A/N: I really should be writing my Tower Prep stories but I was craving this show and watched the movie three times on friday and this just kind of happened. Hope you like it. I don't imagine this fandom has a lot of readers so please review.

The Becky O'Shea list of the Day

If you want to stop liking someone here is the easiest way, have your dad and their mother start dating and living together and have to share a bathroom with them. A little complicated for you? It's how I got over my crush on my soon to be step brother Junior.

There is nothing like living with someone to bring all their faults glaringly to light.

Top Ten reason's I don't have a crush on Junior anymore

10) He always uses the last of the milk. It's not just once or twice either but every carton, so at least once a week or so I'm sitting across the kitchen table from him eating dry cereal.

9) The phone rings all the time now and its always for him. I think I would die of shock if the phone wasn't for him. It's always some cute girl from school calling to either moon over him or listen to him say hello and hang up, those are the worst.

8) He spends more time in the bathroom than any boy ever should. He takes more time in there than the rest of the house combined. And on top of that he always beats me to the bathroom in the morning, I swear he must wait for me to get up because pretty much the first thing I see is his smiling face slamming the bathroom door in my face. With him always in the bathroom first and forever you'd think that he wouldn't always get the last of the milk but he does.

7) He leaves the toilet seat up. This may seem like an over reaction but tell that to me after you fall into the cold water in the middle of the night. Seriously does the seat weigh a million pounds?

6) I must have at least ten girls at our school trying to be friends with me so that they can sneak into his room and steal something. It is seriously putting a strain on my friendships with girls. Not that I have a lot of them so you can understand why this added strain is a bit much for me, I'm starting to think I'll never have a best girlfriend... the closest I have is Debbie and I mean she's related to me.

5) After the summer we were all in pee wee football together Junior made friends with Murphy, Briggs and Patterson. I played with them too and while they are fun and great to play football with I don't really care for having them in my house. They are messy and love messing with me. They are always hanging out in Juniors room and frankly the walls are thin and I do not need to know about Patterson's intense love for Susan Wilkinson.

I've never been able to look at her the same way.

4) Speaking of thin walls not only do I know way more about the shape of Susan Wilkinson's...well everything then anyone should ever know I also haven't had a proper full nights sleep in far too long. Junior needs music to get to sleep. I very much do not. I have to wait until I hear his god awful snoring sneak into his room and turn off the radio before I can get to sleep.

3) As you may have been able to guess he's very popular with the ladies. Which unfortunately means I have seen almost everyone of Junior's many girlfriends in various states of undress.

2) Spike Hammersmith. You may be wondering what he has to do with me no longer having romantic feelings for Junior. It's not what you're thinking. Rather it seems that Junior and he have instead of growing closer like he had with Murphy, Briggs and Patterson they have developed some sort of weird rivalry. When we started living together he apparently took up my rivalry with Spike. I'm not sure how but this gesture pretty much solidified a new platonic feeling for the tall blonde.

1) The number one reason that I got over my crush on Junior is that our parents got married or at least are about to get married in a couple of weeks and we have been living in the same house for five years. Yeah they were pretty slow on the whole making it official in the eyes of the law thing. What can I say, he's my brother and for five years I have been living with his milk stealing, bathroom hogging, grudge sharing boy and slowly all the awkward I'm in love with my sort of step brother feelings have disappeared and living in my heart instead is a sisterly protect you to the end of my life, let you use my homework, cover for you when you sneak out love.

"Icebox." Looking up I can see Patterson in the hallway standing slightly away from the door frame as if he expects me to rush him.

Quirking an eyebrow and sitting up on my bed I close my Physics textbook and focus on the tall lanky boy, "What?"

"You know the start of term get to know you dance..." Peterson is twitching and the nervousness is kind of memorizing. Drawn to the sudden shyness of the normally brash boy, I lean causally against the door frame waiting for this conversation to go somewhere that makes some sort of sense. His nervousness would make sense if he was asking me to go with him to the dance but that is impossible. Not only because of his incredible love of Susan Wilkinson but because we barely tolerate each others existence beyond the football field. Personally I don't really care about him, he's Junior's friend and that's all.

"I know of it..." I push hair out of my face studying him. His bright blue eyes are darting around the room as if he's worried about getting caught.

"Did you know if..."

"Susan has a date?" I smirk at the shocked look on his face.

"How?"

I knock on the wall and the sound is loud and echoing in the hallway, "old house, thin walls." I pause to take in his sufficiently embarrassed face, "No she doesn't Billy. Ask her soon, I'm sure you're not the only one to notice her perfect...assets..."

I can hear Patterson swallow a lump in his throat, "Thanks Icebox...ummm good luck."

"With what?"

He's already moving down the hall to Junior's room, "getting a date."

He says it with such pity I want to call Debbie and tell her to warn Susan away from him. But somehow I know that he's being sincere. Painfully sincere and filled with pity for the girl that all the boys in school are afraid of.

Well almost all the boys but I didn't want to go there.

I was lying on the floor beside my bed the last of the free summer air drifting over me from the open window. I could hear Junior and Peterson talking excitedly about the dance and which girls would be the best choices. It was mostly a once sided topic because Billy was madly in teenage love with Susan and swore if he couldn't go with her he wouldn't go. It was mostly Junior who was having a hard time deciding who to go with. He was the most sought after boy in their grade and the grades below for that fact. The senior girls however seemed to prefer Spike.

It was a weird bad boy thing I think. He looked a little James Dean, he had a rebel without a cause, devil may care attitude with a slender but solid build. The only thing he seemed to give a shit about was football and I couldn't help but respect him for that.

This was the first year I wasn't going to be playing football with him and I was a little disappointed. I had both my arms broken last season, not at the same time but still I had had a hard enough time convincing dad and Patty to let me play after the first broken arm that after the second there was no way it was happening. So this year instead of pushing me to be better he would just be pushing my buttons.

I could see the blue and silver of my old lettermans jacket hanging on the chair on the otherside of the bed. I could hear excited girlish chatter and it pulled my attention away from the now sad silver and blue.

"Oh my god you will not believe what I just heard!"

Looking upside down towards the open doorway I saw pink kitten heels and soft tanned legs. Pulling my eyes up soft looking blonde hair and bright eyes and an excited pretty face. Debbie O'Shea.

Sighing I sat up, "What?" I was waiting for her favourite topic to come streaming out of her mouth, boys and the gossip that surrounded them.

Debbie flounced into the room and sat down on the floor next to me. She was smiling in a way that I knew that this news would be different, "I just heard that Coach Foster? You know the Football couch," She added like I hadn't been playing ball for him for two years already, "He's looking for a student assistant. I was there for practice when he was talking to Coach Miller. I almost fell off the pyramid to tell him that it should be you!"

"Oh my god!" There are very few occasions were I have jumped up and down with excitement, when we won the game against the cowboys five years ago, when I got kissed by Brad Shakemen in junior high and now. I stood up so quickly that I felt a little dizzy, "what did he say?"

Debbie jumped up elegantly and I felt a twinge of jealousy fly quickly through my body, " He said make sure she's here for try outs next Thursday!"

"Oh my god! I love you!" I grabbed her hands and we jumped up and down in a circle until Patty came rushing upstairs to make sure we were okay.

"Becky? Debbie? Is everything alright?" She still had yellow rubber gloves on and she was dripping sudsy water onto the floor.

"Becky's going to be assisting Coach Foster this season!" Debbie squealed excitedly.

"Icebox?" Behind Patty Peterson and Junior had appeared.

"I get to help the team after all!" I couldn't stop smiling.

"That's great!" Junior smiled.

"I thought she got a date for the dance." Peterson's words were quiet but they rang in my ears and the smile that Debbie had put there dropped.