"Well... um..." he stammered, still tossing his beloved stuffed animal up in the air and catching it in a systematic motion. "I dunno. We recorded an album. I think it's sweet as hell. SO much better than Chapter One. I mean, no offense to Chapter One, but Submodalities could totally kick it's ass in a knife fight." he rambled on.
"Submodalities?" Timber asked. "Is that the name?"
"Yep." Bob replied. "So that's basically it." he concluded. "What are we all doing tonight?" he asked, changing the subject.
Timber shrugged, tossing a pair of his orange boxers into the colored pile. "I think Ben wants to go to a bar downtown, but I doubt we'll even get in. You have to be like, nineteen to get in bars."
Bob cracked a smile. "You know Ben, Timber. We'll get in." he snickered, continuing to toss Bear up and down.
"Yeah. That's true. We should have a huge party tomorrow." she randomly suggested, starting to put his other items in the drawers.
"Why?" he asked.
Timber looked at her best friend in disbelief.
"Not that I'm not up for a random fiesta but still..." Bob trailed off, noticing her look of shock.
"BOB!!!" Timber exclaimed. "Do you realize that tomorrow is the one year anniversary from the time we first met?" she asked. "One year! We have to have a HUGE party and get so fucking wasted that we'll be slurring for the next week! Hello? Can you say wet brain?" she asked, shaking her head with pity and returning to the task at hand.
"One year, eh?" Bob asked, not seeming to be affected by her tirade. "Whoa. One year's a long time."
"We've had this discussion." Timber reminded him, not looking up.
"Have we?" he asked.
"We have."
"Well it is a long time." he informed her, returning to his game with Bear. "I mean... we've all changed so much!"
"Not really..." she contradicted him, shutting the dresser drawer and going back to the empty suitcase on the floor by the closet.
"Yeah we have." Bob argued. "We so have."
"Why the hell am I unpacking all your shit and you're just sitting there?" Timber asked, that palpable fact suddenly dawning on her.
"Because you lurrrrve me!" Bob replied in a silly voice that made her crack up. "But seriously. We have changed." he continued, finally holding Bear still. "Okay, let's start with Scott." he sat forward after setting the stuffed animal on the desk top. "He went from being every womans one thing to being one woman's everything. Now that's progress. He was basically a typical rock star, groupies and all, and now he's some frickin' family man, pro'ly planning to marry Angela. Do you know he didn't look at another girl once while we were away? Not one! Now for Scott, those are some frickin' results. Some frickin' results. I must say that I am proud, though he masturbated like nine times a day."
Timber just grinned, listening to him as she sat down on the bed, leaning forward onto her knees.
"And Angela herself has even changed." Bob chattered on. "When I first met her, she barely spoke. You could never really tell what she was up to. I mean, I just assumed she had no personality. But then, now she's totally awesome. I talked to her on the phone a few times and really got to know her. She's quiet, but she's amazing. And that's some real feedback when you can watch a person open up so much. Especially after the whole Scott thing, with that Italian chick or whatever she was. I mean, I always thought Angela was the type to just roll with the punches, but she totally whipped Scott's ass into shape. If a girl can whip Scott's ass into shape, she can't be half bad.
"And then there's Jeanine. Now that's a palpable change. Jeanine went from being the salacious, lascivious, devious little sex kitten, which we all knew was a front anyway, into something completely different. I mean, now it's like she's a real person. A total one-eighty. Plus the fact that she's head over heels for Dave which is cool.
"Dave hasn't changed much, but he seems to be more wild, if you will. Suddenly good old Davey is a bad seed, wanting to sneak out and drink and stuff. But he and Jen have gotten close. I bet you anything they hook up.
"Clint's a bit less serious. He actually doesn't make his bed some mornings. If that's not change, I don't know what is.
"Kelly, whoa damn. Then there's Kelly. She's gone from priss to punk, to basketcase, to normal. I must say she's normal now. She was wearing pants today. It's interesting to think that there are still people that I see on an everyday basis whom I've only seen in pants enough times to count on one hand. When I was in her room for the first time, I was half expecting to see a butter churner in the corner. That's one chick that I've watched illustrate the entire female evolution in a matter of a year."
Timber cracked up at that, realizing he was right.
"Ben. You got me there. Ben hasn't changed much at all. He's still as crazy as he was when we were in preschool. I mean, he didn't smoke bud then, but we all knew he would eventually grow to. I guess everyone needs that one crazy guy friend. You know, the pot head who has wild parties and get's sloshed everytime."
"But now we know that he wants to quit." Timber put in. "Bob, that's kinda sad if you think about it. I mean, Ben's like, stuck in this vicious cycle of drugs and mayhem. I feel bad for him. I can't stop thinking about how he sounded so... morose when he was talking about it. And it's like, we never talked about it again. But I want to help. I mean, what can I do though? Rip the joint out of his hands?" she looked up at her best friend with sad eyes.
"Dude, you just went off on a tangent." Bob interrupted her. "That just totally killed the mood too."
"Well it's true." Timber mumbled. "Don't you care about Ben?"
"Yes I care. But I mean, if it were that bad, he would try to quit."
"He is trying."
Bob shook his head. "That was worded wrong. I mean, he would go to rehab, he would tell his parents. The best we can do is not let him do that shit when he's around us."
"Do you honestly think it's that simple to quit something that is basically your method of therapy? I mean, people always say 'he can just stop if he wants to.' Well it's not that easy to stop something your mind doesn't want you to stop! I just wish people could see that! That's what addiction is! Your body needs it, and no matter how much you tell it not to, it still makes you do shit. Your brain controls so many things without you even knowing it! Sometimes your brain is just this... dichotomy... separated from the rest of your mind and it's this inner dialogue that's constantly telling you what you have to do and after a while, your mind gets so sick of fighting that you just give in... and that's how you can't stop. It's not your fault, you just can't stop."
Her eyes had roamed elsewhere and when her vehement speech was concluded, she looked back to Bob who was staring at her with his jaw slightly slack.
"Okay, um... whatthefuck... where did that all come from?" Bob asked, raising an eyebrow. "Are you a closet drug addict or something?" he grinned.
"I wish." Timber smirked, knowing her problems went deeper. "Sorry, let's just drop it."
"Alriiiiight..." he trailed off, still confused.
Timber cleared her throat, looking past his face to the poster of the Foo Fighters on the wall. "You still haven't told me how I've changed." she smirked.
Bob smiled back. "Well... you've certainly blossomed into some sort of fashion guru. I mean, you always dressed nice, but you've become a posh female version of... Clint." he snickered. "You haven't really changed much I guess. You've gotten older, but then again, who hasn't? Speaking of, how's Kelly doing six months after the whole... thing."
Timber sighed. "I must say that she is doing very well. Surprisingly well. I mean, I would have never expected her to be doing so well, but she is. She seems to have really gotten over it. And Trevor transferred schools by the way. He's boarding in Ontario somewhere. I think after what she did to his hot little car, he felt he was very unsafe with her in the same town." she smirked.
"What actually did happen with the whole car thing?" Bob asked.
"I don't even know. I just know that what was once a sleek sports car is now a POS, so... oh well. The bastard deserved it."
Bob chuckled. "Kelly... that chick looks like she can pack a lot of punch. She may be small, but she could pro'ly kick my ass."
The two diverted their attention to the door as someone knocked on it.
"Knock, knock." Carmen smiled, peeking in.
"Hey." Bob smiled.
"Hey." Carmen grinned, glancing at Timber pointedly.
Timber smiled back, not processing the point to Carmen's look. She soon caught on and sighed deeply, getting up off the bed. "I'm going, I'm going." she muttered. "I'll go see what Clint's up to."
Carmen watched her best friend as she headed for the door. Timber just rolled her eyes, exiting and shutting the door behind her. Carmen looked back to Bob. "Hey." she said again.
"Hey." Bob said, picking up Bear and fiddling with him.
"I missed you a lot Bob." Carmen said, biting the corner of her lip as she leaned back and turned the lock on the door.
"I missed you too Carm." Bob said slowly, not sure of her motives.
Carmen took a few steps into the room, grinning suggestively at him before crossing her arms over her stomach and pulling up the hem of her shirt. It landed in a heap on his bed. Bob swallowed thickly, seeing she was only wearing a lacy, hot orange bra underneath.
"Nice color." he commented, turning in his swivel chair so he was completely facing her.
Carmen bit into her lip again, undoing the fly of her jeans and sliding them smoothly down her shapely legs. She kicked them from her ankles and approached him pointedly. Bob's eyes swept down the length of her body as she stalked towards him. She was wearing a tiny pair of sequined orange panties. He grinned at the creativity; sexy underwear had always been his weak spot.
Without a word spoken, Carmen kneeled on the chair with one leg on either side of him. In her straddling position, she began to kiss his lips ravenously while his hands conformed around her waist. Their tongues mingled in a heated game of cat and mouse, Bob's eyes fluttering with passion. His fingers traced patterns gently on the smooth skin of her back, enjoying everything about her sexy body. She even smelled sexy. He moaned blissfully into her mouth.
Carmen ripped her lips back from his, tearing viciously at his shirt and jerking it over his head. She laid little wet angel kisses down his neck and onto his chest, occasionally licking at his nipples and the tiny, invisible hairs on his tanned skin. His tight and defined stomach was rippled to perfection, begging for her touch. She desired everything about him, her lust causing her insides to burn with hunger.
"Mmmm..." she moaned as his hands grazed down to knead at her butt. "I love you Bob..." she said into his neck, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and pressing her body close to his. She was sitting right on his crotch and could feel his pulsating erection straining into her.
"You too..." Bob responded as her lips returned to his in a series of open mouthed kisses that involved flicks of the tongue.
Carmen suddenly pulled back from him, pouting in that sexy way she always did. "You never say it back." she informed him.
"Say what back?" Bob asked.
"That you love me." she replied, sitting back on his thighs with her hands on his shoulders now. She pouted again.
"I just did." Bob reminded her.
"You didn't say the words." she whimpered, equipping her complaint with serious puppy-dog eyes.
Bob grinned, touching her cheek gently as he gazed into her deep green eyes. "Guys just aren't like that. I'm sorry. It's hard for me to say those words. I feel so... I dunno. That lovey-dovey stuff just isn't my style."
"You should never feel out of style to tell your girlfriend that you love her." Carmen informed him, smiling sexily and tightening her thighs on his hips.
"Well I do." Bob said. "You and I both know it." he grinned, running his hands down her chest and cupping her breasts with his hands. He gave them a caressing squeeze. "I just don't ever say the words. I never say 'I love you' to anyone. Not even my own mom." he shrugged. "Or Clint even. That's just the way I am."
Carmen bit into her lip, giving him a lustful stare. "Don't worry babe. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be saying it."
Bob chuckled, yanking her towards him and kissing her lips. He was gentle at first, but then graduated into the same passionate, ferocious kisses they had shared moments before.
"I love you Bob." Carmen said against his lips.
"You too." he returned.
Carmen pinched his nipples playfully. "Say it!" she growled, nibbling at his earlobe.
Bob mumbled something into the crook of her neck. "There! I said it!" he exclaimed, giggling when she pinched his nipples again.
She pinched him another time, this time gently, causing the little nubs on his chest to become erect. He moaned softly when she continued to nibble on his earlobe, lightly rocking her pelvis against the straining erection in his pants. She was sitting directly on top of it, a painful experience for Bob as it was growing extremely bent against her weight. He moved his hands from her breasts and clamped them on her hips, lifting her and adjusting himself before setting her back down. His hands traipsed back to her breasts, this time searching for the clasp of her bra between them.
"It's in the back." Carmen said into his ear.
Bob didn't say anything, looking over her shoulder and trying to see what he was doing. She continued to gnaw on his ear, pausing only when she noticed he had been struggling with her bra for quite some time.
"Do you... need some help?" she asked.
"No, I--- DAMNIT!" he exclaimed with disdain. "Why do girls even wear this shit?" he made one last feeble attempt at undoing the seemingly difficult clasp, tugging on it. It snapped against Carmen's back causing her to cry out in pain.
"OW! BOB!!!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, did that hurt?" he asked with concern.
Carmen looked at him through narrowed eyes. "Does this hurt?" she asked, pinching his nipples again and causing him to break into giggles. "Huh? Does it hurt?" she asked again, pinching him once more.
"Ow! Oh!" Bob laughed, catching her hands. "I can't do this bra thing. Take it off! Please!!!" he begged, trying to manually get her hands behind her back.
Carmen glared at him tauntingly. "Oh, you can't get it off Bob?" she asked. "I can't either. So if you can't get if off, then I guess it doesn't come off." she shrugged.
"That's it. Where're my damned scissors?" Bob asked, starting to lift her up.
"No! Wait!" she exclaimed, reaching behind her back. "Not my bra. It's amazing how girls can simply do this behind their backs since they are nine years old, but you guys can't do it at sixteen when you can even see what you're doing. That's just another way how you guys are inferior to us girls." she grinned, clicking her tongue with disdain.
"Just as long as it comes off." Bob shrugged, watching as she unhooked it but left it on her body.
He did the honors of removing her bra, immediately attaching his lips to her nipples and causing her to moan rather loudly in pleasure. She tunneled her fingers in his hair, ruffling the locks lightly as her eyes rolled back in her head.
"Mmm... you're so sexy..." Bob said, running his tongue in a circle over her left nipple.
Carmen moaned again at the stimulation. Bob meanwhile guided his hands down into the back of her underwear, squeezing her smooth and firm ass cheeks. They then trailed back up her back, to her sides, and started to tug at her underwear. She instinctively raised up and aided him in awkwardly pulling her panties off. After some odd maneuvering, they finally came off and landed on the floor with her bra. He looked down at her. She had only a thin strip of reddish brown hair in her crotch. He smirked, returning his lips to her breasts while his hands ventured to other areas.
He rubbed her a little bit between her legs, eliciting more groans and lust-filled moans to sail from her lips. She rolled her head back, gasping in a pornographic way as he inserted a finger in her. Bob probed her for a moment, milking even more moans from her, until she begged for him to use two fingers. Two fingers quickly became three, until she pleaded for him to put in four. She was soon screaming with pleasure, her head still lolled back in ecstasy. Bob knew that anyone with ears could hear her right then, but didn't care at the moment. She suddenly looked up at him with those smoldering green eyes, quaking with ultimate sensation.
"Not yet Bob." she panted. "I don't wanna cum yet."
He slid his fingers out of her, licking them one at a time while gazing directly into her eyes and turning her on even more. Carmen snatched his hand from him, sucking her own juice off his fourth finger and pinky, fueling his now throbbing erection.
Sensing he was feeling neglected, she reached her hand down to his package and squeezed the large bulge, biting her lip and giggling with rapture. It was Bob's turn to moan and he sat back, gripping the arms of the chair to control himself to some degree.
"Do you like that?" she purred, beginning to massage him harder.
"Y-y-yes..." he stammered in a strained voice.
Carmen flicked her tongue out at his lips, starting on the buttons of his shorts. As soon as the fly was undone, his faded, teal hibiscus boxers tented, relieving some of the pressure that was packed behind the single button in the fly. Carmen licked her lips, looking down at it, before looking back up at Bob and attacking his lips with her own. He continued to grip the arms of the chair while her hands clawed at his chest. They kissed so feverishly, he thought he would explode right at that moment; his head was swimming.
Carmen pulled away again., only a few inches this time, her panting, gasping breaths beating against his face. "Do you have a condom?" she asked breathlessly.
Bob paused. "For what?" he asked in his regular voice and not the sexy tone he previously possessed.
Carmen grinned, rolling her eyes at him. Without further questions, she preceded to grab at his shorts, yanking them around to get to the back pocket. She found his wallet there and sat back on his thighs, opening it. Sure enough, there was a single durex condom inside. She extracted it, tossing the wallet behind her onto the desk.
"A-ha." she smiled, placing it between her teeth and using her hands to unbutton his fly.
Bob grabbed her wrists before she could get the little white button out of it's hole. "Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up speed racer."
Carmen looked up at him, plucking the condom from between her lips. "What?" she demanded, diddling him with the batting of her eyelashes.
"I don't think so." Bob informed her, nabbing the condom.
"Wha-at?" she whined, pouting. "Come on Bob."
"And just what were you planning on doing with this?" he asked, gesturing with the condom.
Carmen snatched it. "You know what." she giggled, starting to pull at his boxers again. "It's called sex Bob." she smirked. She kissed his neck coaxingly. "Don't you want to?" she asked.
"Nope." he replied, snatching back the condom and throwing it onto the desk.
"WHAT?!?!" Carmen all but screamed. "Did you just say no?"
"I believe I did." he replied, sitting back and challenging her with serious eyes.
"Why not?" she whimpered. "Come on Bob, it'll feel so good." she coaxed him, laying against him and starting to kiss his neck again. "You know you want to..."
"No, I really don't." he replied, not changing his position as she kissed at his neck and earlobe where she knew he liked it.
Carmen sat back again. "Why not?" she demanded, growing irritated.
"Carmen, you've already done it. I'm a virgin. I haven't." he explained calmly. "And frankly put, I'm not ready."
"Bo-ob!" she whined, needing to relieve her sexual tension before she exploded. "It's easy." she purred, kissing his earlobe again. "I'll be on top..." she breathed, gently moving her tongue into his ear.
Bob yanked away. "NO. I'm not ready." he said, pushing her gently back from him.
"Come on Bob... Please!!!" she whimpered, moving her hand to the bulge in his boxers.
She massaged his erection back up to it's full potential, kissing his lips sweetly, and languidly stroking his tongue with hers. Slowly, she started to undo the button. He stopped her.
"BOB!!!" she growled. "I CANNOT believe you're doing this! Come onnnnn!"
Bob started to do up his shorts.
"No, don't do that." she whined. "Come on Bob. I'm not too proud to beg." she informed him securely. "I WANNA FUCK!!!" she exclaimed.
Bob clapped his hands to her hips. "And I. Do not." he said firmly, lifting her up with him as he stood. He took a few steps with her, then threw her onto the bed, leaving the room.
"UGHHH!!! BOB!!!" Carmen screamed after him.
* * *
After being kicked out of Bob's bedroom, Timber had wandered next door to Clint's, checking out what he was up to. He was lounging on his bed with Kelly, rubbing Patti's back gently while the little girl had no idea. When Kelly stood up to retrieve the hair elastic she had flicked at the wall, Patti noticed that her current baby-sitter was not the one touching her and turned to see Clint. Crying out in pure anger, the baby smacked Clint's hands away from her and stormed from the room in search of Scott. Timber caught only the tail end of this outburst, having to step out of the way to dodge Patti's departure. She joined Kelly and Clint, the three of them catching up on old times for nearly an hour before Bob stormed into the room in only his shorts.
"Beware, I'm sporting wood." he announced briskly, going and plopping on the bed. He snatched one of Clint's pillows and held it on his lap.
"You're looking a little flushed there Bob." Clint grinned. "What's up?"
Bob looked down towards his lap, then back to his brother.
"You should have seen that coming." Clint grinned, then laughed again. "Oh! I made another funny!" he giggled, falling back with his head on Timber's stomach.
"Quip-meister Clint." Timber laughed. "The chin pubes have made you glib."
"Funny guys. Really funny. I'm rollin'. That's just so side-splitting." Bob said dryly.
Clint eventually recovered. "Oh come on Bob. We're just having fun with you." he paused, straightening his face before continuing. "What's wrong?" he asked.
"Well that little... horny toad in there is trying to rape me!" Bob exclaimed.
"What?" Kelly asked. She was sitting at the head of the bed with her legs dangling over the edge. Timber was laying across the bed and Clint was laying perpendicular, now with his head on her. Kelly twisted at Timber's wisps of hair.
"Carmen! She's trying to have sex with me! I told her no, but she won't get off my fucking nuts!" Bob exclaimed, standing up and beginning to pace, holding the pillow to his crotch.
"BOB!!!" Carmen called from the hallway.
"Shit!" Bob hissed, running and diving behind the far side of the bed. "Tell her I'm not here!"
Carmen knocked quickly on the door before peeking in. "Clint, have you seen your brother?" she asked, fully entering a few steps.
She was wearing only one of Bob's black Beatles tee-shirts.
"Which one?" Clint asked.
"Bob." Carmen replied with a 'duh' expression on her face.
"Um... when do you mean seen him? I mean, I see him a lot. Which occasion are you referring to?"
"Timber, have you seen Bob?" Carmen asked, choosing to ignore Clint from then on.
"Not recently. But I assure you he's right under your nose." she grinned.
Bob grabbed Timber's bare foot from his side of the bed and squeezed the toes together. She kicked at him but missed.
Carmen sighed sadly. "If you see him, tell him I'm looking for him." she requested, leaving and shutting the door behind her.
Bob popped up, sighing in relief.
"Carmen's looking for you." Clint said, adjusting the positioning of his head on Timber's stomach.
"No shit." Bob rolled his eyes. "Anyway... I just need to lay low until her skyrocketing libido calms down."
Timber shrugged, trying to seem passive. "Why didn't you just fuck her?" she asked.
Bob narrowed his eyes at her. "Because." he replied, shaking his head. "The whole world has totally degraded sex to an animalistic thing. Sex shouldn't be about pacifying one's urge to get off. Sex should be about love and... stuff." he lectured, hanging off the edge of the bed.
"I thought you loved Carmen." Clint grinned, giving Bob a smug look.
"Shut up." Bob rolled his eyes. "I'm not ready to just go having sex yet."
"That's so sweet Bob." Kelly smiled. "You're totally right. People overrate sex in some aspects and underrate it in other aspects. They make it seem like this huge thing that everybody should rush out and do. I mean, that's why people get crazy when it comes to sex." she shrugged, though they all knew she was alluding to the rape.
"Anyway." Timber announced pointedly, not wanting to think about sex. "What're we doing tonight?"
"Bar." Clint replied, rolling onto his side so he could look up at her. "Ben's got the hookup to some bar downtown called 'Afterdark's.' He's got friends that owe him favors. Man would I love to be that kid. With a little help from his many friends, he can do anything he goddamned wants to."
"That's true." Kelly smirked. "When are we going though? I want to get home, shower, change into something a little more 'bar-ish'..."
"He said like nine or something. Sounds good to me." Clint replied. "Afterdark’s is awesome as hell though. I mean, it's like a mini-club slash bar."
"Ooooh!" Bob feigned excitement. "Count me in!"
"Shut up! Party pooper." Clint pouted, swiping behind him at Bob, but missing by a long shot.
The door pounded open and Scott stood in the frame, his face flushed and his hair completely messed up. "What the hell Bob! WHAT THE HELL!!!" he exclaimed, obviously crazy with horniness. He wasn't wearing a shirt and was holding his undone khakis up with his hands. "Do you know what this is?" he demanded heatedly, pointing with one hand to the bulge in his pants.
"Scott..." Timber said, looking away.
"Scott, that's so crass!" Kelly chided, also looking away.
"This is an ERECTION!" Scott exclaimed, ignoring them.
"I'd hope you wouldn't be so surprised to be able to get one." Clint muttered under his breath.
"Do you know why I have an erection?" Scott continued. "Because I was getting possibly the best head you guys will ever dream about!!! And you know why I am not still getting that head?" he asked.
Bob shook his head, a blank look on his face.
"Because your girlfriend came barging in looking for your stupid ass!!!" he cried. "And that's not it either! Not only did she come in, but Patti came in as well and well that's the end of my head! THE END! Finito! I am no longer getting head! And it is your fucking fault!"
"Dude, that's too much information." Bob said distastefully.
"CARMEN!!!! HE'S IN HERE!" Scott called out.
"Shhhh! Shit Scott!" Bob scolded.
"What?" Carmen asked, walking in just as Bob ducked behind the bed.
"Nevermind. I saw Clint... thought it was Bob." Scott smiled.
Carmen narrowed her eyes at him, prancing out of the room again.
Bob looked up. "Is she gone?" he asked.
"Why are you hiding from her?!" Scott demanded.
"Because she's trying to fuck him." Clint replied cheekily.
"Are you joking?" Scott demanded. "What the fuck is wrong with you Bob? She wants to fuck and you are hiding?!?! I swear. See, that's why everyone thinks you're gay." he huffed before storming back out. "CARMEN! He's behind the bed!"
"Shit Scott!" Bob exclaimed, scrambling over the bed to the closet. "Timber! Talk to her!"
"About what?" Timber asked. "Why am I going to tell your girlfriend that you're not ready for sex? You know, once these lines of communication close in a relationship, you might as well kiss it goodbye."
"Pleeeeeease?!?!" he begged. "For me! Please!"
Timber rolled her eyes. "Pussy." she snorted, wriggling from under Clint and getting up off the bed. She met up with Carmen in the doorway. "Come on girl. We gotta talk."
* * *
Scott stared up at the ceiling while Patti sat on his stomach, protecting her property from her sister who was laying on the bed beside them.
"So what was that all about?" Angela asked, laying on her side to face her boyfriend.
Scott continued to trace concentric circles on Patti's bare legs." Carmen's trying to sleep with Bob, and he's hiding. I don't understand it myself so..." he said, shaking his head.
Angela laughed. "You mean to tell me that he's the one saying no?" she asked.
"I know. He claims he's not ready." Scott rolled his eyes.
"Boobies!" Patti giggled, touching his nipples with her little fingers.
Scott laughed, moving the little girl's hands up to his mouth and kissing the palms. "Yes, I have boobies." he chuckled.
Angela watched him, thinking carefully.
"Wait, are you saying that guys are always ready for sex?" Scott asked, finally processing her comment.
Anegla shrugged. "Not necessarily. Just that it's usually the girls who are saying no. More commonly than not."
He grinned at the way she pronounced the word 'commonly.' "True. But guys aren't always ready you know. Sex is a big deal. It's something that should only be shared with someone you love and now that we're on the subject, how do you feel about sex?" he asked, edging his point across eloquently.
Angela chuckled. "Smooth Scott. Really smooth." she said.
He shrugged. "Well..."
"Well... what?" she asked. "I don't quite understand what you mean."
Scott paused for a second to process his thoughts. He looked back up at the ceiling. "Are you waiting until marriage?" he asked.
Angela looked back at him, her dark eyes reading his blue ones. "Would it matter if I were?" she asked.
Scott paused before answering. "Truthfully?" he asked.
"Yeah." she nodded, seriously wanting to know what he would say.
He thought for another moment and decided that he loved her more than he had ever loved anyone else. It honestly didn't matter because he could see himself married to her. He could only see himself as the one to take away her virginity and if that meant waiting until they were married, he could certainly deal with that. "Actually no. It really doesn't now that I think about it."
Angela nodded slowly. "Well I'm not." she added, grinning.
Scott smirked. "That wasn't a sigh of relief you just heard, I swear."
"I was always waiting for love... you know?" she continued, touching her sister's bare foot.
Scott nodded.
"Are you waiting for marriage?" Angela asked.
He smirked then looked at her. "Would it matter if I were?"
Angela laughed, nudging him playfully.
"Tease." he joked, reaching out and touching her cheek. "I'm waiting for you."
She sighed placidly and rolled over onto her back. She didn't say anything for a long while so he assumed she was dropping the subject and took to tickling Patti who giggled wildly.
"If we're going to do it, then we need to take all of the proper precautions." Angela spoke up, surprising him. "I mean, blood tests, condoms... the whole thing." she continued, looking into his eyes with a very serious expression on her face.
Scott nodded. "Okay." he said. "We can go down to that free clinic downtown tomorrow." he suggested. Their anniversary was the day after the next and he imagined it to be the perfect night to celebrate their relationship to the fullest degree.
Angela nodded. "Our anniversary's the day after tomorrow you know." she said, almost as if reading his thoughts.
"Of course I know." he grinned, lifting Patti up above him.
She giggled again, reaching her hands back to him.
"Let's do something special for that night." Scott said. When she gave him a strange look he shook his head, setting Patti back down to his stomach. "That's not what I mean." he grinned. "I mean, we can't do the normal date thing. We should do something really... special. Like a picnic or something. Yeah, a picnic would be awesome. A picnic... at night... under the stars."
"That sounds good." she said, relaxing a bit. "Where?"
"I dunno." Scott shrugged, bouncing one of Patti's curls. "I'll think of somewhere. I'll think of something really cool."
"Alright." Angela agreed. "I'll bring the food, because we all know you can't cook." she teased.
Scott laughed. "I'll learn one day!" he insisted. "I will and then you'll be wishing you could cook as good as me!" he pouted. "And I can cook anyway. You should see what I can do with Pop Tarts. Bob can't even cook pop-tarts."
"Angela smiled. "I'll be sure to have you cook for me one day if I ever plan to commit suicide."
"You're a cheeky little thing today!" Scott said in disbelief, scooching towards her and kissing her lips.
"No kissy!" Patti chided, pulling Scott's head from her sisters. "Go away Angia!" she shouted angrily. "My Scotty!"
"Uh oh. territorial." Scott grinned. "She knows I'm 'all that.'"
"Anyway." Angela dismissed, rolling her eyes.
"So you bring the food and I'll take care of everything else that does not require cooking." he said, already having an idea. He was going to make their anniversary the best night of their lives.
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