Timber, who was sitting in her inflatable chair with her grey lab top on her lap, glanced up at him. "Be gentle with Miss-Pretty-Kitty." she told him, noticing that he was tossing her beloved stuffed cat up in the air and catching it like one would a tennis ball.

"Miss-Pretty-Kitty sucks." he told her.

"You suck." she said, going back to surfing the web.

"So what is Jeanine talking about." he urged.

"Oh yeah, she wants us all to go to this club tonight. She said something about it the other day, remember?" she asked. "Oh yeah, you were to hocked up on crack to remember anything." she said, remembering the mood her friend had been in.

Bob grinned. "Crack this!" he said, punching the stuffed animal in the face.

Timber put her portable computer down and jumped off her chair, snatching the kitten out of his hands. "You're mean." she told him, flopping down on the bed next to him.

"It's cute." he commented, scooting over and giving her room then taking a good look at the inanimate object in her arms.

"Then why'd you tried to beat the fluff out of it?" Tim challenged, smacking him on the arm.

"Why'd you try to beat the fluff out of it?" Bob mocked in a high-pitched and whiny voice.

Timber pulled a lock of his hair. "Give the kitty a kiss." she said.

"Hell no. Kitty sucks dick." he said defiantly.

"Kiss it!" Timber growled, sitting up and trying to force the cat to his lips.

"Get that ball of lint away from me!" Bob laughed. "I'm partial to stuffed bears." he insisted.

With a moment's struggle, Timber somehow managed to get the stuffed animal’s lips against Bob's. "Ha! See that wasn't so bad. You kissed kitty, now we're all happy." she said, laying back down.

"I did NOT kiss the kitty!" Bob exclaimed, wiping his mouth with his wrist. "Kitty kissed me! Kitty is a fucking rapist."

"Shut up Retard!" Timber said, rolling on her side trying to contain her hysterical laughter.

"So when are we going to this club?" Bob asked, taking another stuffed animal from up by her pillows.

"I already told you blondie; tonight."

"Oh yeah. What time is it?" he asked, hanging his head off the bed and trying to read her digital alarm clock upside down.

"Two-ish. Why?" Timber replied.

"I just wanted to know."

"You're wearing a watch by the way." Timber said, pointing to the G-Shock watch on his left wrist.

"Oh yeah." he said, sighing.

"What do you want to do?" she asked. "Do you want to read stuff about you guys on the net? Some of the rumors are hilarious, and probably true. Especially the one about you being gay..." she teased.

Bob pinched her side. "Shut up! I'm as straight as they come Mrs. I-Live-By-The-Moment-And-Would-Probably-Have-A-Sexual-Experience-With-A-Girl!!"

"That's not what I meant. You suck!" she said, pinching him back. "Literally." she added with a sly grin.

"I do not." Bob stated defensively. "Besides, most of the gay rumors about Scott." he added.

"I don't see why, he seems like the type to go after anything in a skirt." Tim stated, playing with the ribbon around her stuffed cat's neck.

"Oh he is." Bob clarified.

"Want to get your ass whuped at video games?" she asked; a creative way of asking him if he wanted to play Nintendo.

"It'll be the other way around, but sure." Bob replied, getting up off her bed.

They were just out her bedroom door when he phone rang. Timber went back inside to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Hey Tim, it's Jeanine."

"Hey Jeanine." Timber said, leaning back against her desk.

"Be ready by eight. We're going club hopping tonight." she said before hanging up.

Timber took the phone away from her ear and looked at it in disbelief. "This isn't some ransom movie, I don’t need the enigmatic phone calls." she murmured as she put the cordless phone back in it's cradle.

"Jen said we have to be ready by eight." she told Bob who was waiting in the hall.

"Kay." he said, leading the way down the steps to her basement.

* * *

"So what should I wear?" Clint asked Dave who was sitting on his bed.

"Go naked." Dave replied absently, as he flipped through one of Clint's Sports Illustrated Swimsuit magazines.

"Shut up Dave." Clint said, turning back to his closet.

"What?!" Dave asked, sounding unbelievably hurt.

"I said shut up!" Clint repeated. "What?" he asked, noticing his brother's sad tone. "I've said that to you before." he joked.

"I know..." Dave said in a sad, near-tears, whisper. "But this time... your heart wasn't in it."

Clint looked back at his triplet. Dave didn't notice and went on looking at his magazine. He picked up a pillow and wapped his youngest brother over the head with it.

"Retard!" Clint exclaimed, then turned back to his closet.

"They don't call me stupid for nothing." Dave said with a smirk as he turned the page.

Clint just shook his head with pity and continued to weed through his myriad of clothes.

"Hey guys!" Scott said cheerfully as he walked into the room.

"Ugh, make it go away." Dave muttered under his breath.

"Funny D, very funny." Scott said as he leaped onto Dave's back, laying across him on the bed.

"Get the fuck off!" Dave cried, trying to wriggle out from under his brother's weight.

"Ooooh, is someone crabby?" Scott asked, lying directly on top of him so his face was right by Dave's ear.

"You guys can copulate, just not on my bed." Clint quipped. "I just washed the sheets."

"Eeew sick Clint!" Dave cried still trying to push Scott off. "You're one sick monkey."

Scott grabbed hold on Dave's fingers just as he tried to poke him in the eye. He started to twist.

"What were ya trying to do there Davey?" Scott asked. "Trying to poke my eyes out? Where ya buddy?"

"Let go!" Dave wailed, trying to pull his index and middle fingers from his brother's grasp. "That hurts Scott! Let go!" he continued.

Scott twisted even harder.

"LET GO!!!" Dave shrieked, near tears.

"Not until you say 'Scott's the coolest guy in the world'!" Scott challenged.

"The Bible says not to lie Scott." Clint pointed out glibly.

"You!" Scott said, looking up at his other brother who was holding pants up to his body. "Shut up!"

"Let go!" Dave screamed again, almost crying.

"What's all the commotion about?" Frank boomed from outside the door. He was inside within seconds.

"Dad make him get off!" Dave whined, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"Cry baby!" Scott teased, pulling his fingers harder in the irregular position. He didn't even care that his father was in the room. "SAY IT!!"

Dave's fingers popped loudly, Scott let go instantly. "OWWWW!!!" Dave screamed. "You broke my fucking finger ass hole!" he shouted, shoving Scott off of him with amazing strength, and sending him tumbling to the floor. "He broke it Dad!" Dave complained, displaying his finger for his father to see.

"Scott," Frank said in a warning voice. "Out, NOW!" he yelled, then examined his youngest sons fingers.

"And all this just has to go down in my room of all places." Clint mumbled.

"SCOTT!!!" Frank bellowed causing Clint to wince.

"What Dad?" Scott asked, bounding back into the room.

"Look at what you did to your brother's fingers!" he exclaimed, basically shoving them under his nose.

"What?" Scott asked as if he didn't notice the swelling.

"Drive him to the Emergency room to get a splint on them." Frank ordered.

"Oh come on Dad, look at them! They are NOT broken! Dave's just a little pansy-ass piss ant!" Scott fumed.

"I said NOW Scott!" Frank exclaimed. "Now do as I ask!"

Scott made a face at his father then pulled Dave up off the bed by his wrist. "Let's go Tinkerbell." he grumbled.

"I don't know what's gotten into that kid. He gets worse as the days go." Frank said, shaking his head after Scott and Dave had gone.

"That's Scott for ya." Clint said, re-hanging his pants.

Frank just shook his head in pity as he left the room.

* * *

Jeanine held the powder blue tube top she had taken out of her sister's closet up to her body.

"Does this go?" she asked herself, also wearing black pants.

"Jeanine! We gotta go!" her older sister Christina called from the hallway.

"Coming!" Jeanine said, deciding that the tube top did indeed go with the pants... after all, black goes with everything.

She threw it down on her bed and peeled off her tank top, taking her bra off too.

"Strapless, strapless, strapless..." she chanted to herself, hurrying over to her big oak dresser. "Wait..." she paused, opening the drawer halfway. "Dave would probably like it if I didn't wear a bra at all."

She grinned and went back to her bed, sliding the tube over her head in one swift motion.

"Can you tell?" she asked herself, examining her chest from all angles in her full length mirror.

"JEANINE! Get your skanky ass down here!" Christina screamed from the bottom of the steps. "I'm waiting in the car and if you don't come down in twenty seconds, I'm leaving!"

"Me have a skanky ass?" Jeanine demanded under her breath. "Excuse me miss I-Lost-My-Virginity-At-Twelve."

She grabbed her lip gloss and slipped on platform sandals, taking off down the steps.

* * *

"Clint! Hurry your skinny little body down here!" Scott yelled.

"Shut up pretty boy!" Clint exclaimed from inside his bedroom.

"Where's Dave?" Bob asked, passing through the front hall from where he was on the computer in the office.

"Kitchen." Scott replied, ascending the steps.

Bob nodded and went through the living room to the kitchen where he found Dave seated at the table drinking apple juice.

"Hey Davey. What did mean old Scott do to your fingers?" he asked.

“He pulled them out of the sockets so the doctor had to set them!" Dave said bitterly.

"Sucks to be you." Bob said as the doorbell rang. "That's probably the girls." he said.

"And Ben." Dave added, wanting to be politically accurate.

Bob went out into the front hall, leaving Dave alone with his thoughts in the kitchen.

"Hey y'all." Bob said, opening the door.

"Hey, you guys ready?" Jean asked.

"Clint's trying to get beautiful... that should take a while." Bob said, leading the way into the living room.

"Clint is hot Bob!" Kelly said defensively.

"And he looks just like you." Ben pointed out.

"Have you ever heard of twin to twin transfusion?" Bob asked. "Like when one twin gets all the blood and the other one dies?"

"Yeah..." Ben replied.

"Well, it's like that, except with looks. I just happened to be the lucky one."

"Shut up Bob!" Kelly laughed, hitting his arm. "Don't tease my Clint."

"Your what?" Dave asked, walking into the room.

"She said Clint." Bob clarified.

"Oh." Dave said with a light chuckle. "I thought she said something else."

"Perv." Ben scolded.

Dave plopped in the recliner.

"Take a seat ladies... and Ben... this could take a while with Clint and all. I'm sure Scott's beating some sense into him."

Angela took a seat on the arm of the recliner, right next to Dave. Kelly and Ben sat on the couch with Bob between them and Jeanine settled into the loveseat with Timber.

Dave looked at Angela in surprise. She was so close to him. He could feel her thigh on the hairs of his arm. She smelled so good... and she was so beautiful... just her presence made him feel good...

"You okay Dave?" Ben asked, raising a concerned eyebrow.

Dave looked up in surprise. "Huh?" he asked, accidentally leaning back in the chair and sending it up into the reclining position.

Angela let out a weak squak as she tumbled back on top of him. Dave's face turned bright red.

"Sorry!" he apologized. "I am sooooo sorry."

Angela broke out into laughter. "It's alright!"

"What's going on here Dave? Are you hitting on my girl?" Scott asked, walking into the living room with Clint behind him.

Angela pushed herself up on Dave’s chest to get up off of him.

"No." Dave said too quickly.

"You guys ready?" Jeanine asked Scott and Clint.

"Finally." Scott replied, glancing back at Clint.

Jeanine got up from the couch and the group left the house. Heading out to the driveway where Chris was parked in her parent's mini van waiting for them.

"We're not all going to fit comfortably." Jeanine informed them. "It'll be a tight fit."

In the car, Jeanine got in the front seat with her sister while the other piled in behind. It was only a seven-seater vehicle, having only two seats and an aisle in the middle row so it took a moment to work out the seating arrangements. Kelly and Angela sat in the two single seats with Clint on the floor in the isle. In the farthest back row, the four boys squeezed in while Timber sat on Dave's lap.

"Beware of the bony ass." Ben said.

Timber poked him in the arm. "I do NOT have a bony ass." she said.

Scott sat by the right window with Ben next to him. Dave and Timber sat closest to Bob who was next to the left window. Everyone was uncomfortable.

Timber looked around the car at her different friends. Kelly was sitting with her legs crossed in a watercolor yellow and blue dress and cork platforms. Angela was wearing a simple red tank top and navy blue shorts. She wore mostly red for the reason that it looked excellent on her. Red also looked great on Clint; and he took advantage of this fact by wearing a red button-down dress shirt with the sleeves rolled and the top three buttons undone. He was also wearing simple black pants. Timber herself was wearing a red tank top and black capris.

Bob was very simply dressed. He was wearing khaki pants and a white wife beater, while Dave was wearing just the same except with shorts and a blue hibiscus shirt over. Ben was in his usual tight white t-shirt, this one saying "I'm going nucking futs!", a play on words, and pressed khakis. Scott dressed simply in gray pants and a white button down with a wife beater underneath...

"Ow." Timber said, holding her head after it hit the ceiling when the car went over a speed bump.

"Your butt is bony." Dave said, trying to adjust her so she wasn't sitting directly on his now sore legs.

"Well I can't help that." she said passively, wriggling with his hands as he shifted her by the hips.

"You could eat something..." Ben joked.

Scott laughed.

"Or I could put my foot up your ass." she shot back.

Ben grinned at the thought.

"You guys are like an old married couple." Dave joked.

"No, that's him and Jeanine." Timber laughed.

Jeanine grinned in the front seat.

"So what exactly is 'teen night'?" Clint spoke up.

"It's just that. Teen night." Jeanine replied. "It's a night when you have to be between fourteen and eighteen or something like that."

"Oh." Clint said, turning his gaze to back out the window.

"Okay, your butt is really bugging me." Dave said, out of context. He tried to open her legs so she could sit between them, but there wasn't enough room to, so he passed her on to Ben.

"Hey!" Ben cried. "I've felt the wrath of the bony ass... never again." he said, passing her by the hips to Scott.

“I'm not a bad Christmas pie!" Timber exclaimed. "You don't need to pass me around like that."

"Just stay on Scott's lap then." Ben said.

"You guys are mean. My butt isn't that bad." she said frowning.

"It really isn't." Scott agreed.

The other three in the back seat and Clint looked back at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Nevermind." Clint said, shaking his head.

"Okay, we're here. Get out of my car." Christina said in monotone, only half joking.

Nevertheless, the group of nine merrily obliged, piling out of the cramped space.

It was already starting to get dark out, the sky was a swirl of purples, greys, pinks and oranges as the sun set. Angela stared up at the sky in amazement.

"Pretty isn't it?" Scott said, coming up beside her.

Angela turned to him and laughed nervously. "I've always like sunsets for some reason." she admitted, blushing at how stupid she thought she sounded.

Scott slid and arm around her shoulder. "It is pretty." he said again, only slightly understanding what she meant.

"You guys coming or not?" Ben called.

Scott exchanged a grin with Angela. "Peace never lasts." he said.

She smiled and allowed him the drag her along with him.

"The line's so long! Did everybody in town decide to come here?" Bob complained.

"Don't worry about it." Jeanine said with an esoteric grin. She led them to the front. "Wait here." she directed, going up to the bouncer, a big, bald man with a tattoo of one of the angel babies seen on the toilet paper packages on his arm.

They watched as she exchanged a few words with the man then gave him a big hug. He gestured humbly for her to enter.

"Come on guys!" she called, motioning for them to follow her in.

Bob and Ben exchanged looks of surprise.

"Jen just got us hooked up!" Timber said excitedly, hurrying up to join her friend.

"Okay... what just happened here?" Clint asked.

"Just come on Clint!" Kelly said, pulling him along by the hand.

"No line... that's always good." Bob laughed.

Inside, the music pulsated from the speakers. Strobe lights flashed throughout the room, and teenage bodies over populated the small area, some dancing, some wondering around, and some doing other various things. Timber and Jeanine, being born and bred party animals, went straight out to the dance floor.

"Wanna dance?" Scott asked Angela.

"Pardon?" she called, not hearing him.

"Wanna dance?" he asked, a little louder over the din.

"What?" she asked, still not hearing her.

Scott took her by the hand and pulled her out onto the floor, leaving Kelly, Clint, Bob, Ben, and Dave standing in the doorway.

"I'm going to go wondering." Bob said casually.

"Wait for me." Dave said, following him.

"I'm going to go get something to drink." Cling stated. "You want?" he asked Kelly.

"Sure, why not." she said with a shrug.

"Okay, so just leave me here you guys." Ben said bitterly.

"Come on then!" Clint said, pulling him by the wrist, and catching Ben by surprise.

* * *

Jeanine settled down at the bar next to Timber.

"Did you see that guy that was staring at you?" Timber laughed. " I say you dump Dave for him!"

"Naw. That guy wasn't even that cute. I'm not that into blondes." Jeanine said. "I've had some bad experiences with them being air-heady."

"That's so mean to say!" Timber laughed, signaling the bartender over.

"Hey ladies." he said, coming over. "What'll it be?"

"Um... Ginger Ale is perfect." Timber said.

"And you?" the guy asked.

"Same." Jeanine said, not really paying attention. She was scanning the crowd for Dave. She had been keeping close tabs on him all night so far.

"Coming right up." the bartender, a brunette in his early twenties said with a chipper smile.

Timber returned his smile, always one to be friendly.

"Hey." the guy she had recognized as the guy who had been watching them all night said, suddenly standing in front of Jeanine.

"Ummm.. hi." Jeanine said back, not too interested.

"Wanna dance?" he asked, sliding onto the stool next to her.

"Maybe later." Jen replied.

"Okay." he said with a warm smile. "My name's Matt, by the way.

"Well hello there Matt." she said, her voice dry.

"Can I buy you a drink for now?" he asked her.

"I've already got one coming." she replied, looking at him for the first time. He looked older than eighteen.

"Well that's okay." he said, holding up his fingers trying to catch the bartender's attention. "Forget about this pretty ladies previous order. Two beers please." he said shortly, then flashed Jeanine a charming smile.

"You really don't have to... Matt... I'd prefer ginger ale anyhow." she assured him.

"Can I see some ID?" the bartender said flatly.

Matt heaved a sigh and dug in his pocket. He took out his billfold and gingerly displaying his drivers license.

The bartender nodded in approval and took off on his way to fetch the beers.

Jeanine stared off into the crowd with extreme disinterest.

"So sweetheart..." Matt trailed off.

"My name's not sweetheart." Jeanine informed him flatly.

"Then what is it?" he asked, smiling smugly.

"Jeanine." she replied, then wanted to kick herself. She knew she shouldn't have just given him her name.

"Okay... so Jeanine."

"What?" she asked impatiently.

"Here you go." the bartender said, sliding the two glasses over to them.

"Thanks." Matt said, slipping the man a five dollar bill. "Your friend left." he informed Jeanine.

"Timber?" Jen turned around in her seat to face the empty seat where her best friend previously was.

She never noticed when Matt slipped a tiny ecstasy pill into her drink.

* * *

"You guys are so cool!" a blonde gushed, twisting her hair around her little finger and smiling coyly.

"Yeah... your music totally rocks!" her Asian friend piped in.

"And your so cute too." a red head added.

Dave and Bob were both grinning at the ego-boost they were receiving.

"Thanks." Dave said.

"I mean, I used to like Hanson, but since you guys came out... I totally forgot about them!" the redhead continued. "By the way, my name's Whitney." she added, extending her hand.

"And I'm Jenny!" the Asian girl exclaimed, not going to be overshadowed by her friend. "... and this is Sandy." she added, gesturing to her blonde friend who was in heaven.

"Nice to meet you guys." Bob said as he shook each of their hands respectively.

"You too!" Sandy exclaimed, finding her voice, but needed to fine tune it so it sounded less high pitched and squeaky.

"We went to your concert once and it was SOOOOOOOO cool." Jenny continued, tossing her mane of black hair over her shoulder. "We were in the front row too! You guys are so much hotter in person... but you're really hot in magazines too so that should say a whole lot."

Dave blushed. "Thanks."

"You guys aren't too bad yourselves!" Bob flirted.

"Oh my God! It's the Moffatts!" Timber squeaked running up to them. "I love you guys! You're sooooooooo cool! Oh my God! Will you sign my bra? Oh, I'm not wearing one, so can you just sign my boob?" she joked.

Bob gave her a look that telepathically told her to stop interrupting him when he was macking on the girls.

"Oh my God you guys, like, do you, like, even know who you're, like, talking to????" Timber continued.

"I know!" Whitney agreed taking Timber's hands in hers and squealing. "The Moffatts!"

"I know!" Timber said, equally enthusiastic. "I used to say birth, but no, I think this has to be the best day of my life!" she continued, shooting Bob a grin.

"Totally!" Jenny exclaimed as if the Moffatts weren't even there.

"I have loved them for SO long!" Sandra joined in. "What about you?"

"Oh my God, my mom like used to listen to them when I was in the womb so I started liking them before I was born." Timber replied.

"Yeah! Like, me too!" Whitney agreed.

Bob grabbed Timber by the arm and steered her away. "What are you doing?" he hissed in a horse whisper.

Timber flashed him a grin. "You are such a dork Bob. Those girls don't even have one eighth of a brain between them!" she said. "You have very low standards."

"I wasn't going to ask them for their hands in marriage or anything." he defended. "I was just talking to them."

"And what a conversation it must have been..." Timber said sarcastically.

"Okay Mom." Bob teased, ruffling her hair.

"Well someone has to tell you." she trailed. "I'll go away now, but don't come crawling to me if you earn yourself your own personal stalkers." she turned on her heels and departed.

"So anyway." Bob said, going back to where the girls and Dave were.

* * *

"So Jeanine..." Matt trailed, stroking her arm.

She yanked it away. "Don't do that!" she scolded as she felt an unmistakable tingle between her legs.

"Why?" Matt asked, though he knew perfectly well.

"Just don't okay." Jeanine said, turning red. She got up off the chair and headed into the crowd.

Matt instinctively jumped off his stool and followed her. "Jeanine! Wait!" he said, grabbing her arm and spinning her around.

She looked at him with wild eyes. "Stop." she purred, though she was grinning slyly.

"Why don't we go somewhere where we can talk?" Matt suggested.

Or how about I find Dave and fuck the living daylight out of him? Jeanine thought to herself, starting to get visualizations of her and Dave together.

"Come on Jeanine..." Matt coaxed, stroking her arm again.

She sucked in a sharp breath. Well, he'll do for now. she thought, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the back of the club where the bathrooms were located.

* * *

Dave watched as Jeanine took some guy by the hand and led him towards the back. He craned his neck to see where they were going. The guy looked like he had to be at least twenty years old.

"Dave!" Kelly called, pushing her way through the three airheads to get to him.

"She's so rude!" Jenny exclaimed in a bubbly tone. "Watch it groupie! Wait your turn!"

"Get a life." Kelly sneered. "Where's Clint?" she asked Dave frantically.

"I dunno, why?" Dave asked.

"Did you see Jen?"

"What, are you his girlfriend or something?" Whitney demanded.

"Excuse us for a moment ladies." Dave said, pulling Kelly by the arm and leading her away. "She went towards the back with some guy. I just saw her a few seconds ago." he explained, once they were alone.

"I know Dave! I saw him too!" Kelly panicked. "They were at the bar and I saw him slip something in her drink."

"What????!!!" Dave exclaimed, a bit louder than he had intended.

"I don't know what it was... it was a pill of some sort." Kelly continued frantically. "GHB... something worse... I don't know! We have to find her!" she was near tears.

"Were did she go?" Dave asked.

"Let's go look!" Kelly urged, taking him by the hand and leading him in the direction her cousin had gone in.

* * *

"Oh baby..." Matt moaned, backing Jeanine up against the closed stall door roughly.

"I'm fifteen." she blurted out, staring into his deep brown eyes.

"Me too." Matthew said, leaning in and kissing her neck.

Jeanine moaned loudly. It all felt so good, she was literally going to explode.

"No you're not." she said breathily, sucking his neck passionately.

"So? Does it matter?" he asked, moving his lips to hers.

"Yes." she replied, tasting beer on his tongue. "How old are you really?" she asked, muffled by his lips.

"Old enough to legally get beer, let's just leave it at that."

His hands traveled to her breasts. He felt her hard nipples through the thin cotton fabric of her top. No bra was a good thing.

"Oh! Yes!" Jeanine screamed, panting. "Fuck me!" she screamed. "Just FUCK me!!!"

Matt didn't have to be asked twice. He yanked her tube top down to expose her full breasts. She screamed as he took one into his mouth.

"Oh God!" she cried. "It feels so good!"

"Good..." he grunted, feeling her hands go between his legs.

* * *

"Damnit!" Kelly cursed, stomping her foot. "We have to get her Dave! She could be in trouble!" she wailed, tears brimming her eyes.

"I know Kelly..." Clint coaxed.

"That guy could be raping her for all we know!" Dave exclaimed.

Kelly burst into tears.

Clint shot Dave a death stare.

They got to the farthest back point of the bathroom. There were two grungy bathrooms, one for each gender. The line to the women's room was a mile long it seemed, while to the men's there was no line.

"Yes!" a voice screamed from inside.

Dave looked at Kelly in pure horror.

* * *

"Oh God!" Jeanine screamed.

Matt's lips and tongue worked expertly at her clitoris, sucking and nipping gently at it. Jeanine shoved his head harder between his legs, not able to take the suspense. Matt pulled away.

"Ready for the main event?" he asked with a sly grin.

Jeanine seemed dazed, as if she were seeing stars. "Just make me cum!" she barked, running her hands all over his torso.

She desperately needed his touch, his hands to be all over her. She need him to be inside her. She didn't even care what she needed, she just wanted wild animal sex.

"Thought you'd never ask." Matt said with a grin, ripping down his pants.

"Hurry up already!" she screamed, dropping to her knees and yanking his partially hardened cock out of his pants. She didn't even wait until his pants were fully down until she sloppily stuffed it as far into her mouth as she could.

The stall door flew open, hitting Matt in the back and sending him knocking into the wall. He howled in pain as his sensitive member came in contact with Jeanine's molars.

"What the hell are you doing here!?" she shouted, flustered and grabbing for her pants and top.

"He slipped GHB into your drink!" Dave accused, pointing to Matt.

"It's called Ecstasy actually." Matt corrected flatly as he pulled his shirt on over his head.

"Creep!" Kelly squealed, pushing her way into the stall and starting to beat him with her purse. "She fifteen and you're what? Thirty?" she shouted.

"Kelly!! Stop!" Clint cried, pulling his enraged girlfriend off of him.

"What the hell are you doing Clint?" Kelly yelled angrily. "Let me at him!"

Clint pulled Kelly out of the bathroom so she didn't commit homicide right then and there.

"Just go away you guys!" Jeanine moaned, her feminine spot needing desperate attention. She pulled her pants up.

"We're going home Jen." Dave said trying to pull her up from the floor by her arm.

"She's not going anywhere." Matt boomed, shoving Dave backwards.

"Don't fight you guys, we could make this a group thing." Jeanine bargained, not caring what happened, she just needed sex and that was all there was to it.

"We're going home." Dave reiterated, taking her wrist again.

Jeanine flocked towards him, needing his hands to be all over her. She suddenly got the urge to jump on him.

"Why don't we go somewhere where we can be alone?" she suggested, nipping his ear.

Matt didn't even give Dave a chance to respond. He shoved the younger boy back against the wall.

"Why don't you stay away from her ass hole!"

"You stay away petophile!" Dave shot back, shoving Matt back.

Matt raised his hand to punch Dave.

"Stoppit!" Jeanine screamed, irritated. "Just go away Matt!" she whined, taking Dave by the hand. "We have some business to attend to."

"We are going home." Dave said firmly.

Matt grabbed Jeanine away from Dave. "Don't you want me?" he asked, kissing her lips.

Jeanine kissed back, needing his lips.

"Jen!" Dave exclaimed. "We are going HOME!" he yelled, yanking her away yet again.

"Leave her alone pip-squeak!" Matt bellowed, ready to punch Dave square in the jaw.

"Ugh! Just cut it out!" Jeanine screamed, going back into the stall and slamming it shut behind her. If they weren't going to take care of her the way a man was intended to, then she would take it into her own hands.

She hastily undid her pants and slid her hand inside, inserting her finger into herself.

Matt shoved Dave up against the wall again. "Why don't you keep your hands off her!" he shouted.

"You keep your hands off!" Dave yelled back. "She's not even legal you pervert!"

"Mind your own business!" Matt's giant fist came in contact with Dave's cheek.

Dave yelped in pain, his hand shooting to his face. "Ass hole!" he shouted in blind anger.

"Dave!" Jeanine cried, pushing out of the stall. She ran to him.

Dave glared at Matt with such hatred, he scared himself. Without thinking first, he found his own fist knocking his nemesis in the eye with such intensity, he sent Matt stumbling backwards.

"Let's go Jeanine!" Dave exclaimed, grabbing her hand and pulling her with him out of the bathroom.

Though she was in an altered state of mind, Jeanine, at that moment, knew the love she felt for him was genuine.

* * *

"I still can't believe our peaceful, sweet, innocent Dave clocked some guy upside the head." Bob said, filling a large bowl with ice.

"Yeah, well he hit me first." Dave pointed out. "And he was trying to hurt Jeanine."

"Imagine what Dave would have done if he was trying to hurt Angela!" Clint laughed, sitting down next to his brother at the kitchen table.

Dave elbowed him, then glanced nervously at Scott who was getting something to eat out of the pantry.

"Sorry." Clint mouthed.

Bob shot Clint a warning look as he placed the bowl of ice in front of Dave at the table. Dave set his bruised fist in it, letting out a sigh of relief.

"I think Jeanine likes you." Scott said between bites of his sandwich. "She was staring at you like all night."

"That was probably just the Ecstasy talking." Dave pointed out with a nervous shrug.

Scott seemed to be pondering his brother's statement. "No, I don't think so. Coming to think of it, she always looks at you that way."

"How can you tell? Your face is always glued to Angela's." Bob snickered.

"I'm serious." Scott said. "Dead serious."

Dave shrugged. "She's kind of..."

"Kind of what?" Clint pressed on, taking the other half of Scott's sandwich off his plate and starting on it.

"Well... she doesn't seem to have much of a personality. She's pretty and all, gorgeous in fact, and she has a great body and everything, but that's it. She doesn't seem like the type you could hold a conversation with." Dave explained.

"Yeah. I know what you mean." Scott said with a nod. "I'm glad Angela's so awesome. I mean, you guys may think we just kiss all the time, but we do a lot of other stuff. We talk for like hours at a time about everything and nothing. Angela's great."

"Yeah." Dave said with a sigh.

Clint nudged him.

"I wish I had a girl with a personality like that." Dave added, trying to save himself.

"Kelly's cool too." Clint said. "I mean, me and Kelly don't kiss all the time either."

"You guys barely ever kiss." Bob pointed out.

"Yes we do!" Clint said defensively.

Dave took some ice from the bowl and put it against his swollen cheekbone.

"You boys are home." Sheila said, walking into the kitchen in her bathrobe. "I knew I heard voices."

She went to the refrigerator and got out a carton of milk.

"Did you have a nice time?" she asked.

The four brother's exchanged looks.

"Yes." the replied in unison.

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