He looked down at her bare feet.

"You've got the cutest toes ever." he said softly, staring down at them.

Scott looked back up at her face. She was so angelic, sleeping so soundly.

He started to sing an old song that his parents used to listen to on the radio. "You're the meaning in my life, your my inspiration..." he sang softly. "You bring feeling to my life, you're the inspiration..."

Angela's eyes opened and she smiled.

"Sorry, was I bugging you?" Scott asked.

"I wasn't sleeping." she said, snuggling up to him and resting her head on his chest.

Scott grinned and kissed the top of her head, inhaling her shampoo. He felt his heart swell to enormity in his chest. He was falling deeply in love with her.

"I can't believe you're leaving in two days." she said, squirming a bit to get comfortable.

"Yeah... but I'll be back... soon." he promised, kissing her again.

She turned her face up to his and kissed his lips. Scott smiled down at her.

"So you think I have cute toes?" Angela asked with a grin.

* * *

Clint and Kelly sat together on a park bench, each sitting up straight and rigidly. Their relationship had been encountering some turbulence lately.

"So you're leaving in a few days." Kelly stated.

"The night of the day after tomorrow." Clint replied.

A tall golden haired girl wearing short jean Daisy Dukes and a bikini top rollerbladed past them, smiling seductively at Clint. He smiled back warmly and watched he as she became smaller in the distance until she rounded the corner.

Kelly smacked him on the arm.

"Ow!" Clint exclaimed, rubbing the sore part. "That hurt."

"Good!" she exclaimed.

"What?" he asked.

"You smiled at her!" Kelly shrieked irrationally. "You smiled at her, then you watched her as she bladed away!!!"

"So?" Clint asked, not seeing anything wrong with his actions.

"I do NOT believe you." she said, getting to her feet. "You think she's hotter than me!"

"What?" Clint asked, dumb-founded. It must have been that time of the month again, but he wasn't going to say anything in fear that she might kill him.

"You were attracted to her because of what she was wearing." Kelly said, hands on her hips.

"Was not!" Clint lied.

"Were too Clint!" Kelly accused.

"So! I'm a guy! I can look can't I?"

"Not when you're with your girlfriend Clint!" Kelly yelled, wanting to smack him over the head with her purse.

"Sorry!" Clint screamed, his voice cracking.

"You should be!" Kelly said, turning on her heels. "I will see you later Clint... I expect you to be good, unless another girl walks by!" she exclaimed haughtily.

"Fine!" Clint yelled at her departing form.

"Fine!" she screamed, not looking back.

Clint started towards his house which was incidentally in the same direction that the rollerblader went. At the end of the block, he saw her, standing on the corner, as if she was waiting for him.

"You're Clint Moffatt right?" she asked.

He turned to her and nodded.

"I'm Sissy." she said.

Clint smiled at her name.

"I know it's weird..." she said, rolling her eyes playfully.

"My last name's Moffatt so..." he joked with a shrug.

Sissy laughed while adjusting her bikini top.

"Was that your girlfriend back there?" she asked.

Clint just nodded, no longer paying attention to the fact that he had been planning on crossing the street.

"I couldn't help but overhearing... sorry if I got you into any trouble." she said, looking at him in a rather salacious way.

"Oh, she's just... over reacting." Clint said, blushing.

"Girls... they're always over reacting about something." Sissy laughed.

Clint grinned, silently agreeing.

"So you're going to be touring in a few days?" she continued as if they had known each other for years.

"Yeah." Clint replied. "I'm kind of excited."

"I would be." Sissy said intensely. "Seeing the world... making beautiful music... that sounds awesome."

Clint blushed again and shrugged. "It is. I guess."

"And the fans must be a big plus too. I'm a big fan myself." she openly flirted, leaning down to retie her rollerblade and showing much more cleavage than necessary.

Clint couldn't look away.

"Clinton Thomas John Moffatt!!!!!"

He whirled around to see a teary eyed Kelly standing behind him.

"Kelly!" he exclaimed in surprise.

"We need to talk Clint!" she screamed, grasping hold of his ear and dragging him away as if her were a disobedient child.

"Nice meeting you Clint!" Sissy called with a devilish smile.

"Shut up tramp!" Kelly shouted to her.

"Let go of me Kelly!" Clint whined, pushing her hand away. He rubbed his sore ear. "I'm not your property Kelly! You can't just treat me like I'm a kid."

"Are you cheating on me?" she asked.

"No!"

"Then why were you telepathically willing one of those things to pop out of her shirt?" she screamed irrationally.

"Just calm down Kelly." Clint said in a soothing tone, noticing the passerby's who were staring.

"Oh shut-up!" Kelly said. "You know what Clint? I think we need to just re-asses our priorities." she said firmly.

"Are you dumping me?" he asked.

"Of course not." she said, calmly. "Why don't we just take some down time for a few hours and I'll call you later."

"Ummm... okay..." he said, confused by her sudden change of tone.

Kelly stood on her tip-toes and kissed him gently on the lips then turned on her heels and departed. Clint watched after her, wondering what had just happened.

* * *

"What am I going to do without you Bobby?" Timber asked, pouting as she flopped down on his bed.

"Curl up and die." he joked, laying down next to her and putting his head on her stomach as he cracked open an issue of a porn magazine he had stolen from Clint's stash.

"That's so sick Bob!" Timber scolded. "If you want to look at your masturbation material, wait until I'm not around."

Bob rolled onto his stomach so he was next to her. "Why? You don't like to look at naked people?" he asked nonchalantly as if asking if the sky was blue.

"I do!" Jeanine cried, leaping from her perch on his desk chair and plopping down beside him on the bed.

"You would!" Timber laughed, rolling onto her stomach so she could see the pages better. "My ideal way of spending an afternoon." she stated. "Looking at porn with my two best friends."

Bob grinned at her.

"That's so sick!" Jeanine squealed, but didn't look away.

"Ewww!" Timber shrieked. "What the hell is that?" she asked.

"You know what that is." Bob said with a grin.

"Yeah, but when does it start looking like... that?"

"As soon as your boobs grow in." Jeanine joked.

Timber reached over Bob and slapped her playfully.

"Oh look! There are guys in this mag!" Jen cried, suddenly more interested than before. "What magazine is this?" she asked.

"Club International." Bob replied. "And there are guys in this magazine, but that's not one of them."

Both girls paused for a moment, trying to understand what he said.

"SICK!!!!" they both exclaimed in unison.

Bob laughed sinisterly. "Girls, that would be Heidi you're gawking at." he explained. "Heidi of the Swiss Alps."

"Eww! That's so sick!" Jeanine laughed.

"That's by far the most raunchy thing I've seen all day. Turn the page." Timber said, shielding her eyes.

The next page featured a man taking a woman, who was wearing a Catholic school girl's kilt, from behind. She had pig-tails in her hair and a lollipop in one hand.

"Look at the look of concentration on her face!" Timber giggled. "That's what we call 'hitting it from the back'!"

"My boobs are bigger than hers." Jeanine said casually.

Bob looked to see if her statement was correct. Jeanine smacked him on the arm. "That wasn't an invitation to gawk." she said with a laugh.

"I wish I had boobs." Timber said dreamily.

"You'll get them eventually." Jeanine said, backing her friend up with the moral support she needed.

Bob took a look at what his best friend had to offer. "You have boobs Tim." he said.

"Yeah right. More like mosquito bites." she complained. "And no I will never get boobs because flat chested-ness runs in my family... just look at my mom."

"Tim, your mom's like Batman. She's always disappearing somewhere. And I don't even think I've had a conversation with your dad that went beyond a simple 'hello' and 'how's school'." Jen pointed out.

"Yeah, well my mom doesn't have boobs." Timber stated flatly.

"But she does!" Bob exclaimed, pointing to a picture of an overweight woman with enormous breasts that covered her entire torso.

"NASTY!!!!" Jeanine cried.

"She must be like a triple Z or something!" Timber whined, utterly disgusted.

"Talk about back-problems." Jen added.

A door slammed somewhere down the hall.

"Clint's home." Bob said casually.

"Let's go see him." Timber suggested, getting up off the bed.

Jeanine hopped off behind her. They paused when they noticed Bob was not following.

"Come on Bobby." Timber urged.

"I can't." he said, shaking his head.

"Why not?" she asked, confused.

"I can't." he reiterated, raising his eyebrows as if trying to tell her something.

Jeanine burst out into laughter. "You are such a... teenage boy." she said.

"What?" Timber asked, still not getting it.

"Something came up." Jen said with a grin.

Timber pondered her friend's statement for a moment before coming to the realization of what she meant.

"OH!!!" she laughed. "So? Let's see it."

"No!" Bob exclaimed.

"Just roll over and let us have a look." Jeanine coaxed, sitting back down on the bed and trying to manually roll him over.

"Hell no! Dude, get off me!" Bob said, struggling.

"I'll show you my boobs..." she tried to bargain.

"I've already seen them." Bob pointed out.

"... so has the entire hemisphere..." Timber joked.

The two girls tried to turn Bob over, but still to no prevail.

"What's going on in here?" Clint asked, pushing the door open.

Bob looked up, startled, letting his guard down and being flipped over with ease by the two girls. Realizing what he had done, he grabbed for one of his pillows, but was a little too late.

"Whoa!!!" Jeanine exclaimed. "All you Moffatt boys must be on good terms with God, 'cause y'allz is equipped!"

Timber stared wide-eyed at what was in front of her. Bob finally got hold of one of his pillows and covered the mid-section of his body. He sat up, red faced.

"Well look who's sportin' the wood!" Clint said with a weak laugh.

"ANYWAY..." Bob said, trying to get the attention from his excited organ.

"You guys, Kelly's acting weird." Clint complained.

Timber and Jeanine lay back on Bob's bed, climbing under the sheets together.

"Help me out!" Clint pressed, not liking the fact that they hadn't responded to his lamentation.

"Come join us Clint, we'll see what we can do." Timber directed, pulling back the sheets beside her and allowing Clint room to get into the full-sized bed. He merrily accepted her offer.

"Make room for me." Bob said, climbing in between Jen and Tim.

Jeanine reached her hand over to Bob and ran her fingers over his erection.

"Hey!" Bob exclaimed in surprise. "Who was that?"

Jeanine batted her lashes at him.

"Who was what?" Timber asked, oblivious.

"Hello you guys!" Clint whined. "I have a problem here!"

"Okay, go ahead Clit." Timber joked.

"Shut up!" he laughed. "It's Clint!" he corrected, stressing the 'n' sound.

"I know, I know. I'm just jerkin' you around." Timber apologized.

"Okay." Clint said with a pout. "Yeah, so Kelly's acting all weird and junk." he said, snuggling the sheets up to his neck.

"How so?" Jeanine asked.

"She'll be like a big bitch one second, then so sweet the next. She was pulling my ear too!!! She was accusing me of gawking at this Sissy girl, and then she yanked me by the ear and started reprimanding me like I was some friggin kid!" he lamented.

"Sissy girl?" Timber asked. "What a gender bias! You're not so strong yourself Mr. not-even-one-hundred-pounds!" she scolded, kicking him under the sheets.

"No, OW!" Clint exclaimed, clutching his ankle. "I didn't say she was a sissy, that was her name."

"Oh, sorry." Timber said, grinning at her gaffe.

She noticed movement in the sheets next to her.

"JEANINE!!!!" she exclaimed, looking under the sheets.

Jeanine and Bob looked up innocently.

"That's so gross!" Timber whined.

"What?" Clint asked, taking a peak under the sheets. "SICK!" he cried, shielding his eyes.

Jeanine took her hand away from massaging the bulge in Bob's pants and grinned at the other two totally repulsed teens in the bed.

"You know what?" Bob said. "I have to go to the bathroom."

"To relieve the tension I bet!" Timber exclaimed.

"You betcha." Bob replied, rolling over Jeanine to get out of bed.

"Need some help?" she asked with a grin.

Bob paused for a minute. "Sure, come on." he said.

She hopped out of bed and followed him out of the room.

"What a slut!" Timber laughed.

"Yeah, tell me about it." Clint mumbled.

"Why so grim Clinty? Did you want to be the one to help your dear brother with his problem?" she joked.

"Shut up." he said, pinching her on the waist the way Bob always did. "And move over, I'm falling off."

Timber scooted over halfway through the bed so Clint had a small amount of space.

"So what about Kelly???" Clint continued.

"Oh God, her again?" Timber asked, annoyed.

"Well we should at least talk about something while my brother's getting a blow job in the bathroom." Clint pointed out.

"Uck!" Timber laughed. "The mental images are more than I can bear!"

"I know..."

"Oh, and Kelly has this thing called PMS. It happens to the best of us." Timber explained.

"That's what I thought." Clint said with a nod. He rolled on his side to face her. "Do you get PMS?" he asked with a sly grin.

"Do you get erections?" she asked, glancing at him before returning her stare to the ceiling.

"Yeah."

"Okay then. Same answer for me." she said.

"You get erections?!" Clint exclaimed, wide eyed.

"No! No, of course not! I mean yes to the question you asked me."

"Oh. On whether or not you get your period." Clint said with a nod.

Timber looked at him, shocked. "That wasn't the question." she told him, shifting uncomfortably.

"Well either way you slice it, you still get the same answer for both." he pointed out.

"Anyway..." Timber said with a sigh. "Do you masturbate?" she asked, wanting to make him just as uncomfortable as she was.

"All guys do." Clint said. "I mean, if they didn't, we'd all die of blue balls."

Timber laughed.

"Do you masturbate?" he asked.

"Clint, shut up!" she laughed.

"See, guys'll admit it openly, but girls won't. They have this secret society. You all probably do it... but you just won't tell anyone."

"Jeanine'll tell you flat out." Timber laughed. "She masturbates on the phone and at sleepovers. She's a horny little thing. Ever notice her constantly hard nipples?"

"No actually, but I'll be sure to look next time." Clint chuckled.

* * *

"Okay, but we have to be quick." Bob said, leading Jeanine into the bathroom and closing the door behind them. He flicked on the light.

"That all depends on you Bob." Jeanine flirted, leaning back against the counter. Her tank top hung open slightly, showing cleavage.

"Yeah, well I'm ready to blow any second so..." he said with a grin.

"Blow? Well what a coincidence!" she laughed. "I'm ready to blow too, now sit." she ordered, pointing to the closed toilet.

Bob obediently took a seat and Jeanine got down on her knees in front of him.

"You should turn this into a business." he said, not thinking before he spoke.

"The business is called prostitution." she laughed as she unbuttoned his cargo shorts.

"Oh yeah. That's right." Bob laughed, nervously.

Jeanine looked up at him and grinned, sliding down his zipper. She pulled his shorts down to the floor, leaving only the thin cotton fabric of his pale purple boxers between his swollen penis and the cool air inside the bathroom.

Bob watched in anticipation as she slid his boxers down to accompany his shorts. She smiled widely, licking her lips. She lowered her head down over him, sucking him into her mouth in one motion. He sighed inwardly, pleasure overtaking him.

Jeanine bobbed her head up and down on his swollen member, sucking as hard as she possibly could, wanting to savor every moment of riding his enormous cock with her mouth.

He moaned softly, his hands clutching his knees to keep from grabbing her by the back of the head and shoving himself forcefully in and out of her mouth. Tiny, red, half moon shapes became visible as his nails dug into the flesh.

After several moments of the pleasurable torture, Bob finally shot his wad into her mouth, filling it almost completely with his hot and sticky juices. She waited patiently for him to get limp before detaching.

"Dude, you give good head." Bob commented. "Thanks a lot. I needed that."

She swallowed with ease. "Practice makes perfect." she said with a grin.

Bob pulled his pants and boxers up. "We'd better get back before the others think we engaged in full on sex." he said, opening the door and flicking off the light.

Jeanine followed him out of the bathroom and back to her bedroom where Timber and Clint were.

"Hey guys!" Timber said, waving to them.

"Hey." Jen said, flopping down on the bed.

"So Jen, you got jizz breath or what?" Clint asked with a grin.

Jeanine pulled a stick of gum out of her pocket and unwrapped it, popping it into her mouth. "Not anymore." she replied, tossing the wrapper into the trash.

"Sick!" Timber giggled.

Bob plopped down in bed next to her.

"Bob got his booty call so he's happy!" Clint giggled.

Bob grinned.

"Yeah, but you'd better just watch out Bob, she's going to start chargin' ya like she charges the other guys. First one free, and the price goes up from there." Timber joked.

"It actually depends on how you taste." Jeanine laughed.

"WHAT?!?!" Clint and Bob asked in unison.

"Kidding!" Jeanine said.

"That's sick." Timber declared, covering her head with the sheets.

* * *

Scott lovingly traced the line of Angela's nose with his finger. She wrinkled it and smiled at him. He was so beautiful. His blue eyes captivated her.

Scott leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. She reciprocated the motions, allowing him to slide his tongue into her mouth. They soon parted.

Angela untucked his shirt from his pants. Scott watched with anticipation. She scooted down on the bed, so her head was level with his stomach. He felt her lips come in contact with the milky skin of his torso. She suddenly blew really hard against his skin, sending a ripple effect through his chest. It tickled like hell, sending him into peals of laughter.

"Sorry," Angela laughed. "My sister loves that."

"That tickles." Scott admitted, staring into her chocolate brown eyes. He suddenly felt the urge to kiss her all over. He wanted to make wild passionate love to her at that very moment. She was so incredibly amazing. She captivated him beyond belief. He was in love with her. He felt chills every time he was in her presence. Now if only he could but those feelings into words...

* * *

Dave started down the hall towards the bathroom. He had been lying in bed all afternoon with a book he couldn't seem to put down, even for the necessary things. Shrieks of laughter came from Bob's room, drawing Dave's attention. He cautiously pushed open the partially ajar door.

Inside, Bob, Timber, Clint and Jeanine were engaged in one large wrestling match on the floor. They appeared to be fighting over an object of some sort that Clint currently had tucked to his chest so Dave couldn't get a good look.

"What are you guys doing?" he asked curiously, opening the door the rest of the way.

"Eating grilled cheese sandwiches!" Clint exclaimed sarcastically, through gritted teeth.

"Get the journal from Clint!" Timber urged, trying to roll Clint over onto his back so she would have better access.

"Who's journal?" Dave asked.

"One of my old ones that Bob over here stole!" Clint exclaimed.

"Oh shut up!" Bob laughed. "You know you were writing in it just last week."

"Go to hell!"

Timber sank her teeth into Clint's arm, deriving a loud yell from his voice box.

"Ow SHIT!!!" he exclaimed, letting go of the book and clutching his maimed arm.

"Haha!" Timber said in his face then grabbed the book.

She jumped up onto Bob's bed and Jeanine plopped down beside her, not taking her eyes off Dave. Bob kneeled behind her so he could read over her shoulder.

"You going to join us Dave?" Jeanine asked.

Dave grinned and walked over to the bed, plopping down next to Timber on the other side. Jeanine felt her heart flutter with warmth as she watched him glide across the room. She knew she was in love with him, and it felt good to harbor those feelings.

"Okay, okay you guys." Timber said, opening to the front page. "I'll read this aloud so we can all hear and point and laugh at Clint at the same time." she announced, then cleared her throat. "Okay. Here it goes. Today, I saw this girl. she was tall with... Okay, this is a boring page." Timber declared, then started to flip through the pages, skimming each one briefly.

"Let's get to the good stuff." Bob said with a grin. "Go to the middle pages. That's when it gets interesting."

"I will NOT take part in this." Cling announced, getting up from the floor and heading for the door.

"See ya." Dave said, looking at the pages of the journal with interest.

"Okay, good page. This is when he first met us." Timber said, trying to get everybody's attention back. "We met these girl today, friends of the girl across the street. They were actually pretty cool. We also saw Ben Steiner again, for the first time since kindergarten or so. He looks the same except he's taller (obviously) and he's done a lot of growing up. He must lift weights because his chest is so muscley." Timber laughed. "Clint's such a dork." she stated.

"Read on! I want to get to the park where he talks about us!" Jeanine urged.

"Okay, okay. Anyway, the girls were cool. Angela has an accent and I can tell that Scott wants a piece of that... Dave too."

Jeanine looked up at Dave.

"I do not!" he lied convincingly.

Bob chose not to say anything.

"Anyways," Timber said. "... but Kelly... now I know for a fact that I want her. She's so pretty and sweet and kind. She seems so gentle, like she'd never hurt a fly." Timber read in a poetic way. "... and I know I want to fuck her brains out."

"It doesn't say that!" Bob exclaimed.

Timber grinned up at him, tipping her head all the way back.

"Yoink." Bob said, plucking the composition notebook from her hands. "I asked her out and she actually said yes; after knowing me for about a day! She seems to like me. But she has this cousin Jeanine who has taken a liking to Dave and probably won't rest until she has sex with him. Then she'll dump him for the next guy that comes around. She seems like the type."

"Hey!" Jeanine said, snatching the book from Bob. She scanned the page. "It doesn't say that either Dirk Dickler." she teased. "This entry is boring. I'll give y'all the Cliff's Notes version." she declared. "He just goes on about Kelly. He says Timber is cool... though I don't see why he would say shit like that..."

"Shut up!" Timber said, elbowing her.

"Kidding." Jeanine said with a smirk as her brown eyes darted over the page. She flipped through. "Clint's a dork!" she called out, not finding anything interesting for several pages.

"Up yours!!" Clint called from outside the door.

"Okay, he talks about wanting to feel my cousin up!" Jeanine exclaimed.

"That's it! No more reading." Clint stated, marching into the room and snatching the book out of her hands. He jogged out briskly to prevent getting mauled.

"I guess that's the end of that." Timber said dully.

"I'll find his new one." Bob said with a grin.

Timber lay on her best friend's bed again, staring up at the ceiling. "You guys are leaving for two months! What will I do without Bob coming over to my house everyday and Dave always reading something? I'll miss it." she pretended to wipe a tear from her cheek.

"Oh shut up! It's two months, not forever." Bob said, without sympathy.

"Yeah, but at the most inopportune time." Timber said, scooting back so she could lay her head on the pillows.

"Why is inopportune?" Dave asked, leaning back on his elbows with his feet dangling off the edge.

"Cause it's summer and it's so friggin' boring around here unless there are people to hang out with." Tim explained.

"You guys have each other." Dave pointed out with a laugh.

"Yeah, but I'll miss all the stuff we do as a group. The times we just hang out." she said with a sigh.

"Yeah... but it's only two months." Bob said, not understanding.

"Just shut up!" Timber laughed. "Forget I even said it!"

"Aww Timber, we'll miss you too." Bob sang.

Instead, of a verbal reply, Timber took one of his pillows and hit him over the head with it.

"We should have a send off party." Dave said randomly. "That would be awesome. Just a few friends."

"Yeah!" Bob exclaimed, getting into the idea. "We can invite Angie, Kelly, Jen, Ben, Trevor... um... who else???" he asked, pretending to ponder it, but looking directly at Timber with a smirk.

"Whatabout me??" she whined.

"Oh yeah... I forgot about you. I guess you're not that important." he joked.

Timber kicked him in the back. "Important as your ass!" she said, laughing.

"Here we go, another round of grappling." Dave said, rolling his eyes.

Jeanine smiled adoringly at him. But what was that thing about Angela?

* * *

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