Testesterone Boys…
SUM:After Sam loses his virginity, he's very pleased to know that Charlie hasn't yet. Sam doesn't think that Charlie has it in him to have sex with his girlfriend by next Friday- the bet is on! Beginning of possibly a Sam and Charlie mini-oneshot-series!
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Sam didn't stop humming the song that was playing on the radio when he got out of his car and walked-practically floated to his front door. What time was it? around 4:00! He beamed when he read the letters on his watch. Never had he stayed out so late with Elle- but he'd never done anything with her those times either. Now, Sam was proud to call himself a man without virginity! He could still feel beads of sweat resting on his chest hairs, on the back of his neck, down the inside of his legs. He loved the feeling. It would be a sad moment whn his mom made him shower.
"Hmm, hmm, hmm hm hmmmmmm"
He hummed quieter, as so not to wake the sleeping family inside as he unlocked and opened the door to the house- the 'big house' as his sister Karen called it. Quietly, stealthily, he slipped through the door. He held ground for a second, listening for any living awake sounds, then commenced tip-toeing into the dark kitchen. The mansion was so creepy at night. He wondered if Ben Brewer's ghost was in the kitchen with him. That just about scared him silly, so he just started running for his room-
"BOO!"
"AUUGGGH!!"
"Sam!"
"Charlie! Charlie?"
"Shhh!!"
"Sorry." Sam muttered, giving in. So he'd been caught.
"Where have you been!?" Charlie demanded, turning bright red with anger. "I've been sitting here all night! You better have a really good story to tell me-."
"Oh wouldn't you like to know." Sam said smuggly, removing his scarf.
"Sam…"
Sam grinned unwaveringly. "You know Charlie-." He walked up to his older brother, behind the kichen counter. "Elle's bra was the exact same color as your face right now." He winked, and Charlie's mouth fell open. "No, wait-." Sam added, "That was what was under the bra."
"Sam, you weren't-you didn't- you wouldn't- you couldn't!"
"I was, I did, I would, and I could."
"But you're the sophomore class president!"
"Oh, you should've heard what the chief of commerence did!"
"Yeah, but that's Tyler and you know him- but you- my baby brother- wait, with Elle?"
"No, with Hannie Papadakis from across the street. Of course Elle!"
"Oh my god Sam…" Charlie fell back in chair, his hand over his heart. "My little brother…"
"It's not that big of a deal, drama queen. Not like I haven't done it before…" Sam was lying through his, teeth, but he hoped it would be harder to see in the dark.
"WHAT!?" Good, the dark was working it's magic. "Who!? When!?"
"Oh, Tiana, Luisa, Stacey…"
"Stacey. No, I don't believe that." Charlie realizied his leg was being pulled.
"Believe what you want. But I did do it with Elle…More than I can say for you."
"Oh, yeah? What do you mean by that?"
"I mean, the fact that chicks seem to be more, shall we say, attrachted, to me than to you." He shrugged, as though the fact was as obvious as the darkness that Charlie couldn't see him shrugging in.
"Oh, excuse me? Little bro-." He got right up, and felt through the dark until he found the little tramp. "Let's get this straight. You, child- are short, stout, hairy, and chubby."
"And sexy." Sam muttered. If Charlie had heard, he was ignoring him. "AND you're hardly even the age to be doing things like that. But, me, however, I'm the captain of the football team, I'm 6'2- and I have a six pack to match." He lifted up his shirt up to prove it, but there wasn't mush to prove in the dark. "Yeah, that's great Char. But, you're still a vigrin, right?"
Now Charlie was quiet. The quiet, however, was spoiled with Sam's hearty laugh. "HA! I have that over you!"
"Whatever, sam…"
"You know, what?" Now Sam was getting cocky. –er. "I bet you couldn't get a girl in bed with you if you tried!"
"Please, child. This doesn't sound like a bet does it? You're just wasting your money-."
"My money? No, if I win- you have to write 'my brother has screwed more girls than me' as your quote in the year book!"
"And, if I win…you have to write 'Your class president is a man-whore' as your quote in the year book!"
"You're on!"
so they both left the kitchen for their bedrooms, running through their excited new thoughts-
'What did I get myself into? Lorelei isn't going to go for this. What can I do?!' [Lorelei is Charlie's girlfriend I made up
'Hm, I wonder if we have any of last nights fried chicken left over?'
TO B CONTINUED!
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