A/N: Okay, this fic is just something I thought of as I waited for the on-line college apps to load. Life without DSL is torture! Anyway, don't take this fic too seriously. I would also like to dedicate this fanfiction to Jacob, my "buddy-roo," who doesn't give a darn about his sexuality being known (way too proud of it) and actually wanted me to "personify" him as a character (Ian) in one of my fics. So here goes. . .
Extended A/N: Oh and um Peter doesn't appear in this fic for a while. But bare with me, he'll be there in full force eventually, I promise. So just enjoy the little interactions for now. And please Read & Review, thanks! =)
Stephanie and Ian both sighed in relief as they finally clicked the "SUMMIT" button to send in their college applications. With all that done, they can finally enjoy senior year with hardly any worries.
Ian stretched his long arms over his blonde head and yawned his large mouth. He spared a glance at his dear friend since pre-K and smiled lazily like a contented cat. "Well, they're in. You can stop being a study freak now."
Stephanie half-laughed. "Ha, I'm only a study freak because I have to be. I'm not blessed with those naturally smart genes like some people are born with." She sat back on her swivel chair and stared sternly at her companion. "I don't get it. You never finish your assignments, you show up late all the time, you never even study, and yet you manage to ace every damn class."
"You're just jealous," Ian scoffed playfully.
"And it's not only that," Stephanie continued. "You never gain weight! You eat like a pig, you don't play any sports, you watch cartoons all day. You don't even move!
"Hey, I move." He leaned in closer to her and wiggled his eyebrows teasingly. "I move my body very well when the occasion calls for it."
Stephanie shook her head, laughing. She could always count on Ian as being the flirt with a sense of humor.
"C'mon Steph, we could do the dirty deed before your parents come home." Ian grinned. "You know you want to." He rolled his swivel chair closer to her.
"Thanks, but no thanks." She gave him a funny look and pushed him back a bit. "Besides I'm not your type."
"How are you not my type?!" exclaimed Ian.
"Well, for starters, I'm a girl." She emphasized 'girl' as two syllables.
"So? I'll turn bisexual. I'm not a straight gay, you know"
"That's an oxymoron," Stephanie pointed out.
"I don't care. I'm fucking bored right now and I don't want to go anywhere. Can't we just have sex? Pleeease." He gave her the oh-so-famous puppy face. With his light blonde hair, pale blue eyes and pursed lips, he almost looked like a cute, harmless puppy. Yeah right, thought Stephanie. And Michael Jackson never laid a hand on that little boy. "I'll die of boredom if I don't do something soon."
"We could talk," suggested Stephanie.
Ian blinked at her. "Give me a porn mag. I'll go jerk off in the bathroom."
"What?! Hey, c'mon Ian."
"No seriously. I got enough talk time with my ex to last me a lifetime. God, he had more mood swings that all the girls I know combined. All he ever talked about was his hair, his clothes, his makeup. I swear he was like your stereotypical gay." Ian pushed himself out of the chair and went to the refrigerator to grab two bottles of ginger ale. He handed one to Stephanie and took a long sip from his own. "One of the reasons I turned gay was to escape all that bitchiness that came along with girls." Ian held up a hand before Stephanie could comment. "Except you, Steph. You're my friend, my homegirl, my–"
"Buddy-roo," finished Stephanie, sipping her drink.
"Exactly," said Ian. "Sure you have your mood swings too, but they're nothing compared to all the other ho's and sluts out there. It's not wonder all the cute guys are gay."
Stephanie choked on her ginger ale.
Ian laughed as he patted her back, and settled himself into the swivel chair. He handed her a napkin to wipe her eyes and nose. "So how's your love life, miss?"
"Non-existent. Yours?"
"On vacation. I hope to find true love when I get to college." Stephanie raised an eyebrow at that. "Or maybe just have lots of sex," amended Ian, grinning. "Hey, you're still a virgin aren't ya?" Her eyes widened. "You'll be what, 18 in a few months. You're gonna be an adult soon, like me." Stephanie rolled her eyes. "I just got one bit of advice for you: better to lose it to some high school sweetie than a college guy who would just dump your ass the morning after." Stephanie gave him a bored look. "I know it sounds cliche, but trust me. I'm the youngest in a family with 4 gals and 3 guys. I've seen shit like this happen." He took another swig from his bottle. "The last thing I wanna see is you fat with a bundle of joy in your belly."
"First off, I don't plan to have sex for a while, maybe not even till I'm married and have a job. And second, I don't want to grow up. Everything goes downhill when you do."
Ian frowned. "That's very pessimistic of you. Usually people turning 40 say that."
Stephanie shrugged. "Yeah, but I like being a kid." She sighed sadly. "I'm not nine years old anymore."
Ian's eyes roved over her body, lingering in certain areas just to tick Stephanie off. He smiled approvingly. "From what I see babe, that's not entirely a bad thing."
Stephanie scowled and ruffled his perfectly combed hair, knowing it took him 20 minutes just to style it the way he wanted. "Hey, not the hair! Aw, Steph!" She laughed at the several cow-licks he had sticking up. "Ya know, for a high school senior, you sure act like a nine-year-old sometimes."
"And proud of it," stated Stephanie, sticking her tongue out. Ian found himself doing the same in response and chuckled.
"You remind me so much of that kid who never grew up– what was his name?"
Stephanie opened her mouth to respond when suddenly a loud crash of glass breaking came from upstairs. Both friends looked at each other.
"What. . .the hell. . . was that?" asked Ian, spacing out the words.
"I don't know," muttered Stephanie. Her brows furrowed in concern. "Let's go check it out."
They bolted for the stairway up to the bedrooms. "I think it came from your room." Ian gestured to the second door on the right. "It's directly above the kitchen."
Stephanie nodded. "Open the door slowly."
"Wait a minute. How come I have to find out what's behind this door? It's your room."
"Well, you're the guy," Stephanie reasoned. "This macho shit is right up your alley." Ian gave her a funny look. "And you're braver than I am." She gave him big brown hound dog eyes.
Ian let out an exasperated breath. "Fine, fine. This is probably why going drag is so popular." He turned the doorknob and carefully pushed the door open with Stephanie huddled behind him.