this is inspired by the music video for AAR's gives you hell. hope you enjoy it. REVIEW!!!! please! disclaimer: i don't own anything blahdy blah.

Macey's POV

I woke up on the couch in Wes's house. I blinked and then screamed. Kristy almost fell on the floor laughing at my shock.

"Kristy! Get out of Macey's face!" Wes shouted from the kitchen where he was starting dinner for us.

"I did!" she yelled back irritated.

I sighed and went off to Wes's room to get myself a change of clothes. I hadn't meant to stay out as late as I did the night before, but I didn't come home because Delia didn't have anything booked for today. I hated falling asleep in the middle of the day knew that I wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, but it was inevitable.

When we sat down for dinner Bert came stumbling in, passing Monica as she inched along.

"How did you sleep through that noise?" Bert asked me incredulously, referring to movers next door.

While I was away at college, they had built a house in the formerly empty lot next door. Someone was finally moving in. I wondered what they were going to be like, considering our unusual hours.

I looked up and noticed Bert standing by his chair impatiently, waiting for us to all scoot over to make room for him and Monica.

"Come on guys," he whined.

We finally took pity on the little guy, and moved over. Wes took a sip of his beer as he draped his arm around me. As soon as Monica sat down she dug into her steak that Wes had so kindly barbecued for us. Bert was jumpy and excited; as usual, as he tried to get us to talk (my theory is that he's secretly plotting for us to leave over our food each night so he could have extras). He asked us about our day, and we answered the same as always, saying that we simply hung out at the house or helped Delia. I loved staying here over the summer.

Bert suddenly switched gears as we heard a thud from next door, "Do you think we have to bring them pie?"

"No," I answered quickly.

The last thing we needed was extra cooking to do around here. Plus, we just aren't that type of people. Maybe a couple of years ago, when I was with Jason, I would have, but now I couldn't picture that. Furthermore, I couldn't picture anyone being delighted to meet us.

"Let's bring them a pie!" Kristy cried out sarcastically in a hilariously high falsetto voice.

They beat us to that though; we heard the doorbell ring at the same time we heard a truck back out of a driveway.

"I'll get it!" Bert jumped up excitedly and ran to the door.

He swung the door open eagerly, "Welcome to the neighborhood, sorry, we didn't come over first, but we wanted to give you some time."

I could picture the person easily peering over Bert's shoulder and into the house and then wrinkling his nose. Five teenagers living together doesn't always leave the house in the best condition, especially now. Not to mention two little girls visiting every day. Even though we loved it when Delia's daughters visited, they made a horrific mess.

"No problem. I'm genuinely glad to meet you. I brought your family this pie. Are your parents home?"

I froze. I knew that voice anywhere. After two years of occasional sightings and waves, I still recognize that voice. Jason was my new next door neighbor.

Bert went on, clueless, and still not knowing who he was talking to, yet why should he?

"I'll get my brother. Wes!" he shouted the ending.

I grabbed his arm and hissed, "That's Jason."

He understood what I was talking about right away.

"Stay here. He won't recognize me," Wes walked to the front door.

I couldn't help myself, and I ran up and pressed myself against the wall closest to where they were talking. Wes smiled, and I knew right away that he had a bad plan. He took off his t-shirt and ruffled up his hair.

"Bert, get back in there," he fake whined.

I could tell that Jason was startled, even from my bad corner view. Wes leaned his arm against the door jam. I had to try desperately hard to hold in my laughter.

"Ummm… we're kinda busy now," he said it hastily and grumpily as he turned his head back towards me as if he needed to get back to something.

"Uh… O.K. then, well, I bought you this pie! I hope you enjoy it. Oh, by the ways-"

Jason was cut off by a loud thud as I hit the ground. I blushed automatically, instantly regretting leaning over so far. That was definitely a mistake. I stood up quickly and tried to walk back into the kitchen as Wes attempted to block Jason's view into the hallway. It didn't work very well.

"Macey?" Jason called after me.

"Uh… Jason, hey, what are you doing here?" I tried to sound tired and busy like Wes.

"Um, I guess I'm his new neighbor, and I'm bringing him a pie," he pointed at Wes, "How do you know these people."

He seemed awed by the fact that I could be in the same house that held a guy that walked around without a shirt on.

This was more awkward than I thought it would be, "Yeah, I, um, live here. This is my boyfriend, Wes."

"Oh, that's nice," Jason shifted uncomfortably; in a way that I could that he definitely thought it was not so nice.

Kristy came traipsing in and practically shouted, "What's all this about?"

Jason seemed even more shocked by her than he was before, if that was even possible.

Bert called us from the kitchen, "Hey guys! Monica spilled Wes's beer!"

We didn't say anything, knowing that it would upset Monica, and we all ran back into the kitchen. That left Jason standing in the doorway.

"Pie Dude, come bring that in!" I could have killed Bert for saying that.

That's how Jason ended up in our kitchen, witnessing our colossal mess. He set the pie down, gave me a longing look, and left.