Scott whirled around just in time to have it land in his hands.
"Okay, put it right here!" Timber said, clapping her hands together, signaling for him to throw it back to her.
Angela walked into the room just as her boyfriend threw the pillow across the room. She got nailed in the head with it.
"Ah!" she said softly, putting a hand to her head and giggling.
"Oh!" Scott exclaimed in surprise, going to her side. "Sorry babe."
Timber rolled her eyes as Scott kissed his girlfriend affectionately on the forehead. They were engaged in a total lip lock within seconds. "Get a room!" Timber said, turning back to the mounds of CD's she was going through for the send off party that the Moffatts would be holding within an hour or two.
"Sick!" Jeanine exclaimed, entering the room. "Get a room you two!"
Scott backed Angela up gently against the shelves as their innocent kissing turned into a full on make-out session.
"Hey you two, knock it off." Sheila said sternly as she walked into the room from the front hall. Frank followed behind her. The two were slightly dressed up, headed out to see some relatives.
Scott and Angela parted, Angela blushing from embarrassment. Scott just grinned proudly and slid an arm around his girlfriend's shoulder, claiming her.
"Just a small get together guys." Frank said cocking an eyebrow at Scott in particular. "Not an all out hootenanny."
"We know dad." Scott said rolling his eyes.
"And no fooling around you two." Sheila added, causing Angela to blush even harder.
"Okay Sheil..." Scott said with a devilish grin. Being the rebel that he is, he decided to take that moment to suck on Angela's neck.
Angela didn't know exactly what to do, so she stood there mortified of what his parents would say.
"Scott..." Frank warned.
"Yeah, okay Dad." Scott said against her skin.
Sheila rolled her eyes. "We'll see you guys later. Try not to burn the house down." she said as she and Frank headed for the door.
Scott continued to suck on Angela's neck.
"Scott." she said, gently shoving him away.
"What is it babe?" he whined, wanting to get back to the physicality.
"Thanks to you, your parents probably think I'm a whore!" she complained.
Scott chuckled slightly. He thought what she had just said sounded funny, due to her heavy accent. "I was just goofing around." he said, grinning. "They know me too well to think poorly of you... and besides, Sheila loves you! She's planning the wedding already."
Angela gave him a skeptical look.
"I'm serious, they love you!" Scott exclaimed.
"Well then I'd like to keep it that way." she said firmly.
Scott wrinkled his nose playfully and made a face at her. He then leaned in for a kiss, but she put a finger to his lips, keeping him back.
"We need to talk Scott." she said firmly.
"Uh oh!" Clint boomed, walking into the room. "That's never good."
Scott shot Clint a look. "In my room?" he suggested, wanting to get it over with as soon as possible.
She nodded, then caught him by surprise when she took his hand and led him upstairs.
"Wonder what that's about." Timber commented, still sorting CD's into piles by the sound system.
"Do you think anyone's breaking up with anyone?" Clint asked, trying to be as general as he could.
"Doubt it." Jeanine said firmly, sitting down beside Timber and going through one of the piles.
Clint situated himself on Timber's other side and went through the other pile. "Why do you doubt it?" he asked.
"Because... she wouldn't do it without a reason, and Scott embarrassing her in front of his parents is not a good reason." Tim assured him. "And she would have told us." she added with a shrug.
"I hope they don't break up... Scott would totally die." Clint said, taking a CD out of it's case and popping it in the stereo. "He's so in love with her."
"Really?" Jeanine and Timber asked at the same time.
"Hell yeah." Clint replied, turning to the track he desired to listen to. He pressed play. "He just hasn't found the words to tell her yet."
"Gee, I don't know... how about 'I love you'?" Timber said sarcastically.
"I know, really. That's what I said." Clint laughed. "I just hope things work out. Scott hasn't been this happy in a long time."
* * *
"So... what do we need to talk about?" Scott asked cautiously, closing the door to his bedroom softly and turning to face Angela who had already claimed her spot on his bed.
"Nothing in particular... I just wanted to talk to you." she replied.
A grin spread across Scott's full lips. He walked over and settled down on his bed next to his girlfriend.
"Talk?" he asked, leaning in to her to kiss her.
Angela scooted away from him. "You and your hormones." she said. "Let's talk about something... just you and me."
"About what?" Scott asked.
"I don't know Scott, you said that you felt a connection with me that goes deeper than physicalness, so let's exercise that."
"I said that?" Scott asked, with a teasing grin.
He slid closer to her on the bed and ran his tongue over his lips, knowing she couldn't resist that.
"Yes you did." she said, scooting away to the very edge of the bed. "Don't you remember?"
"Yeah..." Scott trailed off, scooting closer.
Angela got up from the bed and took a seat on his desk chair. Scott frowned, knowing he wasn't going to get any action.
"So how's school?" he asked.
"School doesn't start until September." she reminded him. "It's only July."
"Oh... well... yeah." he said with a shrug. "I knew that."
"Yeah, sure Scott." Angela said skeptically.
"Okay, what do you want to talk about?" he asked her, not able to focus on anything but kissing her.
"Just stuff." she said. "Are you excited to go on tour?" she asked, crossing her legs and turning him on beyond belief.
"Yeah, I guess." he said. "But I'll miss you." he added, wanting to score as many points as he could.
"Sure you will..." she said sarcastically, then smiled.
"Oh course Angela." Scott said, wanting to say more. He wished he could just tell her that he loved her, but what if she didn't feel the same? He couldn't set himself up like that.
"Well that's good. I'll miss you too." she said smiling.
"Yeah, but the time goes by quickly for me because we keep so busy."
"Busy with what?" she asked.
"Just concerts, promo... stuff like that." he explained.
Angela nodded. Conversation began.
* * *
"Hey Dan!" Bob called across the room to where he could see his friend Dan Majeski.
Dan turned around, looking up to see who was calling him. He spotted Bob right away. "Hey!" he called back, motioning for Bob to come over.
"Come on." Bob said to Timber, pulling her by the index finger of her right hand.
They made their way through the crowded living room. Though Scott had been told to have a small party, he still managed to invite the entire population of the city between the ages of fourteen and twenty-eight.
"Yo Bob, what's up?" Dan asked, exchanging a hand-shake with him that was customary for all guys to know.
"Hey man, this is Timber." Bob introduced.
"I know Dan." Timber said with a dry smile.
"Yeah, I sat behind you all year in English." Dan supplied, leaving out the part about how he had had a giant crush on her the entire time.
"And you put your feet up on the back of my chair all year in English." she added flatly, but smiled to show no hard feelings.
"That was me all right." Dan said proudly as he studied her face carefully. During class, he rarely got a good look at her face. "But sorry if it bugged you." he added.
"No... it didn't." she lied, laughing slightly. "I was kidding."
As Bob and Dan conversed, Timber took in Dan's appearance. He was about her height with dark brown hair that hung in his dark brown eyes. His lips were slightly full, and she noticed he squinted when he smiled. He was wearing a black Slipknot tee-shirt over a white one and baggy khakis. She decided then that she thought he was pretty cute.
"What about you Timber?" Bob asked.
"What about me what?" she asked. "Sorry, I kinda dazed out there."
"Do you have any plans for the summer?" Dan asked. It was his turn to study her.
He loved the way she chewed thoughtfully on the corner of her full lips when she knew she was being watched. Her hair was always a mess, but in a tasteful way. It was wispy and scattered. Her dark brown eyes were almost black, rimmed with curling eyelashes. At a glance, she was nothing special, but when getting a close look at her face, and when getting to know the personality that went along with it, Timber was gorgeous.
"I'm going to go turn the hose on Scott and Angela up in his room... I'll be right back." Bob announced and was gone, leaving Timber and Dan standing awkwardly next to one another.
"So." Dan stated, digging his hands in his pockets.
She looked up at him, surprised he had even spoken. "So." she said back, grinning comically.
"You wanna go to the basement?" he asked slowly, not sure what her reaction would be.
Timber kept her face calm, but her mind raced. She knew the basement was basically make out central. "Sure." she replied with no reluctance at all. If Dan wanted to kiss her, then she would surely kiss him. She just had to learn how to kiss... and learn fast. "But can you hold on a sec, I have to go ask Bob something." she added. "Stay here, I'll be right back."
"Um... okay." Dan replied as she scurried towards the stairs.
* * *
Scott's mouth furiously wrestled with Angela's. Conversation had gone smoothly for a little more than an hour, but they had somehow gotten on the subject of lips, and ended up on his bed, with him on top of her, engaged in possibly the most heated make out session Scott had ever been in; and he had quite a few to compare with.
His hands roamed across her stomach, wanting to go higher, but not quite sure if she was ready for that. Her arms were wrapped tightly around his shoulders, not daring to allow him any space to be able to move off of her. Scott longed to take their desperate, passionate kisses to the next level... he wanted to feel her under her clothes, touch her soft skin; he knew he would not see her for two long months. He could barely live a day without her, he wasn't sure how he'd survive two months. He wanted to remember her taste for the rest of his life...
A light knock at the door interrupted his urgings.
"What?!" Scott barked, not even bothering to hide his annoyance.
"Are you guys in there?" Bob asked.
"No, we're not. Go away." Scott said, then aimed to return to his girlfriend's mouth.
"Yes you are." Bob said, pushing open the door.
Angela slipped from under Scott and sat up, running her fingers through her hair in an attempt to arranged her disheveled curls.
"Whoa, you guys were really going at it!" Bob laughed, taking note of the condition of the sheets on the bed, and the way their clothes were wrinkled. The lights were also out.
"Yeah!" Scott snapped, wishing his little brother would decide to go play on the freeway.
"Well, the party started about an hour and a half to two hours ago and you haven't yet made an appearance." Bob continued.
Angela got up from the bed and fixed the condition of her clothes, straightening her shirt and doing up the buttons Scott had undone. She continued to furiously run her hands through her hair and rub off her smudged lip-stick.
"Damn girl, that's not going to help. You still look like you were being smothered by a heard of overzealous cows." Bob commented with a laugh. "And Scott... we won't even say what you look like. By the way... that shade of lipstick looks great on you." he quipped.
Scott shot him the evil eye as he rubbed the lipstick off the lower half of his face.
"BOB!!!" Timber exclaimed frantically as she rushed into the room.
"Good Timber, get him out of here." Scott said.
"Whoa... what was going on in here?!" Timber giggled, seeing the two red-faced teens.
"Nothing!" Scott exclaimed.
"Yeah... okay... anyway." Timber said, turning her attention back to Bob. "I need to talk to you." she said firmly, taking him by the arm and pulling him out of the room.
* * *
"He asked me to go to the basement with him!" Timber said frantically, once she and her best friend were in the safety of Bob's bedroom.
"So go! That's an undeniable make-out invitation!" Bob said.
Timber sat down on his bed. "I want to go." she said slowly, staring at a poster of Pamela Anderson in only a skimpy bikini.
"So GO!" Bob urged, sitting down beside her.
"There's a problem though." she continued, still seeming entranced by the poster, yet she was actually staring right through it.
"What?" Bob asked.
"I have know idea how."
"How to what?" he asked.
She looked directly at him. "Think about it." she said, rolling her eyes at his obliviousness.
"How to... OH!!!" he exclaimed, louder that intended. "How to kiss?" he asked, lowering his voice to almost a whisper.
She nodded. "Well, I mean, I've never done it before and..." she trailed off.
"Want me to show you?" he asked, interrupting her.
"Um... okay." Timber replied slowly, not knowing what he meant when he said that.
"Okay," Bob said, gazing into her eyes. "You have to close your eyes, because it's a much better experience when you do." he said firmly.
Timber's eyelids slid closed.
"Lick your lips... but not too much, just so they aren't too dry."
She lightly ran her tongue over her lips to lubricate them.
"Okay... now when he puts his tongue in your mouth, you have to kinda move yours in a circle... well not really, just move it around so it doesn't just sit there." Bob directed.
She nodded slightly.
"Ready?" he asked, already leaning towards her.
"Yeah." she replied with another slight nod.
Bob ever-so-gently touched his lips to those his best-friend. Her eyes opened in surprise. She had been awaiting his touch, yet when it actually happened, she was taken by surprise.
You have to close your eyes, because it's a much better experience when you do...
Timber closed her eyes again. She felt his lips press harder against hers and he opened his mouth a little. She let her lips trail his behind and her mouth opened against his. Bob moved his tongue to her mouth, a little bit at a time as not to startle her, and she reciprocated his actions, getting a taste of a foreign mouth for the first time. Soon, their tongues were gyrating around one anothers’, and soon after, they separated.
"See? That was easy." Bob said as if nothing had happened. He got up from the bed and pulled her up next to him. "Now go get 'em Tiger." he directed, smacking her on the backside and pushing her in the direction of the door.
Timber found herself floating down the hallway towards the steps with no explanation of what just happened.
The boy can kiss...She thought to herself with a smirk as she descended the staircase.
* * *
"Hey Clint, What's up?" Ben asked, approaching his friend with a beer in hand.
"Nothing. Dad's going to kill us for having the whole of Calgary attend this party, Scott's fault, and my girlfriend is barely speaking two words to me. Other than that, life's a breeze." he replied dryly.
"Dude... live a little. Have some fun." Ben urged, pressing the beer into Clint's hand.
"Naw man, it's alright." Clint declined, handing it back.
"I'm serious Clint. You need to loosen up a bit. You have a stick stuck high up your ass and I'm going to help you get it out."
Clint still shook his head. "I don't really want to drink tonight. I'm not a raging alcoholic like some people." he joked lightly with a grin.
"I'm not an alcoholic." Ben said defensively. "I just enjoy the bottle... unlike you Mister I-Never-Touch-The-Stuff."
"I drink." Clint pointed out. "I get drunk." he added. "But I don't want to have a hangover the day we start tour."
"Kelly sure has got you whipped." Ben commented, taking a sip of the beer. "Is she even giving you any pussy yet?"
Clint's eyes went wide at the comment. "She does not have me whipped and no we aren't having sex yet. I mean I'm not just going to have sex with anyone."
"She's your girlfriend, not just some random chick." Ben pointed out.
"Yeah... but... I dunno." Clint said with a shrug. "I don't love her... yet at least."
"Then why are you letting her inhibit you?" Ben asked.
"I am not!" Clint said defiantly.
"Yeah you are man. Just cause Kelly doesn't want you to drink, you aren't going to drink. That's bull-shit. If you want to drink, then drink. Have fun on your last night home."
Clint thought about what his friend was saying. He knew he was right.
"Give me that." Clint said, snatching the half-empty cup out of Ben's hands and swallowing what was left in one gulp. "Where's the rest of the booze?" he asked, knowing what his duty was.
"Kitchen." Ben replied with a satisfied grin.
"Lead me to it." Clint directed, shaking his glass to show that he was ready to get plastered.
Ben took him loosely by the wrist and dragged him towards the kitchen. His power of persuasion had proven itself affective yet again.
* * *
"Hey Bob! Remember me?" a girl with long black hair, pale skin, and pale blue eyes asked. "It's Kyla!"
"Hey Kyla! What's up?" Bob asked, cradling his bottle of beer in his hands.
"Not much... long time no see." she commented. She had met Bob at Timber's party a month before. "Mind if I take a sip?" she asked, pointing to his bottle that was three fourths full.
He handed her the bottle and watched as she took a swig. "Ahhh." she said with a devilish smile as she handed his beer back to him. "That really hits the spot."
"Glad to hear it." Bob said, not knowing what else to say.
"So... do you want to go see what's going on down in the basement?" she asked coyly.
A smile that would only be described as Scott-ish washed over Bob's lips. "Sure."
* * *
Bob ripped his lips from Kyla's to look at the person who had tapped him on the shoulder. He groaned in annoyance to see Dave.
"What do you want?" he asked in a hoarse whisper as not to disturb the other couples and one group of three who were making out and doing other things that should have been reserved for a bedroom.
"Where's Scott?" Dave asked. "I haven't seen him all night."
"He must still be upstairs in his room with Angela." Bob replied, going back to what he was doing with Kyla.
"I'm going to go check on him okay?" Dave said.
"MmmHmmm..." Bob purred, not detaching from Kyla's lips.
* * *
"Oh-oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh-oh... oh-oh oh-oh-oh... the right stuff!" Cling sang as he moved his hips in tune to the New Kids on the Block song.
"I'm an airplane!" Clint suddenly cried, attempting to dive off his perch atop the kitchen counter, but being held back by a hand on his ankle. He turned around to see Timber standing behind him.
"Clint, come down from there retard." she said, yanking at the leg of his pants.
"But I'm an airpla--- Oh fine." he said, hopping down and landing next to her. "Wazzzap?" he slurred.
"When did you become a drinker?" Tim asked with a soothing tone.
"The devil made me do it!" Clint giggled.
"Yeah, okay... and just how much have you drank?" she asked, wrapping an arm around his waist to hold him up.
"Half... one... two bottles." he replied, suddenly feeling dizzy. "Hell I dunno... enough to make the room spin! And the clock turn chocolate..." he trailed off.
"Clint... you're turning pale..." Timber said, concerned.
"I'm going to be sick!" he exclaimed, clapping a hand to his mouth.
* * *
"Beautiful night tonight." Scott commented as he strolled down the sidewalk holding hands with his beloved girlfriend. Though he enjoyed partying with his brothers and friends, he knew that what he was going to do was more important. He had to tell her before he left. He had to let her know what he felt inside... even if she didn't say it back right away, or even at all. He just needed to let her know that he loved her.
"Very beautiful." she said, gazing up at the myriad of stars above their heads.
Scott stopped walking and turned to her. He stepped in close to her so their bodies were touching. Angela gazed up into his blue eyes and smiled, oblivious to the thoughts in his head. Scott tipped his head down and kissed her lightly, but so full of emotion he thought his heart might explode. He was running out of time. He had to say it now.
"Angela..." he began, trying to find the words.
She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to continue.
"Beautiful night isn't it?" he asked, his voice coming out unnatural and squeaking.
She furrowed her brows in confusion. "You already said that." she informed him, laughing at how cute he looked to be fidgeting the way he was.
"Sorry." he said quickly.
Angela just studied his face while he looked down at the ground. She glanced at her watch. "We should get back." she informed him.
"What time is it?" he asked.
"Quarter to two." she replied.
"We were out for a while." he observed, taking her hand again as they continued down the sidewalk. He was disappointed in himself for chickening out at his task.
They walked in silence for several minutes, Scott studying his feet as he walked. Angela suddenly stopped short. He looked up at her to see a look of horror on her face. Looking ahead, he saw the several squad cars parked on his lawn.
"Shit." he said, his face going pale.
* * *
"Well Mr. Moffatt." the officer said, looking down at a clipboard. "Definite traces of alcohol... several empty bottles." he explained, glancing up at Frank's bright red face. "Several drunk minors... sex... drugs..." he rattled off. "We couldn't catch any of the kids that were at the party, but we've got two of your sons in the living room waiting for you."
"Two?" Frank asked. "I've got four."
A tall and skinny police officer with a dark auburn mustache came bounding down the steps to the front hall where Frank and Sheila stood with the chief. "We've got a kid passed out stone drunk in the bathroom upstairs."
"Scott." Frank growled, trying to keep his temper under control. Sheila lay a comforting hand on her husband's shoulder.
The front door opened and Scott walked in with wide eyes. He jumped, startled when he saw his father, then tried to go back out but was stopped by Frank who grabbed hold of the back of his shirt. Frank dragged his son over to him.
"Is this your idea of a small party?" he asked severely, his face only an inch from his sons.
"Frank!" Sheila scolded. "Put him down!" he directed.
Frank reluctantly let go of his eldest son's shirt. "Living room. Now." he ordered.
Scott scampered off into the next room, knowing it wasn't safe to be in a room with his enraged father.
"Thank you officers very much. We are very sorry about the disturbance." Sheila said sincerely. "I assure you that this will not happen again."
"No problem ma'am." the chief said, with a nod as he made his way for the door.
As soon as the house was empty, the two Moffatt parents entered the living room to see Bob, Dave, and Scott sitting rigidly on the couch.
"What the HELL happened here?!" Frank boomed.
"Frank!" Sheila exclaimed. "Calmly please." she requested.
"He did it." Bob and Dave said in unison, pointing to their notoriously insubordinate older brother.
"It wasn't all me!" Scott exclaimed frantically. "I wasn't even here most of the time!"
"Where's Clint?" Frank demanded, noticing one of his angelic sons was missing in action. "Probably passed out somewhere!" Dave exclaimed. "He drank so much..."
"Clint drank?" Sheila asked in disbelief.
"I would expect this from Scott..." Frank mumbled, shaking his head.
"I resent that!" Scott exclaimed. "Since I'm such a bad son, why don't you just get rid of me?" he asked, suddenly hurt that his father always thought all wrong doing was his fault.
"Then who would play guitar?" Frank asked, not really paying attention. He seemed in deep thought.
"Fuck you!" Scott screamed suddenly. He was extremely angry by then. Was he just the screw up in the family?
Frank looked at him in shock. "You'd better watch that mouth young man before I get angry!" he shouted.
"Why? What're you going to do? Hit me?" Scott challenged, getting to his feet.
"Don't tempt me!" Frank bellowed, approaching his son until he was standing right in front of him.
Scott refused to back down. He had already done that once that night with Angela. He was tired of screwing up. "Why don't you just hit me?" he taunted his father. "Since I screw everything up! Since everything is my fault! Since I'm such a failure! Hit me! I dare you!"
"Scott!" Sheila exclaimed, wanting to regain some order in the room.
"Just shut up Sheila okay?" Scott shouted wildly.
Dave and Bob watched silently from the couch in disbelief of the scene that was unfolding.
"This is between me and your coward of a husband! I'm such a failure! I get it from you! I mean, you failed at a marriage..." Scott continued haughtily.
"Go to your room NOW Scott." Frank said severely, not wanting to take his son up on his offer or smacking him sideways.
"No." Scott said casually.
"I think you'd better." Frank challenged. "Before you destroy anything else."
Scott felt a surge of anger hit him, and he did something he never thought he would. He spit in his father's face.
Frank felt his eldest son's saliva hit him on his eyelid. In one swift motion, before he could premeditate his actions, his fist met Scott's cheek at such intensity, it sent him flying back to the couch and landing on Bob's lap.
"Frank!" Sheila shouted, grabbing her husbands arm to restrain him.
Frank didn't need to be restrained. He looked at his hand in surprise, not wanting to belief that he had hit his own son with that very same hand.
Scott put his hand to his cheek is disbelief. The pain had not set in yet. He stumbled to his feet and met his father's eye, just staring at him. He couldn't believe his own father would ever do anything to hurt him.
Frank took a step towards Scott, to envelope him in his arms and tell him he was sorry. Scott took a step back, away from him, and burst into tears.
* * *