My first part of Primeval Boulevard and my first story posted! Enjoy the loveliness that is Primeval 'normal-fied'!

Chapter One.

12:45 PM, The Temple's:

Connor Temple stared outside his window, spotting a shirtless Stephen Hart playing rugby. By himself. Connor scoffed, how he detested Stephen with all of his heart. No pun intended. With another look, he saw Nick Cutter mowing the lawn, Hilary Becker and Danny Quinn arguing, yet again, and Philip trying to sell another house on this street.
"Like he'd ever sell a house with this lot around..." Connor mumbled to himself, chuckling a bit.

He hadn't seen who he wanted to see though. Abby. Abby Maitland. His best mate forever and for always. And his secret crush, that was only a secret from her and hardly even that. He hoped she was alright, though he wondered, what could go wrong? The only thing he could think of was getting in between Becker and Danny while they were either fighting or wrestling. He had made that mistake once. Swore he'd never do that again.

Taking one last look around, he saw someone else and smiled. Throwing on his trainers, he slammed the door shut and ran down the street.

"Hey, Mrs. Ruth." Connor said. "Would you like some help with your bags?"
"Of course I would, sweetheart. But you really mustn't tire yourself out like that." She smiled, noticing Connor's lack of breath at the moment.
"If I'm gonna keep up with Abby, then I ought to do something physical!"
"Did you get her yet?" Ruth asked, as she climbed her porch.
"She's never going to go for me!" He let out a laugh.
"One day, just one day, she might."
"Yeah, the day the world ends she's going to confess her love and then we'll all explode! How pleasant!"
"That ain't ever gonna happen!" She hit his back lightly as he dropped the bags in the kitchen.
"Point is," He said annoyed, starting to put things away. "She likes Stephen anyway. I'm never going to get a chance with that duffer around!"
"Now Connor,"
"Wait, wait, wait," Connor paused. "You aren't going to give me a lecture on saying duffer, now are you? Because I'm twenty three and I believe I have freedom of speech."
"I was just going to tell you that Abby's good with her instincts. Soon enough she'll learn that Stephen really is a duffer and only likes her for her looks."
He grinned. "This is why I love you."
"You know, it's weird, everyone on the street says the same exact thing."
"Except Becker." He laughed.
"Except Becker." She agreed. "But what are you gonna do with Hilary, anyways?"
"Um, not call him Hilary 'cause he'll beat me to a pulp?" Connor shrugged.
"He wouldn't dare touch a hair on your head."
"Yeah, we really bonded in school, didn't we?"
"I'd say." She nodded.
"Throwing up blood with a dude in the toilets really makes you the best of mates." He gave a small, sort of laugh.

"Anyway, you have to go, don't you?"
"Huh?" He gave her a confused look.
"Go find Abby. It's your movie night with her, yeah? Get a romantic movie, make a move, Connor."
He blushed. "There's no other way, is there?"
"No, you silly muppet!" Ruth chuckled. "You'll be fine. You're great with talking to Abby!"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah..." He sighed and walked down the knew the house so well, he had walked it a million times. It was like a second home to him.

"Hey, Lester." Connor gave a small smile.
"Hello, trouble." Lester grumbled, still staring at the TV.
"Uh...how's the show?" He asked.
"Shhhh! Benjamin might wake up this episode and I can't miss that!"
Connor rolled his eyes. "I uh...hope he does?" He shrugged and walked to the main room where the front door was, Lester had been watching the same soap since before the boy could remember. It was either a long running show, such as Doctor Who, or a show you could mindlessly repeat for the rest of your life, again, like Doctor Who, he thought.

He noticed something on the table just before he turned the doorknob and left. Being the curious child he was, he called Ruth over.
"What is this?" He held a stack of papers and pointed to them.
"It's a writing project I'm working on."
His eyes lit up. "Can I read it when it's finished?"
"Of course you can. Just like everything I write, you can read."
"Awesome!" He exclaimed.
"See yah."
"Bye, sweetheart." She ruffled his hair.
"Bye Lester!" He called.
"Goodbye, no rush to come back."

Abby just stared at Stephen, watching him play Rugby.
"You want someone to play with?" She asked, finally making somewhat of a move.
"Sure, if you think you can handle it."
"I think I can." She blushed and grabbed the rugby ball, tossing it towards him.
"You're pretty good." He winked, causing her to turn even more red.

Connor watched, feeling a bit disappointed.
"You play rugby a lot?" Stephen wondered, throwing it back at her.
"Erm...not too much. I'm more of a...kickbox girl." She laughed.
"Well, I think you're nearly better than me!"

Connor poked Abby's back, causing her to chuck it towards Stephen, terrified.
"Whoa!" Stephen exclaimed, rubbing his stomach where she hit him.
"Sorry! So sorry! I'm really sorry!" She apologized, and whipped around. "What Connor?" She hissed.
"I was just-just gonna say hi. I wanted to know if you wanted to hang out or somethin'."
"I'm a bit busy, don't you see?" She looked towards Stephen, Connor following her eyes.
"I'm sorry..." He sighed. "But remember, movie night tonight."
"Oh. Yeah. I'll be there. Like every Saturday." She nodded. "But you can go now. Trying to get a date."
"You want a date? With him?" Connor made a gagging noise, Abby elbowed him hard in the stomach."Ow! Don't do that!" He said.
"Well don't ruin my chances, Con!" She whispered sternly and turned back to Stephen.
"You alright there, Abby?" Stephen asked and grabbed the ball from the ground.
"Yeah, just fine." She smiled and nodded.
"Hello, Connor. Are you gonna join in?" He looked at him, just standing there awkwardly behind Abby.
"No." He shook his head. "I'm fine, thanks."
"Alright, well, bye then."
"Uh-huh." Connor mumbled and left to go lock himself inside his house with nothing else to do but to wait for eight to come around.