magazine and throwing it at her friend.
Bob cast a sly grin their way before stepping into his boxers and pulling them up under his towel.
The screeching whir of the phone ringing defaced the song even more than Bob's horrible singing. Timber rolled her eyes, not wanting to have to haul-ass to the desk in order to pick it up. As she scootched off the bed, the springs jounced, disturbing Carmen's peaceful position.
"Hello?" Timber asked, putting the phone to her ear. "Hello?!" she asked again, not able to hear because of the music. "Hold on one sec."
Timber made her way out of her bedroom and into the hallway, closing the door softly behind her.
Bob sighed, pulling up his pants and buttoning them. He grinned shyly at Carmen who was watching his every move with awe.
"What?" he asked.
"Sorry." she said quickly. "It's just that... you have the most awesome stomach."
Bob half grinned at the comment. "Thanks." he said.
"Do you do sit-ups?" she asked.
"Yeah." he admitted, pulling shirt over his head in order to stop her from looking at him so intently.
She moved her feet, sitting up as he sat down on the bed.
"So..." he said, seeming awfully distracted by the little threads of grey carpet.
Carmen sighed, bolding reaching out and touching his wet hair. "You got the curls out." she laughed.
Bob grinned. "Yeah. No more braids for me."
"Yeah, braids do that sometimes..." Carmen said lamely as his lips neared hers.
"Uh huh, they have that habit." Bob trailed off, kissing her lightly.
His lips moved against hers with expertise, already having been familiarized with them briefly before. She wasted no time sneaking her tongue to his mouth, deepening the kiss tenfold. The passion he felt when kissing her... the passion she reciprocated, quelled any doubt that this was who he wanted to be with...
* * *
"Hello." Timber said again, skipping down the steps and heading for her kitchen.
"Tim?" Scott asked, on the other end of the line.
"Scott?" she asked, suddenly surprised.
"Why do you sound so surprised?" Scott asked, a grin playing on his lips.
"I dunno... just... what?" she asked, stumbling with her words.
"I need to talk to you." he stated.
"Good to know." she trailed. "What's up?"
"It's about Angela." he stated.
"I figured as much." she said wryly.
"Come on Timber!" Scott whined. "I need help!"
"I know."
"Your glib little remarks aren't really helping my situation." he informed her.
"Sorry, go ahead." Timber sighed, knowing she was in for along, pointless tirade.
"Okay, like, what's with this whole self conscious thing Angela has?" Scott asked bluntly.
Timber sat down at the bottom of the steps. "What do you mean?" she asked, becoming aware that this conversation could possibly have some substance.
Scott sighed. "Okay, so this is the deal." he began. "Whenever we like, make out and fool around... you know, stuff, she'll let me go so far, but then she'll like push me off her, you know?"
She wasn't going to lie to him. "That was totally from left field Scott. Could you be a little more clear?" she asked patiently.
"Like... she told me she was self conscious." he stated.
Timber shook her head in confusion. "Start over."
"Okay. Yesterday at the carnival, we were kinda... fooling around in the car... and like, she tells me she's self conscious." he explained.
"Just randomly like that?" Timber asked.
"No, I mean, whenever we make out and stuff, she'll let me go up her shirt, but if I like... try to take off her bra or something, she'll get all like... shy. She doesn't want me to see her boobies... you know?"
"Maybe she just doesn't want to go that far Scott. Not every girl wants to sac up within the first few months." Timber pointed out.
"No, this isn't about sex. She'll do stuff as long as I don't see her skin and stuff. Like, she gave me head! Angela gave me head. She just never seemed like the type! But when I want to do something good for her, she gets all nervous because she's like embarrassed about her body and stuff. What's the deal there?" he asked, slightly annoyed that he had to get into so much detail about his intimacy with his girlfriend.
Timber wrinkled her nose. "Okay, too much info." she said, trying to shake the mental imagery from her mind. "But that's just Angela."
"What's just Angela?" Scott asked, not understanding.
"Like, being self conscious, I guess." Timber explained. "She's so... insecure about her body. She thinks she fat because of her ghetto booty, and like her boobs aren't big enough, and like, her arms are too fat and her thighs... she's got issues. She's got a great body! I don't know why she doesn't show it. I mean, I'm not a lesbian or anything, but the girl looks good naked." she rambled.
"Oh just rub it in why don't you!" Scott whimpered. "I wish she'd just open up. How'd you see her naked anyway?"
"Oh, you have so much to learn about a sleep overs with all girls." Timber said lightly.
"Whoa... I'm rigging your room." Scott grinned.
"Sicko." Timber scolded. "But yeah, Angela, she's so nervous about her looks. I mean, whenever we just all get naked, it takes her forever to give in. But I'm sure if you giver her time, she'll come around."
Scott wrinkled his nose. "Giver her time?" he whined.
"Quite whining!" Timber ordered. "I mean, be supportive, be gentle. You have to coax her out of her shell. Make her feel good about herself. Make her feel compelled to show you her boobies, as you put it. She’s very insecure. I suppose you’ll have to get her out of that habit."
"And once I see her naked once, she won't get all nervous about the next time will she?" he asked eagerly.
"Jesus Scott, I'm sure she won't as long as you don't start talking about camera angles."
"What does she look like naked?" he asked, hoping for a mental image.
"Like she does normally, but without clothes on." Timber replied. "I don't know... it's hard to say. She looks like any girl does naked, but like... I don't know! I don't really pay attention!"
"Well start paying attention woman! I need to know!" Scott exclaimed.
"Oh my GOD. You are so horny. Go rub one out and be done with it!" she directed.
"I will! Thanks a million Tim. I'm going to call her right after!"
"Okay." Timber rolled her eyes. "Talk to you later."
"Bye."
"Bye." she said, taking the phone from her ears and clicking it off. Just as she'd thought: another pointless conversation Scott Moffatt.
* * *
Bob's steady fingers roved over the smooth skin of Carmen's hip as his mouth had long since conformed to hers. Her hands were on his chin, guiding the slight movements of his face in the direction adjunct to that of hers. Their tongues mingled and explored, creating a dance to a beat only the two of them knew of.
The door creaked lightly as Timber swung it open. "Hey guys." she greeted.
"Hey." Bob said nervously, a bit jittery at nearly being caught in such a taboo position.
Carmen kept her gaze downcast as to hide her reddening cheeks.
"Just another vacuous convo with your bro." Timber laughed, putting the cordless phone back in it's cradle.
"Scott?" Bob asked, knowing that only his eldest brother could irritate his best friend to such extents.
"Of course." Timber said, plopping down on the bed between them. "What do you guys wanna do?" she asked.
Bob and Carmen exchanged a nervous look, both sharing the same suggestion.
"Don't all jump at the chance to provide a answer." Timber trailed off, rolling her eyes.
Bob got up off the bed, going to turn off the CD that was still blaring. Once off, silence engulfed the room.
"Let's go to the basement." Timber offered. "We can watch a movie."
"Okay." Bob said eagerly, heading for the door.
Carmen hopped up off the bed and followed immediately, not wanting to be out of his reach for two long. Her feeling of desire for him was suddenly much more intense.
Timber instantly grew leery of their behavior. She was well aware that she had walked in on something. She knew something was going on, but she wasn't quite sure what. She would soon find out...
* * *
Clint cracked open the door leading to the kitchen. Glancing inside, he saw that the room was completely empty. It must have been around two-thirty in the afternoon, he had spent the entire morning with Ben, eating nachos and playing video games.
"Bob, is that you?" Scott called from the next room.
"Close, but no cigar. It's Clint." Clint corrected, strolling into the living room where Scott and Angela were cuddled on the couch. He rolled his eyes. "Don't you guys ever get sick of each other?" he asked, hopping over the back of the sofa and plopping down beside his eldest brother.
Scott and Angela exchanged a look. "No." they both replied, smiling.
Clint laughed. "I wish I had a girlfriend." he lamented.
"We can't all be so blessed." Scott grinned cheesily.
Angela smiled, approving of his comment and kissed his cheek.
"Asphyxiate me." Clint begged, rolling his eyes at the romantic gesture. "ANYWAY... why do you want Bob home so badly?" he asked.
"No real reason." Scott trailed off, refocusing on the television set.
"Bob sucks." Clint commented airily, getting up from the couch and heading back to the kitchen. His insatiable appetite needed more food.
"What'd he do?" Scott asked.
"Your mom..." Clint trailed off through a sigh.
"Clint, we have the same mom." Scoot pointed out.
"Okay." Clint agreed, not really paying attention. He could only focus on a bag of Doritos in the pantry he knew had his name on them.
* * *
"No, we've seen that one a billion times." Bob shot down the video Timber held up.
"Oh God!!!" Timber shouted in frustration. "Fuck it all then."
"No, you pick the flick. We'll get the popcorn." Bob suggested, wanting an opportunity to be alone with Carmen again. All he could think about was kissing her.
"Yeah!" Carmen said quickly, a bit too quickly.
Timber eyed the two of them. "Okay..." she said slowly, it all becoming clear to her suddenly.
Carmen headed for the steps and Bob followed, his hand brushing the small of her back. Now Timber knew exactly what was going on. She knew what it meant to touch the small of a girl's back. An unequivocal sexual gesture.
Bob could barely keep his legs from running up the steps as he and Carmen headed for the kitchen. He couldn't wait to be alone with her so he could kiss her again, and that was exactly what they did when they were finally at their destination. He backed her up against the counter and kissed her with more passion he had ever kissed anyone with.
"I like you a lot..." Carmen managed to get out, while being assaulted by his lips.
"I like you too..." he said, pulling back. He gazed into her hazel eyes for a moment before kissing her again, gently.
"We can't tell Timber." Carmen asserted, putting a hand to his chest to keep him back. "That we like each other, I mean. She'd be... I dunno. She just wouldn't really like it that much."
Bob nodded. "I know just what you mean." he said with a grin, his thoughts drifting to how his friend might react upon hearing that her two best friends had taken a liking to one another.
Carmen formed her hand on his chest into a fist around the fabric of his tee-shirt, tugging him closer to her and kissing him. Her tongue passed into his warm mouth, feeling comfortable with the now very familiar taste. His fingertips grazed her hips, pulling her closer to him...
They were never aware of the eyes that watched their intimate activity.
* * *