Okay, I'm thinking of making this a collection of short stories about the boys getting up to mischief. I'll post the ages of the boys at the beginning of the stories.

Scott-23

John-21

Virgil-19

Gordon-16

Alan-15

Disclaimer: Not mine, I wish.

Scott let himself into the house. He had been taking advantage of his weekend pass and had been out with his friends. Closing the door, he turned around, only to be confronted by three of his younger brothers crouching beside the living room door. From the other side of the door he could hear his father's voice. He sighed and walked over to his highly amused brothers.

"Alright" he put his hands on his hips, "What's going on?"

Three instantly innocent faces looked up at him. Seeing Scott's smiling face, however, innocent faces turned to wicked grins. Gordon explained, "Dad answered the door an hour ago to find Alan being held up by his collar. He'd been caught down by the old barn"

"What!" Scott knew what the old barn meant: make out central. That meant Alan had been dragged home by a father, "Alan's just 15. What's he at getting hauled back here? Who was the girl, anyway?"

This time it was Virgil who answered, "Amy Martin" he laughed.

Scott sat down beside his brothers, trying to remember who she was. Then he did a double take. "Amy Martin? But isn't she-"

"Seventeen,Alan" came his father's voice, "She's 17 and you are only 15. What were you playing at?"

The boys laughed at the look on Scott's face. "Seems our little brother got one up on us there" chuckled John, "Two years older then him, and he's only 15 to boot"

"But that's not all" Gordon smirked at the puzzled look on his older brothers' faces, "Don't you remember who Amy is? She's-"

"The Sheriff's daughter, Alan" their father's voice once more cut them off, "His only daughter, I might add. You deserved to be dragged back here by the ear"

Virgil almost burst out laughing, catching himself just in time. John and Scott were exchanging incredulous looks. The Sheriff's daughter. That was a new one. No wonder their dad was so mad.

The boys were so busy digesting this piece of information, they failed to hear the approaching footsteps. They did, however, see the door open.

Jeff was about to step into the hall when he noticed the obstruction. Four instantly innocent faces turned up to him from their position on the floor. Jeff ran a hand through his hair. His boys would be the death of him, he was sure of it.

"Boys, get away from this door. You're too old to be listening at key holes, especially you three" he looked at his three eldest, "Alan" he spoke to the son who was standing behind him, "I will decide on your punishment tomorrow. For now just go to your room"

Jeff watched as his youngest headed up the stairs, closely followed by his older brothers. He still couldn't believe his baby had been dragged home by the ear. It had happened before, of course. Jeff had long resined himself to the fact that raising five teenage boys was not going to put him on good terms with the local fathers.

But fifteen? Scott had been eighteen when Jeff had first got that knock on his door. Even Gordon was sixteen. And the Sheriff's daughter? That was certainly the topper on all the other boys escapades. That was what the idea too, Jeff knew that. Alan was the baby of the family. His brothers tended to dismiss him so he always had to do one better then them. It was putting Jeff in an early grave.

A sudden burst of laughter made him look up. It was coming from Alan's bedroom. Jeff sighed, once again running his hand through his hair. He knew that he would now have to go upstairs and kick his four eldest out of their brother's room.

Oh, Lucy, he thought, how am I doing this with out you?

A/N: So, what do you guys think? I thought this story ended up a bit dry. I kinda have writer's block. I will try to make the next one better. If anyone has any ideas for stories I'd love to here them.