"You live like two blocks away Kel." Jeanine pointed out, rolling her eyes.

"I'm a slow walker." Kelly stated, sticking her tongue out at her cousin.

"I swear they act like sisters." Bob commented, shaking his head with pity.

"ANYWAY." Dave said, not wanting an argument to start.

Kelly sat down on the love seat next to Clint and he slid his arm over her shoulders. Seeing that sign of affection, Scott looked over at Angela who was under his arm. They had been going out for two weeks now and were as close as ever. She was not only his girlfriend, but his best friend as well. He never thought he would make it this long, but he had, and he was proud of himself for it. He really liked Angela and had no intentions of them breaking up anytime soon.

She looked over at him when she noticed him staring. Scott smiled at her angelic face then planted a quick but gentle kiss on her lips.

"Okay, none of that you guys." Timber announced pretending to gag. "Bob and I have something to show you!" she exclaimed, getting up from the floor.

Bob exchanged a knowing look with her and got to his feet as well, going over to the sound-system in the corner of the living room.

"Well you guys." Timber began, pretending to sound serious. "We've been hanging out together, the nine of us, a lot lately. I mean, we've really been bonding. So me and Bob wanted to do something special to show you guys how much we care." she said with an uncontrollable smirk.

Bob turned on the stereo and raised up the volume as a well know tune started.

Timber picked up a remote control and began to sing into it. "So no one told you life was gonna be this way!" she belted out, not even on key.

"Your jobs a joke, you're broke, your love life's DOA!!!!" Bob shouted, sounding like a drowning cat as he joined her in the center of the room.

Clint tried to stifle a laugh but succeeded poorly. He began to tremble wildly, trying to hold it in.

"It's like you’re always stuck in second gear!" the two continued, wrapping their arms around each other's shoulders, yet not being anywhere near in harmony.

"When it hasn't been your day, your week, your month, or even your yeeeeeeeeear, but... I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU!!!!" they cried out.

Dave put his hand over his mouth to hide the smile that was creeping up on his lips. Scott buried his face in Angela's shoulder to keep from completely cracking up. Ben didn't bother to hide, he burst into hysterical laughter, rolling on his back and holding his stomach.

The torture went on for the duration of the four minute song.

"...cause you're there for me tooooooooo-ooooooo." Bob and Timber ended then looked at the congregation of guffawing teens before them.

"Bob, you're out of the band." Scott said when he could speak. "If we had known you sounded like that..." he trailed, starting up again.

"You guys sounded... sounded... like... sheep that were getting raped!" Ben laughed, tears spilling form the corners of his eyes.

"See Bob, that's what we get when we try to show some love for our friends." Timber said, clicking her tongue in exasperation.

"I know. Ingrates!" Bob joked as he went to turn off the stereo.

"You guys crack me up!" Jeanine giggled shaking her head.

"So what's the movie for tonight?" Bob asked, scanning the shelves where the movies were kept.

"I rented one earlier." Scott said, pointing with his thumb to the video tape sitting on the hall table.

"It better not suck." Dave warned, bitter about seeing the girl he was in love with under the wing of his older brother.

Scott chose to ignore his younger brother's comment.

"Austin Powers!" Bob exclaimed, after studying the video container. "I love this movie!"

"I haven't seen it." Angela said. "Is it good?" she asked.

"Is it good..." Scott reiterated. "Trust me, you'll love it." he promised.

Bob went over to the VCR and popped in the tape. "Let's fast-forward through the previews." he suggested. "Rentals always have long previews."

Hearing no complaints, he pressed the fast-forward button and watched on the screen until it got the frame that announced the feature presentation's arrival. He pressed play, then settled back down on the floor next to Timber and Ben. Jeanine laid out on her stomach next to the recliner where Dave was seated while Clint and Kelly shared the loveseat. Scott and Angela had the long couch to themselves.

* * *

Being as how he had unofficially been appointed to the position of handling the VCR for the night, Bob was the one who got up and put the tape in rewind when it was over.

"Wasn't that a wholesome film?" Clint asked, stretching. He checked his watch.

"What time is it?" Jeanine asked, noticing him doing so.

"Time for you to get a watch!" Clint replied sharply then smiled to show he was only kidding. "It's nine fourty-three and seventy-six seconds." he replied.

"Seventy-six seconds?" Timber asked, after processing what he had just said.

"Gotcha!" Clint exclaimed. "I just wanted to see if you were listening."

"You are the biggest dork I know." Scott stated, chucking a pillow at his mentally challenged brother with his free hand.

Clint ducked his head into Kelly as it hit him.

"What do you guys want to do?" Dave asked, getting up off the recliner to alleviate what Bob liked to call "butt-burn."

"We could play..." Scott started.

"Don't even say it!" Timber exclaimed, covering her ears.

"Say what?" Scott asked with a smirk.

"Truth or Dare." Timber stated flatly. "I know that's what you were about to say. Every time some asks what to do, someone always has to suggest truth or dare."

"You love that game Timber." Angela pointed out.

Timber wrinkled her nose. "I know... but... oh fine... who's going first?" she gave in.

"We do play that game a lot though." Dave said.

"We've played it once!" Bob exclaimed. "And that was the day Tim had the party; two weeks ago!"

"Yeah, well still!" Timber said, knowing she had no tangible argument.

"Hey, I'll do anything as long as Tim and Bob don't sing again." Ben stated, trying to lighten the mood.

Everyone laughed, including Timber and Bob who had meant the song to be a joke in the first place.

"Why don't we not spend the whole night discussing what to do and let's do something?" Jeanine exclaimed, annoyed.

"Truth or Dare?" Scott confirmed.

"Fine." Timber said flatly.

"I want to go first!" Jen exclaimed, sitting up and tucking her legs in Indian style. "Kelly, truth or dare?"

"Truth." Kelly replied, re-crossing her legs in the opposite direction on the loveseat.

"Wuss." Jeanine muttered, but loud enough for her to hear.

"Just shut up and give me my truth." Kelly said, rolling her eyes.

"How can she shut up and give you a question for truth at the same time?" Bob asked, just for the sake of being annoying.

"Shush!" Kelly said to her friend.

"Okay Kelly." Jeanine began. "Now I know you and Clint have been going together for a while now..." she began.

"Get on with it!" Ben urged.

"Shut up Ben! It's my turn!" Jeanine snapped.

"Simmer down you guys!" Dave said, trying to be the peacemaker. "This is truth or dare not divorce court."

"Anyway!" Jeanine continued. "Before I was so rudely interrupted..." she said, and was met by a chorus of loud and exasperated sighs. "Okay, okay!" she gave in. "How many times have you guys kissed?" she asked.

"All that intro for that suck-ass question?" Timber asked, outraged.

Bob laughed and nudged her.

Kelly and Clint both turned beat-red.

"I refuse to answer that." Kelly insisted, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear.

"Oh come on Kel! How many times has he had his tongue in your mouth?" Jeanine asked bluntly.

Kelly was silent for a moment, surveying the group that were all looking at her, awaiting her reply. She glanced at Clint who was just staring intently down at his knees.

"We haven't." she muttered under her breath.

"I'm sorry, you'll have to speak up!" Jeanine said obnoxiously, though she heard perfectly clear.

"We haven't!" Kelly shouted.

Scott looked at Clint in disbelief. He was about to let his younger brother have it for not French kissing his girlfriend of two weeks yet; he and Angela had almost immediately graduated from light pecks on the lips to full on make-out sessions, but he figured if he said the wrong thing, his own girlfriend might not appreciate it, so he decided to save all the chewing out he had to inflict on his brother until later.

"... I mean, we've kissed, several times, we just haven't yet gone into... France." she said for lack of any better way to put it.

"Clint's a prude!" Bob sang out.

"It's not that Bob," Kelly began before Clint could say anything. "It's just that we're waiting for the right moment, to make it special, as opposed to just rushing into the spit swapping."

Angela and Scott exchanged a smile.

"Well I command you guys to French kiss right now." Ben said firmly. "Not with all of you here!" Cling immediately objected.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Timber started to chant. Jeanine soon joined in, then Ben, Bob, Dave... pretty soon the entire room was egging them on.

Clint turned an even darker shade. "Fine!" he finally exclaimed, afraid he would kill someone if they didn't shut up.

He took Kelly's face gently in his hands and paused briefly before going into the kill. Their lips met, right on target, and melted apart, making space for Clint's tongue to roam. Kelly took his slender waist in her hands and probed around his mouth, wrapping her tongue around his.

"That's just gross." Jeanine giggled burying her face in a pillow so she didn't have to watch.

"Watch this turn into a giant make-out session." Timber stated to Bob, twirling her favorite Abercrombie baseball cap around her finger.

Clint and Kelly's lips parted gracefully and they both turned towards the spectators around the room, both red faced.

"That was soooooo cute." Timber cooed. "Two prudes, going at it, making first discoveries of one another’s salivary glands..."

"Oh I wouldn't talk!" Kelly said with a knowing smirk.

Timber kept her mouth shut, not wanting her friend to leak out any information she preferred be kept in the dark.

"And I am NOT prude!" she exclaimed.

"Yeah, neither am I!" Clint said defiantly.

"You are too Kelly!" Jeanine stated matter-of-factly.

"And Clint kind of is too." Dave said, leaning back in the recliner and getting it to open then sitting forward, causing it to close. He continued this process over and over out of boredom.

"Well it's my turn and I choose Jeanine." Kelly said smartly.

"Ooooh, the counter attack." Timber said with a smirk.

"And I choose truth!" Jeanine said, mocking her cousin's triumphant tone.

"Who's the wuss now?" Kelly challenged.

"Just ask the damned question." Jeanine snapped, narrowing her eyes at her.

"Anyone want anything to drink?" Clint asked.

"Naw, I'll pass." Scott said. "I have a feeling a chick fight's about to take place and I do NOT want to miss it." he said with a grin.

"Why don't you tell us what you did to Dave at Tim's house!" Kelly roared.

Jeanine forced a tightlipped smile and Dave blushed crimson.

"That wasn't a question Kelly-dearest." she said through gritted teeth.

"Okay then, let me restate that." Kelly said happily. "What did you do to Dave at Timber's house?" she asked.

"Yeah, what did she do Dave?" Bob asked, though he already knew.

Dave kept his head down praying that Jeanine wouldn't say anything. He glanced at Angela who seemed to be amused by the whole situation. Why wouldn't she be? She was with Scott now. She was happy with him.

"Well, bitch," Jeanine began, still speaking through her teeth. "I believe the answer to that would be ‘a blow job’." she said in a barely coherent voice.

"What Jeanie?" Kelly asked, cupping he hand around her ear "I can't hear you! You'll have to speak up!"

"I said a blow job!" Jeanine exploded. "I gave him head, a blow job, a hummer, oral pleasures, fellacio! However you want to say it! I sucked Dave's big fat dick!" she exclaimed, so angry with her cousin she saw red.

Dave's face turned a deeper shade. "Anyone want anything to drink?" he asked quickly, getting up and hurrying to the kitchen.

"Okay then." Kelly said calmly. "Your turn again Jeanie."

"I don't want to go." Jeanine said flatly.

"I'll go!" Ben cried out, raising his hand like an eager schoolboy who's sure he has the answer to his teacher's question.

"Go ahead." Jeanine invited, getting to her feet. "I'll go help Dave with those drinks." she said.

"I'm sure you will!" Scott exclaimed sarcastically, not being able to hold it in anymore.

To his surprise, Angela laughed and playfully slapped him instead of scolding him for being immature.

Jeanine shot him the evil eye before heading for the kitchen.

* * *

Dave leaned over, rummaging through the refrigerator for nothing in particular, but savoring the feel of the coldness on his burning face. He felt a hand rest on his shoulder and jumped a foot in the air, hitting his head on the shelf that held fruits and vegetables.

"Ow, shit!" he cursed, gripping the sore part of his head and turning on his heels to meet Jeanine.

"I'm so sorry Dave." she said right away.

"About telling everyone or about making me basically crack my skull open?" he asked, seeming too calm for the situation at hand.

Jeanine managed a small smile. "Both actually." she replied. "I'm sorry I told them; Kelly's just really getting on my nerves lately, and I have killer PMS." she explained. "I just snapped, and I'm sorry I blurted out something so personal in the process."

Dave sighed. He was always quick to forgive because he didn't believe in holding grudges. "Forget it." he said with a shrug and turned back to the refrigerator to get out some soda for everyone.

Jeanine smiled to herself as she got an excellent view of his butt. Not being able to help herself, she reached out and gave it a pinch, causing Dave to jump. He looked back at her in confusion and alarm.

"Sorry. Opportunity rarely knocks twice." she said softly, gazing up into his dark brown Chihuahua eyes with a coy smile plastered on her face.

Dave cracked a smile of his own and set two two-liter bottles of soda on the counter. He didn't say anything more to her as he went to the cabinet and got out several glasses, placing them all down on the counter below.

"You don't forgive me do you?' Jeanine asked, pouting.

"I do Jen." Dave insisted.

"No you don't." she said, approaching him from behind and slipping her arms around his shoulders. "So why don't I make it up to you." she purred in his ear.

Dave felt his face become hot as he began to pour soda into the cups, pretending not to notice her.

"What's the matter Dave?" she asked. "You don't think I'm pretty?"

"I do Jeanine..." he trailed off. "But..."

"But what?" she asked, nestling her face beside his.

"I don't know." Dave said sighing as he filled the last cup.

He pulled away from her grasp as he carried three glasses out into the living room. Jeanine watched him leave and slumped back against the counter.

"I'll get you Dave. You'd better believe that." she murmured to herself, then took some glasses in hand and followed after him.

* * *

"Damnit you guys!" Timber exclaimed. "How come everybody's picking truth! This game is called truth or dare, therefore automatically making dare one of the options." she continued. "This has proven to be a pretty sucky-ass game."

"Why does everything have to suck ass?" Bob asked out of context.

"Gee Bob, maybe cause you're here." Timber said jokingly.

Bob pushed her head playfully. "Shuddup!" he laughed. "I mean you always say 'suck-ass' why ass?" he asked thoughtfully.

"You're on crack." Dave informed his triplet brother.

"I just say it that way." Timber said with a shrug. "Why, would you prefer it suck dick instead?" she asked bluntly.

Everybody tried to stifle their laughter.

"It could take lessons from Jeanine!" Kelly announced out of nowhere.

"Shut up bitch!" Jen exclaimed, throwing a pillow at her, but missing and hitting Bob over the head with it.

"Ow." Bob said emotionlessly.

"So whose turn is it?" Dave asked.

"This game sucks!" Timber announced. "Not the game in general, but this particular round of the game sucks more ass... I mean dick... than I thought humanly possible."

"Let's do something else." Jeanine suggested, a grin becoming evident on her full and soft lips.

"Like what." Timber asked with a grouchy tone of voice.

"Well it's like truth, except we call it the personal question game." Jeanine explained.

"You better not be just making this up as you go along." Timber said firmly. "And if it sucks, I won't be a very happy camper."

Bob giggled. "Camper." he said. "Campers camp in the forest. The forest has trees, which are made of wood. Timber is a type of wood, and Timber is your name!" he giggled.

"I swear to God he's on crack." Dave said tastelessly.

"And some bad crack at that." Timber reinforced.

"Well soooorry that I'm not a sour puss like the rest of you." Bob stated with dignity.

Ben coughed out a laugh, nearly spitting out the Coke that he'd been drinking.

"Oh grow up!" Bob exclaimed.

"ANYWAYS..." Jeanine said rather loudly to get the attention back on her. "So everyone sits in a circle and we get and object to pass around. The person who starts with the object gets to state the question, and when the object... let's say we'll use this pillow. When the pillow comes back around to them, they have to answer the question then pass it on to the next person to state another question." she explained.

"Well it sounds more appealing than truth or dare!" Timber said, clapping her hands together. "Let's play!"

"Okay, everyone form a circle, sitting boy-girl of course." Jeanine directed, scooting into the center of the floor.

The nine teens formed a large circle around the coffee table.

"I'll start." Jeanine said, taking the pillow she had previously chucked at her cousin.

"On what grounds?" Kelly challenged, in a belligerent mood.

"Under the ground that I have a better ass than you!" Jeanine exclaimed.

"Can't argue with that." Timber said sarcastically.

"Well if we're going by asses, I think I should be the one to go first." Bob spoke up.

"No, it should be me." Scott insisted. "DEFINATELY."

"God! Shut up you guys!" Dave exclaimed. "Your always arguing about something!" he scolded, taking the pillow from Jeanine.

Everyone went silent.

"Now I'm going first and my question is: Out of everyone in this room, and you can't pick yourself, who has the best ass?" he asked, then passed the pillow to Jeanine on his left.

"Dave." Jeanine said with a flirtatious smile shot his way. She passed it on the Ben.

"Well even though it's boney, I have to say Timber." he said. "She knows how to work them short shorts." he joked, passing the pillow on to her.

Timber used the pillow as a blunt object to hit him with. "I have long legs therefore most of my shorts will be short, and I say the best ass award goes to... Ben, because he also knows how to wear those short shorts." she said with a wink.

Bob got the pillow next. "Well, I'll have to say Clint because we're identical and if he has the best ass then so do I." he stated, then handed the pillow off the Kelly.

"You're the biggest retard I've ever met." Clint laughed.

"Clint." Kelly answered shortly.

"Well I have to say Bob for the same reason he said me, but you'd be second Kelly." Clint said with a cheesy smile.

"This is a dumb question Dave!" Scott announced.

"You're just mad because nobody likes your ugly ass." Dave said flatly.

"I like Scott's ass." Angela said with a smile.

"Thank you sweetheart." Scott said, sticking his tongue out at his youngest brother.

"Eeeew Scott what are you insinuating?" Bob mocked in a whiny voice.

"Shut up Bob!" Scott laughed. " And we know that I'm going to say Angela's butt is best because it's the epitome of all that is wonderful as far as butts go." he said with a smile.

"That was so touching." Timber said sarcastically.

Scott wrinkled his nose at her as he passed Dave the pillow.

"Well it's pretty obvious who I'm going to choose as having the best ass..." Dave started to say. "Myself!" he exclaimed proudly.

"But I thought you couldn't choose yourself." Kelly stated.

"No, you didn't understand me correctly." Dave said. "I said you couldn't choose yourself. I said nothing about those rules applying to me as well." he said while being met with two other throw pillows.

"You know," Timber started to say as the rants died down. "They say human's use 10% of their brains. Well I think, and I'm sure the rest of you will agree, that Dave and Bob took one share and split it because some of the stuff they've said tonight leads me to believe..."

Everyone started to laugh except for Bob and Dave.

"I see how it is." Bob said defiantly. "I see exactly how it is..."

"Oh and how is it Bob?" Scott asked with a skeptically raised eyebrow." Bob started to speak but Scott cut him off. "Here's an idea!" he said suddenly and with false enthusiasm. "Why don't we let someone with more than half a brain pick the next question!" he suggested.

Jeanine reclaimed her right to the pillow. "I'm going to pose the next question." she said.

Everyone waited patiently for her to say what she had to say.

"How far have you ever gone with anyone?" she asked, passing the pillow to Ben.

"Um..." Ben began, trying to think of how to phrase his reply. "I guess you could call it third base." he replied.

"What does third base mean?" Angela asked.

"Okay, if you want me to go into detail..." Ben trailed off. "Just your basic up the shirt, down the pants kind of thing." he explained, then passed the pillow to Timber.

"If anyone laughs at me, I will seriously kick some ass. Not only am I Catholic, but I'm also a flat chested thirteen year old. Let's just say I haven't gotten past the dug-out yet."

"What does Catholic have to do with it?" Scott asked.

"There's a whole bunch of rules in you're interested to hear them." Timber replied.

"Rules?" Scott asked.

"No fornication... no birth control of any sort... the list goes on and I'm sure you probably don't want to hear it."

"Oh, so you're like, strict Catholic?" Dave asked.

"Not really strict, but it serves as a good excuse for me not going up to bat." she joked then gave Bob the pillow.

"Third." he replied, then gave the pillow to Kelly. “And I’m Catholic too.”

"First base." she said quickly, and passed the pillow on.

"Somewhere between first and second." Clint replied.

"First." Angela said.

"Then there's Scott who hits a home run every time." Bob said loudly.

"Do not!" Scott exclaimed. "I admit that I've seen the dark side of third base, but never home plate. I've got good Christian beliefs you know." he said with dignity.

"My ass!" Clint exclaimed. "You not only go past home, but you circle the bases twice before even thinking about going back to the dug out!"

"First off, that made no sense whatsoever Clint." Scott said. "And second of all I think I'd know a bit more about the status of my virginity than you would."

"I still don't believe you." Clint stated.

"Well up yours because I'm telling the truth butt much." Scott said.

"You're a virgin?" Bob asked candidly.

"I don't remember anyone else getting interrogated!" Scott exclaimed.

"Oh, just wait until we get to Jeanine!" Kelly laughed.

"Oh go get a breast reduction." Jeanine said glibly.

Kelly shot her a look that would have killed her right on the spot it possible.

"I've gone to third base." Dave announced, trying to get everyone's attention, but only succeeding in coming off sounding like he was bragging about it. He hurriedly passed it on to Jeanine.

"I am a third baser too." Jeanine announced.

"Yeah, for under fifty bucks and hour!" Kelly quipped loudly.

"That's it!" Jeanine shouted, ready to dive across the table and choke her cousin. Dave gripped her arm to stop her.

"My turn!" Ben said hugging the pillow into his stomach while he thought of something interesting to ask. He ran his fingers through his dark hair. "I got it. Okay. Have you ever had a fantasy or experience with someone of the same gender and would you?" he passed the pillow to Timber.

"I haven't, nor have I fantasized about it... but I don't know if I ever would. I'll probably have an orgy sometime." she joked.

"Are you serious?" Dave asked, his eyes as wide as saucers.

Timber shrugged. "I don't know, I live by the moment." she replied.

"Okay, you and Jeanine make out right now." Bob directed.

"No!" Timber exclaimed. "I'm not drunk enough for that!" she joked, then passed the pillow to Bob.

"No, no, and heeeeeellllllll no." Bob replied, giving it to Kelly.

"Absolutely not for all three." she said with a disgusted look on her face.

"Well now I feel like a dike!" Tim laughed.

"Hell no." Clint said firmly. "I don't do the multiple partners thing... unless they're both girls."

"No for the first two, but I don't know about the third." Angela replied. "You never know.."

"Okay." Scott said. "You, me and Jeanine, upstairs, now."

"Why does everyone assume I'll be up for whatever their sick minds can conjure up?" Jeanine asked, outraged.

"Cause you're a slut!" Timber, Kelly, Ben, and Bob chorused.

"I hate you guys." Jeanine said flatly.

"So what's your answer Scott?" Timber pressed.

"Three no's, all in a row." he said, passing the pillow on.

"That's gross. I would never mess around with another guy." Dave said firmly.

"Yeah, what's up with that Ben? that's a sick question." Clint scolded.

Ben smiled weakly at him. “I was thinking about the girls.”

"Well I have been with a girl before, but not like you would think." Jeanine spoke up, playing with a loose string on the pillow.

"Do tell." Scott said with a devilish grin.

"My older sister Chris had a bunch of friends over, she's eighteen. And we were all playing some stupid game, kind of like strip poker, but without the poker part."

"So you guys were just getting naked?" Bob asked, confused.

"Kind of." Jeanine replied.

"Hurry up and get to the part where you dike out with some chick!" Bob urged.

Jeanine laughed. "I was kidding Bob. I've never been with a girl and I've never fantasized about one, but I can't tell you that I'll never be with a girl... I don't know." she said, then passed the pillow on.

"Cock tease." Bob muttered under his breath, granting himself an elbowing from Timber and Kelly.

"Sicko!" Timber said.

"Well I'd have to say no to all of those questions too." Ben lied.

"Yeah right Ben. When we were in pre-school you used to always yank it out and..." Angela smacked her boyfriend on the arm.

"Scott!" she scolded.

"Well it's true." Scott said quietly.

Ben was beet red by then.

"We gotta go you guys." Kelly announced. "It's a little past midnight."

"I'll drive you." Scott said, getting to his feet.

Everyone else followed suit. Timber and Bob linked arms and began to sing their tribute to the others.

"Damn you guys, take some singing lessons." Clint muttered.

* * *

All nine of them piled into Frank's white Ford Expedition, Scott behind the wheel. Kelly's house would be their first stop because she had to get home as soon as possible. Timber had gone along with all of them just for the ride.

"Hey guys," Jeanine said, addressing everyone in the vehicle. "I heard that this club downtown was having a teen night on Friday. We should go."

"That's sounds like fun." Bob commented clapping his hands together.

"Airhead!" Timber teased, smacking him in the chest.

Bob started laughing.

"God Bob, quit acting like some fucking crack-baby." Clint said.

"I am NOT a crack baby." Bob said defiantly.

"Here we go again..." Dave muttered, plugging his fingers in his ears.

"Hey you guys!" Timber suddenly exclaimed from the far back seat where she was nestled in with Bob, Ben, and Dave. "We sould all go on a road trip!"

"But I haven't packed!" Bob exclaimed, panicking.

"Shut up!" Ben cried, slapping him on the back of the head.

Bob tried to stifle a laugh. He was very tickled by the fact that he was getting on everyone's nerves.

"I OBVIOUSLY didn't mean now." Timber continued. "But I mean, like during spring break, or during the summer or something, we should all just go for a road trip somewhere." she explained.

"We should go to Ohio!" Clint suddenly exclaimed.

Everyone looked at him; even Scott glanced back at him in the rear-view mirror.

"I'm serious you guys!" Clint said.

"See Bob, now you're rubbing off on Clint!" Timber joked.

Bob smiled proudly.

"Why Ohio?" Kelly asked skeptically.

"Because I was watching this thing on TV, a commercial, and it said that they were building a new roller-coaster there, the tallest in the world, called Millenium Force. It was saweeeeeet. Like three hundred and ten feet!"

"Actually it's three hundred ten feet." Bob corrected.

"That's what I said." Clint snapped, rolling his eyes.

"No, you said three hundred and ten feet which would indicate that a decimal was between the three hundred and the ten. That's incorrect." Bob clarified.

"Shut up smart ass!"

"At least he's putting that 5% of brain power to use. Dave hasn't yet held up his end of the bargain." Timber commented.

"I'm not nearly as retarded as Bob." Dave stated.

Scott pulled the Expedition into Kelly's driveway.

"Thanks for the ride." Kelly said as she climbed over Jeanine's legs to get out.

"No prob." Scott said.

Clint climbed out after his girlfriend to walk her to the door. Once they were both out of the car, he slid his hand in hers and walked her to the front door.

"So this is good-night I guess." he said as she got her keys out.

"I'll call you tomorrow." she said leaning forward to kiss him.

Their lips met, but not in a small peck as they would usually share in a situation like this. Clint opened his mouth to her and offered his tongue. She graciously accepted, making the same offer. Their kiss lasted for a few seconds longer than intended.

"See ya." Clint said, once they parted.

"Hopefully sooner than later." she added, opening the door to her sleeping house.

Clint offered a limp wave and bounded down the front steps to the running sport utility in the driveway. When he got back into the car, Ben had changed positions and moved to the center row of seats next to Jeanine so they all had more room.

"Good show Clint." Dave said from behind him.

Clint flushed bright red. "Shut up Dave." he said shortly. "I'm not the one who makes oral sex a platonic event."

Dave glanced briefly at Jeanine who looked back at him. He kept his mouth shut.

The next stop was Jeanine's house which was a three houses down from Kelly's. She was more than eager to get out of the car. "I'll see you guys!" she called, closing the vehicle door firmly.

Scott didn't pull out of her driveway until he saw that she was in her house.

Dave immediately kicked the back of Clint's seat. "Asshole." he snapped.

"What was that for!" Clint shouted, turning around and smacking his brother on the leg.

"That was for the stupid little remark you made." Dave said, hitting Clint back.

Always being one to have to have the last word, Cling smacked him back. "Well you made your little remark first!"

"Yeah, well still!" Dave said, smacking him.

Timber reached up and smacked both of them on the back of the heads. "Cut it out! Are you three or are you four?" she scolded.

Dave shot a glare in his brother's direction. Clint returned the look then turned back to face front.

"P-chhhhh!" Bob said, imitating the sound of a whip.

"SHUT UP!" Dave and Clint told him in unison.

Bob grinned. "Oh my God, PMS!" he said in a bubbly voice.

Scott turned off the ignition and got out of the car to walk Angela to her door. Dave looked out the window, watching intently what transpired on his love interest's front porch.

Scott gently placed his lips over hers while sliding his hands around her waist. Angela's arms went around his neck, and they commenced a make-out session right there under her porch-light.

"Set up camp folks, this could take all night." Ben said, looking away.

"That's so gross!" Clint said tastelessly.

"And what exactly were you doing with Kelly just a few minutes ago?" Dave asked.

"That was a kiss." Clint explained. "I'm surprised he isn't feeling her up right now!"

"Yeah, they seem to be headed for all out copulation." Bob commented.

"Making whoopie on the front porch with her parents just inside... that seems to be just like something Scott would do." Ben laughed.

"He probably has a purple headed yogurt slinger by now." Bob said.

"A what?" Timber asked.

"He's probably sportin' the wood, having a plethoric third leg... an anaconda with rigor mortis..." Bob rattled off.

"Okay, SHUT UP." Timber said, holding her hands to her ears. "That is just about the nastiest thing I've heard all day."

"Pedro's popped up to say hello!" Bob added.

"Can we switch spots Dave?" Timber requested.

"Hell no, you're stuck with him for the duration of the car ride." Dave replied.

"Bonnnnnnner!" Bob sang.

Timber covered his mouth with her hand. "You little pervert!" she exclaimed, then snatched her hand back. "You licked me!" she said in disbelief, wiping her hand on his pants.

Bob grinned.

"He's all hyper now..." Clint said in an irritated fashion. "While the rest of us want to go to bed."

He leaned into the front seat and honked the horn to remind his older brother that there were people that wanted to get home.

Scott and Angela ripped apart and looked back at the vehicle. The exchanged a few words, then she went inside and Scott hurried back to the car.

"It's about damn time." Dave said bitterly.

"What's up your ass?" Scott asked, fastening his seat belt. He pulled out of the Tendero's driveway and headed off for Ben's house.

"Nothing." Dave said quickly. "I just don't enjoy watching two people almost having sex in public."

Clint and Bob looked at their brother. They knew why he was so upset but knew better than to say anything.

"Well this certainly was a fun-filled night." Bob said, changing the subject.

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