The weather was warming gradually, instilling hopes in the people that winter had finally run its course and spring was on its way. The snow had partially melted to a slushy muck that collected everywhere and made the ground slippery and uncomfortable to walk on. The wind whistled through the barren trees, agitating the spiny branches against the white sky and biting on the features of everyone that decided to be outside that early morning. Hopefully the sun would appear when the afternoon rolled around.
Timber shook off her platforms as she crossed over from the sidewalk to the Moffatt's front drive. Flecks of the dreaded slush flew in each direction, splatting onto the damp but snow-free cement of the driveway. She continued on to the side door, already hearing the sounds of packing and getting ready for departure coming from within the walls of the house.
Her frozen fist made contact with the door as her dark eyes peered in through the window. She could make out Sheila darting about the kitchen, cleaning out the refrigerator by means of preparing everything perishable. Upon hearing the young girl's knock, she looked up then motioned for her to enter. Timber smiled, opening the unlocked door and stepping out of her shoes as she walked into the Moffatt abode. Her coat was the next thing to be shed after shutting the door firmly.
"Good Morning sweetheart." Sheila smiled, currently making a rather large batch of scrambled eggs.
"Morning Sheila." Timber responded, peeling her pea coat from her body. The tip of her nose was a frozen red.
"You look nice." Sheila commented, surveying the girls thin white turtleneck and black a-line skirt.
Timber smiled bashfully as she hung her coat on the back of a chair at the kitchen table. "I actually just came from church." she explained. "I wasn't sure what time you guys were leaving so I came straight over."
"Church?" Sheila asked. "That's nice. We should start going to church." she lightly suggested to a bedraggled Dave who chose that moment to walk into the kitchen in his boxers and what looked to be a Sailor Moon tee-shirt in its rumpled state.
"We go to church." he defended, leaning over the counter and stealing a bite of the eggs. "On Christmas." he added in an undertone.
"I didn't even know there was a church around here." Sheila continued.
"Yeah, there's one down near the school." Timber replied. "I usually only go on holidays when all the family's home, what with my parents working and stuff, but I decided to go today because---"
"You partied hard this weekend and felt you had to repent?" Dave suggested.
"That, and I like to go the Sunday before my birthday. It's habitual." she shrugged, knowing the first reason was foremost.
"Well that's still nice that you take the initiative..." Sheila continued, smacking Dave's hand to get his fingers out of the food.
Dave went around the counter to the dishwasher and got a fork out, continuing to eat the eggs.
"Help yourself to some breakfast dear, we have a ton of things to get rid of." Sheila continued, in a rather chipper mood.
"Oh, thanks." Timber smiled politely. "I think I'll go find Bob first though. Is he upstairs?" she asked.
"Mmmhmm." Sheila replied, tasting a bit of the eggs herself. "Could you make sure he's awake too? The guy never likes to get up in the mornings."
"He's a lazy ass." Dave translated.
Clint all but skipped into the kitchen with a broad smile on his face. He stopped short, seeing that his twin's best friend had arrived. "Damn." he slipped, not having time to bar his approval of her appearance that morning.
The three in the room promptly looked up upon hearing his voice. He became a deep crimson at that moment, resembling a ripe tomato.
"Morning guys." he squeaked, attempting to cover up his gaffe. No one seemed to notice anyhow.
"I'll go check on Bob." Timber smiled, brushing past him and punching him lightly on the arm as a greeting.
She passed Frank with a young Patti in his arms on her way through the archway to the hall. They bid one another good morning before continuing.
"Awwww, Patti's here!" Dave smiled, waving to the child who seemed very content stroking the bristly feeling on Frank's cheek.
"Aghhh! Demon child!" Clint exclaimed, shuffling to the other side of the counter behind his stepmother.
Sheila shrugged him off. "She's two, Clint. And she's the sweetest little girl ever." she cooed as her husband approached with the angel.
"She-she." Patti stated, identifying Mrs. Moffatt by her new nickname.
Clint kept his eyes on the child as he crossed to the farthest side of the room.
"Oh get over it Clint." Dave rolled his eyes, continuing with the eggs.
"What kind of juice do we want Patti?" Frank asked, bouncing the child on his hip and heading for the refrigerator. He swung it open to see it was nearly barren, as most of the food was out on the counter being prepared. "Apple? Grape? Orange? Passion Fruit? What kind do you like?" he asked in a rather excited tone to appeal to the child's senses.
"Apple!" Patti clapped her hands, just as excited about this.
"Apple it is." Mr. Moffatt grinned, taking the jug in his free hand.
"If Patti's here, where's Angela?" Clint asked curiously, finally seeing it safe enough to go to the counter and assist Dave with the scrambled eggs before they were all gone.
"She up with Scott, helping him get his things together." Frank replied.
"Yeah... I'm sure that's all she's helping him do." Clint muttered in an undertone.
"Where's everyone else?" Dave asked, realizing he hadn't seen his other friends since he got up.
"Oh, Jen was looking for you." Clint remembered. "She, Kelly, Carm, and Ben were in my room listening to that weird cd I got in Germany. I forgot I even had it. They think it's cool to listen to manufactured pop music, but I couldn't bear it anymore so I left." he added indifferently.
Dave just snickered, returning to the rapidly dissolving eggs.
* * *
Angela lightly turned the handle on the door of Scott's bedroom, slowly pushing it open and stepping inside. She spun silently and managed to get the door closed again with minimal sound. The twisting lock made a small 'click.'
Scott was sprawled out on his back on the bed, hand rested on his stomach as his breath came out in an even rhythm. He was clad in a pair of dark jeans and a plain white tee shirt; he had fallen asleep briefly on his bed.
Angela smirked wryly to herself, finding him absolutely adorable at that moment. The way he looked so vulnerable and unassuming with his lips partially ajar and his eyes closed to placidly... she wished she could bottle that image of him forever so she could look back on it every now and then and remember what he looked like when he wasn't worrying about one thing or another.
Then she got an idea.
Smirking so widely, she could barely contain it, Angela crept further into the room until she was standing right at the foot of his bed. He shifted a bit, his breath hitching before coming back out in a relaxed sigh and resuming its previous rhythm. She froze, waiting for a moment before she was sure he was asleep. His legs were splayed, his black boots pointing towards opposite corners of the bed. Angela kneeled down between his spread legs, slowly and languidly crawling up towards him. She feared her light jouncing of the mattress would awaken him, but it did not.
Scott actually proved to be a rather heavy sleeper. He was not phased when she skillfully unfastened the top button of his pants, nor was he fluttered to consciousness when she cursed under her breath in Spanish because his jeans turned out to be button fly. He didn't even flinch when she boldly yanked each side of his fly in opposite directions, causing the buttons to all come undone at once. Angela creased the fly open, glancing up to make sure he was still fast asleep. Another hitch in his breathing made her freeze, but she silently sighed in relief when he returned to his peaceful demeanor.
Her hands were quite cold compared to the warmth of his skin. She felt his heat radiating as she delved her hand into the fly of his blue and white striped boxers to retrieve him. One more glance was stolen up at his face and relief was acted out when she saw that things had not changed since she had checked a few minutes before.
She slipped her lips around his shaft, slowly and languidly bobbing her head and dragging her lips along the surface, feeling it stiffen on her tongue. Her tongue skillfully worked at stimulating the underside of his prick, coating it with her saliva and providing lubrication for her mouth's actions. She continued to take him deeper and deeper into her mouth until she managed to accustom herself to the feeling of his head near the back of her throat.
Scott's breathing noticeably picked up from the heavenly lull it had been to a more fierce and ragged pant as he grew closer and closer to climaxing. His pre-ejaculate juices had already begun to flow, and Angela whirled her tongue with them, lubricating her sucking even more. It was still a surprise that the boy did not awaken.
The hand that was rested on his stomach gripped at his tee-shirt while his chest heaved, feeling the pounds of pressure packed into his balls. He was growing closer and closer to getting his rocks off, and even from his dormition, that was easy to see. Angela gripped his prick and concentrated on the bulbous head, beating him while her mouth vacuumed furiously at the most sensitive part. She could feel the precum making it's way through his rod, knowing when it was going to spew into her mouth and welcoming it with the lapping of her tongue on the slit. Scott suddenly moaned, startling her, but not enough to divert her attention from the task at hand. Her curls of hair bounced on the surrounding skin around his bastion of arousal, tickling the creamy soft, sensitive skin, and blending every now and then with the bristles of pubic hair dispersing from the base of his cock.
She started to hum, sending vibrating pulses through his already on-fire organ and eliciting more groans of pleasure from his subconscious. She could feel him growing closer as his pants became soft mews of desperation. His eyes finally peeled open when he realized what was happening to him. Just the sight of his girlfriend's eyes gazing deep into his while she sucked him off put him over the edge. He gasped in abandon, throwing his head back and climaxing harder than he ever had before. Several wads of his cum filled the space on the inside of her lips as he bit into his own lip so hard it shot a searing pain through his entire body. His legs shook spasmodically; he fought to catch his breath, but found he couldn't and the sensation of choking for air was upon him. The feeling soon faded as air shot in and out of his mouth in little gasps. His muscles slowly began the process of relaxing, but he still felt the burning just below his stomach, reminding him of his previous orgasmic explosion.
His only thoughts: He had the best girlfriend in the world.
* * *
Timber tentatively rapped on Bob's open bedroom door. She wasn't sure if she should expect him to be in there with Carmen, but didn't want to take any chances. He leaned around the corner form his closet and smiled. He was fully dressed in a black sweater and khakis, and looked ready for the day.
"Hey Tim, what's up?" he asked. "Get in here Kiddo."
Timber smiled warmly, entering his room to see him packing last minute things into his black Jansport backpack. Part of his last minute emergency items included what looked like several pounds of candy.
"What're you so dressed up for?" he asked.
"I went to church this morning." she replied, getting back off the bed where she had settled. "I actually wanted to put on a pair of jeans. I have so much stuff here..." she smirked, kneeling before the bureau and tugging open her drawer. She extracted a pair of her favorite dark jeans, hanging them over her shoulder as she stood up and stared unzipping the back of her skirt.
"Did you go to church with your parents?" Bob carefully asked, leaning over to close the bedroom door for her.
Timber slipped her skirt down her thighs, now standing in only her turtleneck and a pair of black panty hose. "No, I walked." she replied, slipping into her jeans and buttoning the fly up. "My parents were working this morning." She knew what he was getting at.
Bob set his backpack aside and sat down at the foot of his bed, watching her standing across from him. She watched him back, wondering who was going to be the one to say the first word. When he didn't speak for a few moments, she kneeled back down to her drawer and started sifting through for things she might need while he was gone.
"Where's my peppermint flavored chapstick?" she asked, as if it were the most important thing. "I think I left it over here the other day."
"Yeah. You did." Bob replied. "Clint used some and became attached. You can try beating it out of him, but I don't think he'll give it up without a fight. I'll buy you a new one."
"No, it's okay." she chuckled lightly, keeping her back to him. "If he wants it that bad..."
"I wish you'd talk to me." Bob said softly.
The change in subject startled Timber. She didn't say anything.
"I mean, we are best buds... you know? I guess maybe we don't really talk as much as we thought we did, but just so you know, you can tell me anything, Timber. You know I won't judge you. You can always talk to me about things. Anytime of day or night."
Timber bit down on her lip, pausing before resuming her scouring in the cluttered drawer. She finally found her voice to speak. "And you can always talk to me Bob. You know that."
Bob continued to survey her for a moment before he realized that she obviously was trying to avoid what he was getting at. He decided to leave well enough alone. A slight smirk traced over his lips. "We've come such a long way." he mused, leaning back on his hands for support.
Timber looked up, feeling that the previous subject was sufficiently dropped. She cracked a smile. "Yes, indeed we have." She abandoned her pile of clothing by the open drawer and settled down beside him to share the thought.
"I mean, from playing basketball that one afternoon in June... the afternoon we all caught Clint white water wristing in the bathroom..." he chuckled at the memory, patting her knee. "And now we're here, looking back. Do you realize when we get back it will be exactly one year since we met, Timber? One year. Damn. Time does fly."
"I hear ya." she agreed, grinning broadly. "One year of insane parties... getting drunk on several accounts... getting high... relationship drama... damn. One year. Our lives are flashing before us Bob. It's only in moments like these that we realize just how fast."
He slung an arm over his best friend's shoulders, leaning his head against hers. "Well, we still have a little bit of time until forever arrives so let's spend it together, kay?" he requested.
"Deal." she accorded, wrapping her arm around his back.
Then he started to sing. Not his casual but moving vocals, but in his off-key, out of tune tone that always made everyone laugh. To make matters 'worse,' he was singing a show tune.
"If you're ever in a jam, here I am." he smirked, rolling his forehead along her temple to he could look at her face.
Timber rolled her eyes and took the next verse. 'If you're ever in a mess S.O.S." she broke into a giggle.
Bob pulled back from her, standing up and belting out the next lyrics with all his heart. "If you're ever so happy you land in jail, I'm your bail!"
"It's friendship! Friendship!' Timber joined in, both of their voices causing more commotion then anything else in the house. "Just the perfect blend-ship! When other friendships have been forgot, our will still be hot!"
Bob accentuated the lyrics by doing a little dance with included him rubbing his butt on her thigh. Timber shrieked with laughter, backing away and warding him off with her hands. He persisted until she had fallen onto the bed in a wild fit of hysterical laughter and he smacked down on top of her.
"What's another one of our songs?" he asked, thinking for a moment while resting his elbows on her abdomen.
"Ow! You're on my spleen." she informed him, trying to wriggle away.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Bob said gently, but with a devious glimmer in his eyes. "You mean, I'm on your... spleen?" he asked, digging his fingers into her skin and tickling her.
Timber screamed with laughter, attempting to push his fingers away, but blinded by the fitful tears that streamed from her eyes as she screamed and struggled. He was much stronger than her and she knew she stood no chance. She stood no chance at least until she rolled off the bed and landed with a thud on the floor.
"I got away!" she exclaimed, grabbing one of his pillows and swinging it furiously, whapping him across the head.
Bob broke into laughter of his own, being knocked down onto the plush mattress. He reached for one of the other pillows and took to beating her with it. It wasn't long before a full-fledged pillow fight had started and both were tumbling and screaming all around the room, while attempting to knock one another senseless. The fun didn't end until a now showered and dressed Dave burst into the bedroom and announced breakfast.
Bob, panting and out of breath, pulled himself up to his feet from the floor between his closet and night stand. Timber was laying below the window in much the same respiratory state.
"It was a tie, but there will be a rematch." Bob assured her as she got to her feet and walked past him.
Seeing that as a prime opportunity, he impulsively reached out and snapped her bra strap that was visible through her white shirt. It was the few times he was allowed that privilege due to the fact that she rarely ever was caught dead in anything resembling a bra, or 'itchy torture device held over from the times when capital punishment ran rampant through this country.' Timber jumped at this, her mouth making a small ring of surprised as she looked back at him in blatant shock.
"Oh, it's getting sexual now." she smirked, smacking his hand.
Thinking he had gotten it out of his system, she continued out the door. When he snapped her bra again, she was forced to leap at him, knocking them both to the ground. Another brawl broke out.
* * *
Scott took the lead in their make-out session, maneuvering himself so he was half on top of her, their legs intertwined. The sheets were rumbled all around them, but he didn't care, he was savoring the last moments he got to spend kissing her. Three months was a long time of just beating off to suppress his sexual urge; he was adamant about not making the same mistake he had made before.
His hand trailed down across her stomach, feeling the smooth skin around her bellybutton and even the tiny invisible hairs there. As his tongue wrapped around hers, he rubbed her tummy in a gentle and caressing motion eventually drawing a giggle out of her, thus severing their lips.
"Do you trust me?" he asked, panting on her face.
Angela looked deep into his aching eyes and nodded slowly, yanking his mouth back to hers by way of the handfuls of his hair she had in her possession. It was only then that she realized what he had meant.
His hand traveled down the front of her grey jeans, feeling the stiffness of the fabric on the fly. He worked his way in a gradual motion between her legs until he was cupping her. His fingers started a rhythm, moving against her crotch in a firm, but not painful rub. She soon responded, allowing him better access between her legs by spreading them a bit wider. When he was sure that she was pleased with his advances, he slid his hand fluidly up against her fly and back to the smooth plains of her stomach. He broke his kiss off from her, looking deep into her eyes and searching for fear or disapproval. She looked back at him and he saw the apprehension but comfort written in the two dark brown orbs. So his nimble hand undid the top button.
After the button came the zipper. He slid it down in one whining stroke, only breaking his gaze into her eyes for a moment to see what he was doing. She was wearing a pair of white cotton panties with tiny purple daisies on them. He found something comforting about that. Angela bit her lip slightly, not sure what to expect. Then she felt his hand slide between the snug elastic of her underwear and her tender skin. He returned his eyes to hers, leaning down to plant a reassuring kiss on her nose. He knew she had never been this far before and felt slightly honored to be the one to expose her to new things.
From what he could tell using only his sense of touch, as his eyes were closed with their kissing, she only had a landing strip down there, the rest of the hair was waxed. He traced his fingers over the bristly curls of pubic hair that extended from where her sweet lips began up towards her navel, but disappearing before making the entire journey. Just his index finger continued on, slipping between her lips and feeling her spongy clitoris there. He danced with the small little bud, incorporating his thumb into the motion and pinching at it slightly. She raised and steepled her knee on the opposite side of her so he could have more space to move his hand.
His fingers continued to brush over her clitoris, feeling her juicing for him already. When he had worked enough lubrication out of her, he delved deeper between her legs, finding her warm hole and gently running his finger along the outside. He once again pulled back from her and studied her reaction. Not quite able to get the complete gist of what she was feeling right then, but knowing she was enjoying it, he stared her right in the eyes and gently eased his finger into her. She bit down on her lip again in slight pain from the invasion.
Scott's gentle lips danced on hers, feeling her tightness and longing for it to be his rapidly hardening prick that was in her and not just his finger. He nevertheless squirmed his digit around inside her hilt, using his thumb on the outside to gently stroke at other features of her womanhood. Her chest heaved with the building excitement, and he knew he was doing a good job. He directed his finger forward on her so he was pressing against her front wall where he knew she would get the most pleasure. That surely hightened her stimulus; she gripped her handfuls of his hair tighter, nibbling gently on his lips as they came at her.
A loud thudding on the door brought his lips away from hers in a tearing shock. He ignored it, returning to kiss her and quickening his finger's pace.
"Scott!!!" Dave called through the door, knocking once more before trying the knob. It was locked. "Scott, you'd better be awake! It's time for breakfast so get your dumb ass up."
The younger boy continued to knock, but Scott and Angela tuned out his summoning. Scott slithered his index around inside her, feeling the creme she was exuding and enjoying every minute of it. It took all he had, screaming at him to take things slow, to keep him from tearing off her jeans and nailing her right then, with or without her consent. She sunk her teeth into his lip as she juiced on his hand, thus ending the hike to her peak. Scott ignored the pain her canines caused on his pouty strip of pink flesh, slithering his tongue out to run over hers.
"SCOTT!!!! GET UP!!!" Dave exclaimed in sheer annoyance. His knocks had quickly become poundings, his voice taking on an irritatingly squeaky tone.
The door opened and Scott smiled pleasantly at his brother, his arm looped around his girlfriend's waist. "I'm up." he said calmly, shagging Dave's hair and sauntering past him, slipping his hand down into Angela's back pocket.
Dave sneered at his brother's departing form, rolling his eyes and following after them.
* * *
The two airport shuttles arrived on time at noon. The first one carried Frank and Sheila, along with the majority of the luggage. Dave and Ben rode in the second one with the rest of the luggage, and the rest of the squad piled into Angela's parent's mini van with Patti.
In the van, Scott sat in the passenger's seat with his hand on Angela's knee practically the whole time. Jeanine and Kelly were in the middle row of seats on either side of Patti's car seat, entertaining the baby and making her laugh. The four left had to cram into the last row; Carmen sat on Bob's lap, Timber in the middle, and Clint on her other side. Bob and Clint were having a dandy old time; Clint making Timber's lean forward, mostly by force, and Bob snapping her bra strap. The game got a little rough when Clint started tugging Timber down onto his lap and holding her there so Bob could strum her strap all he wanted. Timber, having her head in a very convenient spot decided it would be funny if she bit Clint in a very inconvenient spot. He howled in pain and she and Bob shared a fit of laughter that ended swiftly when Timber smacked both boys upside the head.
There was minimal traffic, so they reached the airport in a record forty minutes.
Patti attached herself to Scott, not letting anyone else try to hold her, but Scott didn't mind. He bounced her on his hip as his father dealt with ticket confirmations and checking in all the luggage. Bob and Carmen took that time to find a spot nearby to make out. Dave decided to pull Jeanine aside and talk to her like he had been wanting to for some time by them. They strolled into The Sharper Image store right across from the check in.
"Hey Jen, well, I know you don't want me to bring this up and all, but I kinda feel like I have to." Dave started, stumbling over his words for a moment. He began fiddling with some sort of paperweight that also served as a miniature and futuristic terrarium.
Jeanine turned her gaze down, ready for the blow his words would take. She knew it was inevitable. "Look, Dave... I don't even know why I told you guys... it just kinda..." she shrugged.
Dave abandoned the terrarium, turning to face her. He tipped her chin up to his with her hands so she was looking right into his eyes. "Jeanine. You are such a close friend and I care about you a great deal. I'm glad you told me. Those are some horrible experiences, but at the same time, I can see you've grown quite a bit from them. I just hope you know that you're so high above all of that..."
She swallowed thickly, feeling so intoxicated by his eyes. Seeing that she only gave him a blank stare, he continued.
"I mean, you're beautiful... gorgeous, you're smart, you're so fun to be with, you're the sweetest and most caring person... any guy should strive to get a girl with at least half of the charisma you have... any guy. I guarantee it."
"What about you?" she asked softly, her voice no more than a breath.
"Jeanine, I don't deserve you." Dave grinned, hugging her.
Across the way, Clint had cornered Timber by the metal detectors leading into the rest of the airport.
"You bit me." he informed her.
She looked up from where she had been digging in her baggette for one of her chapsticks. "You left me no choice." she countered, grinning.
"You bit my crotch Timber, you could have at least gone for the thigh." he said, wincing at the painful memory.
Timber giggled, fishing out her chapstick and applying some to her supple and luscious lips. Clint licked his own lips, biting down on the bottom one to keep his stupid grin at bay.
"Can I use some?" he requested.
"Sure." she replied with a light smiled, passing him the little tube.
Clint smeared a bit onto his own lips and handed it back to her. "Thank you." he said, licking his lips again. Kiwi mango. "Mmmm. This is good."
"Yeah, I love it." she said lightly, replacing the cap and dropping it back into her black handbag.
"You have nice lips." he stated, biting down on his lip again, but not able to suppress his smirk.
"Ummm... thanks." Timber said bashfully. "You have nice lips too."
"Will you give me a kiss?" Clint asked, enjoying the way his advances were making her squirm very uncomfortably.
"Why?" she asked flatly.
"Because!" he replied, not expecting her to question him. "I said so."
"Well in that case..." Timber sarcastically snorted, starting to walk away.
Clint stepped in front of her. "You bit me! I deserve a kiss!"
"No you don't! You were holding me head down! I couldn't breathe. You deserved what you got: a smack upside your head." she haughtily informed him with a hand on her hip and a wry smile on her face.
Clint grinned thinking about how cute she looked when she stood like that. Her long legs seemed to go on forever in her rather snug jeans. He watched the way her ass looked in them as she walked away and smirked, arriving at the verdict that she was hot. It seemed the more and more he openly checked her out, the hotter and hotter she became to him until he couldn't contain himself anymore. He wondered if he had always felt this way about her.
Timber trekked back across the lobby to where Ben and Kelly were chatting on a bench by Bob and Carmen. Shortly after leaving Clint, Frank announced that it was time to go to the terminal.
* * *
The terminal proved to be quite far from the entrance, a good long walk for the Moffatt troops. When they finally arrived, everyone was exhausted except for Frank who still seemed wired from his morning coffee binge. Even Patti fell asleep in Scott's arms and Sheila offered to hold her so he could spend some time with his girlfriend.
It was already approaching two o'clock, and the plane didn't board until about two-thirty. The airport, however, was already pulsating with people, but the terminal to Hawaii was pretty barren. Sheila sat with Patti in a chair right by the window, gently rocking the adorable baby back and forth in her arms and acting out her desire for a little baby girl of her own. Frank was talking furiously on his cellular phone, pacing back and forth in front of his wife. Dave had his arm around Jeanine and they were talking and laughing over in a row of plastic orange seats by the telephone pod. Scott led Angela away to some seats behind the telephone pod and they were 'talking,' which meant they would exchange a few words in between kisses. Ben had managed to corner Clint and they were taking turns playing the first Super Mario on Scott's Game Boy Color. Bob left Carmen with Kelly, finding this to be the perfect time to go for a stroll with his best friend.
"Hey Tim," he said, approaching her where she was sitting by herself playing Pacman on her cellular phone. She looked up briefly and smiled, going back to the game. Bob leaned over her shoulder to watch until she turned it off, realizing he had approached her for more than just to say hello.
"What's up?" she asked, looking into his sincere brown eyes.
Bob grinned, brushing her hair back off her neck. "I wanna get a magazine, come with me." he requested, hopping up from the chair behind her where he had been kneeling over.
"Aiight." she agreed, hopping up after him and heading to the end of the row of attached chairs.
Bob entertwined his fingers with hers smiling chivalrously, and they headed for the little shops they had passed earlier.
"I'm gonna miss you so much." he admitted, pulling her closer to him and leaning his head next to hers.
The magazine shop was right around the corner from their terminal, so it took only a few seconds to arrive in the cramped space and in front of a wall covered with magazines. Bob kept her hand in his, even as he perused the selection.
"Cosmopolitan." he read. "I love that magazine." he took it off the shelf. "You want anything?" he asked.
"No, I'm cool, thanks." she replied, following him the few steps to the register.
A petite blonde woman was behind the counter. She was middle aged with her hair done up in what appeared to be a do from the eighties, or a 'don't' as Clint liked to call fashionable mishaps. She smiled at the two of them, adjusting her glasses before taking Bob's magazine and scanning it. He also passed her a bag of Jolly Ranchers. She scanned that as well, keeping her eyes on the two with a curious expression on her face.
Bob handed her his notes of money, wrapping his arms all the way around Timber's shoulders and hugging her close to him. His bursts of affection were at a high; he wanted to soak up every bit of her to remember for always.
"I must say that you two make an adorable couple." the woman said in a thick Canadian accent, ringing him up and producing his change. "Is she your girlfriend?" she asked.
Timber winced while Bob smirked and cooly said: "Close, she's my wife."
"Awww, that's so nice." the woman beamed, handing him his bag.
"Yeah," Bob responded. "We're expecting in eight months." he touched Timber's stomach for emphasis. "We're so excited." he added, pinching his best friend's back with his other hand to keep her from laughing.
"Congratulations!" the woman gushed.
"Thanks." Bob smirked, dropping his arms off Timber's shoulders and taking her hand again while he swung the bag in his other hand.
"You're crazy." Timber informed him when they were out of the shop and heading back down the long walkway.
Bob half shrugged. "Why? You wouldn't want to marry me?" he joked. "I'm offended."
Timber just rolled her eyes and smiled, choosing not to say anything. He checked his watch.
"We should get back before Dad has a cow. We're going to board three minutes ago."
When the two returned to the terminal, their friends were already saying goodbye to one another, a line forming at the door to the plane. Bob went to his girlfriend, temporarily leaving Timber. She watched as he kissed Carmen, saying a few words to her as if to cheer her up.
"Hey kiddo." Dave said from behind.
Timber spun around and smiled.
"I'll see you in about three months, then we can have a raging party." he planned.
"Wouldn't have it any other way." Timber accorded, hugging him.
Dave planted a kiss on her cheek. "Hey, did you know that Clint likes you?" he asked, just before he was about to walk away.
"Me?" Timber asked, confused.
"Oh yeah." Dave nodded. "It's so obvious Timber, get with the times." He shook his head and walked off.
Frank and Sheila said goodbye to the children they had grown to call their own over the past nine months, administering hugs to each of them. Patti had woken up, clinging to Frank who carted her around with him while making sure everyone had everything in order.
Jeanine approached Dave, chewing the corner of her lip in apprehension of what she had been wanting to say for the longest time. He turned around from where he and Ben had been joking around and nearly collided with her.
"Whoa there, hey." he smiled cordially. "I was just coming to see you." he leaned closer to her. "Had to save the best for last."
Jeanine blushed. "Thanks Dave." she said hugging him tightly.
"For what?" he asked into her hair, running his hands up and down the ribbed fabric of her dark pink turtleneck.
"For believing in me."
Clint finally managed to catch up with Timber once more. "Hey." he said, grinning from ear to ear at the rush he felt when he was near her.
Timber eyed him carefully, replaying Dave's words in her head and trying to see if she could sense it. She mentally attempted to review everything he had ever said to her in her head, as if to see when she should have picked up on such infatuation. Realizing she had just stood there staring at him, she quickly recovered and smiled. "Hey Clint." If he liked her, she sure as hell couldn't tell.
"Do I get a hug?" he asked, opening his arms with a warm expression on his face.
"I guess so." she sighed impatiently, attempting to put up a front that she was reluctant to hug him.
He threw his arms around her waist and lifted her a foot off the ground, shimmying a bit and swinging her. Timber giggled against his cheek, her arms around his neck. His cologne smelled very nice.
Clint eventually set her down, not releasing her just yet. As she started to pull back, he captured her lips with his own, suckling onto the bottom one and tasting her mild wetness. He pulled back. It was just a plain kiss, but it was very nice.
"I told you I'd get my kiss." he smirked, punching her arm lightly and scampering off before she could retaliate.
"You don't know how long he's waited for that." Scott snorted, standing nearby. He had his arm around Angela and it didn't appear like he was going to let go anytime soon.
"Oh, hey guys." Timber said. "Remember, big party when you get back."
"Of course." Scott agreed, detaching from Angela long enough to give his drinking buddy a big bear hug. "I'm going to miss you Kiddo." he ruffled her hair. "And don't give up on Bob. You'd be surprised some of the things that that kid keeps hidden away." he said lowly into her ear so Angela couldn't hear.
Timber breathed a smile. "Thanks Scott. And you don't drink too much. Livers don't come cheap on eBay. And don't get arrested in one of those bar brawls you love so much." she added, snickering when he pinched her.
"See ya in three months girl. Eat while I'm gone." Scott jested, finally releasing her.
"Hey, get away from my woman." Bob said sternly, knocking Scott upside the head with the palm of his hand.
Scott chuckled, giving Timber a look as he attended to his own woman.
"It's friendship, friendship... just the perfect blendship..." Bob hummed, doing a little two step towards her.
Timber threw her head back and laughed.
"I'm going to talk to you online tonight." Bob smiled, reaching up and tugging her hair. "Be on at like... nine o'clock."
"Will do." Timber agreed. "Man will I miss your stupid ass." she continued wistfully.
"I'll miss that face you always make when I wake up after you and come into the bathroom in the morning... you know, when you're still brushing your teeth? And then I take my morning piss and you give me that 'no you didn't just take your morning piss right in front of me' look. That's priceless." he chuckled.
"And I'll miss you burning breakfast. I mean, how are you gonna burn poptarts with the directions right on the box? Damn. You don't even need directions to make poptarts! But you manage to mess it up!" she jested, shaking her head with pity.
Bob shrugged. "So I can't cook, sue me." he grinned. "I'll miss you getting drunk off your ass and managing to take of your pants along the way. Remind me to get that roll of film developed." he teased, placing a finger to his chin as if he were trying to instill that thought in his mind.
"Dare." she warned him, bringing her fist right into the center of his black sweater.
"Oh I will." he smiled cheekily, taking her hand and dragging her to him. "If you ever need to talk or something, call me." he said into her neck, hugging her so tightly she was afraid she would loose oxygen to her brain. "Winter, spring, summer, or fall... all you've gotta do is call, and I'll be there... oh yes I will... you gotta friend." he started to sing, swaying gently.
Timber chuckled. "Bob, this isn't a John Cougar Mellencamp video. Quit singing."
Frank called for his sons to board, they were already running a bit behind schedule.
"Damn. This is the bad part." Bob muttered.
"You still gotta say goodbye to Carm." Timber reminded him.
"I already did." Bob replied, his voice muffled in the fabric of her turtle neck. "I saved the best for last..." he sung vehemently, making her laugh again.
"Boys...." he heard Frank say from closer behind them.
"Okay, goodbye." Bob said abruptly, not letting go right away, but doing so eventually. "I'll talk to you tonight, kay?"
"O-kay!" Timber feigned enthusiasm, giving him a thumbs up.
Bob giggled, running his hand down her cheek. "I love you Dork."
Timber paused for a moment. "I love you too... Boob."
He grinned, yanking her in for another hug. "Okay, goodbye." he released her, securing his backpack and starting to walk away. He paused, going back and snapping her bra strap before jogging for the terminal.
"Hey!" Timber called out, but grinned.
Frank sighed in annoyance, queuing his sons, but realizing that one was missing. Kelly had taken Patti from him a few minutes ago, but he hadn't seen Angela, so he was sure that his eldest son was with his girlfriend.
"Scott!" he called across the sitting area.
Scott was standing with Angela and sure enough, they were making out. When his son did not respond to his exclamation, he headed over.
"Scott, come on." Frank coaxed.
Scott payed no attention, continuing to French kiss his girlfriend and trace small concentric circles on her back.
"Scott!" Frank yelled, taking his sons wrist. "Let's go. We should have boarded fifteen minutes ago.
Scott pulled away, glaring at his dad. "Dad." he said darkly. "I'm kinda busy here."
Angela smiled lightly, her arms still around his shoulders. Scott returned his lips to hers, leaving his peeved father to wallow in his own irritation.
"Scott, NOW." Frank ordered, taking hold of his son's ear and yanking him away from Angela. "Let's go."
"DAD!" Scott whined, reaching out for his girlfriend but having no luck. "I love you Angie, I'll call you!" he called to her.
Angela blew him a kiss then giggled at the sight of her boyfriend being manhandled by his father. Scott eventually swatted Frank's hand away, rubbing his sore ear and looking cross.
Pretty soon, the boys were gone.
The remainder of the crew hung by the window until the plane took off a little while later, becoming further and further away until it was out of sight.
"Let's go." Angela suggested, hiking her sister up on her hip.
"Plane go bye-bye." Patti informed the others, waving to nothing in particular out the window.
"I have to pee." Carmen informed them all, linking arms with Timber. "Let's go find a bathroom."
"Wow, that sure includes me." Ben said sarcastically.
"There's one back there by the magazine store." Timber said, pointing to where she and Bob had gone.
The now handicapped troop headed in that direction, sifting through the crowd of motley people. Sure enough, the bathroom was right beside the magazine shop where they blonde woman was still running the counter.
"We'll be right out." Jeanine assured Ben. ruffling his shaggy hair.
"Here you go." Angela smiled, handing her little sister to the petite guy who gave all of them a dry smile.
"Thanks." Ben muttered, taking Patti who seemed to be drifting back to sleep as she rested her head on his shoulder.
The girls went into the bathroom, the swinging door creaking silently.
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