OK, so some of you may not remember, but the name of Jimmy Novak's wife in "The Rapture" is Amelia… That's kinda a trivia thing I threw in here. But she's not going to be a big character… 'Cause I didn't really like her. :3

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Jimmy leaned against his wall, studying the geography homework intently. His pencil eraser lay against his lips, every now and then transfering to the paper to document knowledge about Confucious. A history book lay across his lap, opened to page 294. Jimmy's eyes flickered to the alarm clock on his bedside table. 10:43 on a Saturday. He was sitting on his bed doing homework. That was sad. Setting the textbook and paper aside, he crawled across the bed and reached down to pull his cell phone out of it's cradle. He pressed down "2" and came up with Dean's speed dial. Draped over the side of the bed, he pressed the "Send" button.

Ring-ring.

"Hey man."

"Hi, Dean. Look, I've been doing homework for the past two hours and staring at the same page for half of that. I'm going up the walls here. Can you hang out?"

"You coulda just said that in the first place, and no, I can't."

"Drat."

A pause. Jimmy heard an unmistakable giggle (from a girl, not Dean) and pulled his mouth into an exasperated sigh. The silence continued for several seconds, with nothing but laughing in the background. Then, finally, Dean's voice came back online.

"M'back."

"I can tell. Did you forget to hang up?"

"What are we doing?"

"Huh?"

"You said you wanted to hang out! Where are we goin', what are we doing?"

"Uh. OK. But didn't you just- never mind. OK. D'you want to meet at the gazebo?"

"Yeah. Be there in ten."

There was a click and the line went dead. Jimmy sighed and clunked the phone back into it's charger. Dean was like that… so unpredictable, so… spontaneous. It could sometimes get a tinsy-bit annoying. But, there was no way Jimmy held it against Dean. It was just one of those silly traits you had to learn to live with. He crawled off the bed and pulled on his converse before walking downstairs, shouting "M'leaving, Mom!" and dashing outside before she could ask questions. He grabbed his bike that was locked to the drainpipe against the house and pulling out of the driveway.

The bike ride to the gazebo was short, only ten or so blocks. It was an off-white, circular porch with a grey roof in the middle of Lawrence City Park. It was here that Dean first tried to kiss a girl, and here was the same place Dean had first gotten slapped. It was here that Jimmy had sprained his ankle so bad (from jumping off the gazebo and landing weird) he couldn't go to school the next four days, and the same place Dean had carried Jimmy ten blocks home when the younger boy had almost broken his ankle. The memories here were plentiful.

When Jimmy got there, Dean was already sitting on the bench, flipping through a magazine. Jimmy leaned his bike against the gazebo and sat next to Dean.

"Sports Illustrated?" Jimmy inquired.

Dean shook his head. "Playboy."

"Uh-huh." Jimmy coughed. Dean held up the magazine sideways for Jimmy. The page depicted a blonde girl with her legs spread apart, clad with only a pair of cherry red panties. Jimmy wrinkled his nose and sniffed. Dean chuckled, "Would you do her? I totally would."

"Mleh."

Dean flipped the page to a picture of a raven-haired, exotic looking woman sitting on a motorcycle… in nothing but a pair of army boots. The handlebars of the motorcycle covered the pubic area, luckily. Dean chuckled again. Jimmy rolled his eyes and tapped Dean on the arm. "Hey, I'd put that away before you get too excited. There are kids here ya know."

Dean smiled, closed the magazine, and shoved it into the bag at his feet. "So…." he began. "Anything new going on with you and Amelia?"

Jimmy looked up from the floor. "Amelia? What about her?"

Dean snorted. "Oh, come on, everybody's seen the way you two 'catch eyes' in the hall. Any developments?"

"Dean, you're worse than my mother."

"Yo momma's worse than yo momma."

"What?"

Dean chuckled and kicked at a piece of dust on the floor. "But no, seriously, what's going on between you two?"

"Nothing. Amelia's OK, but she's not my type. She's so… pushy."

"Maybe that's a good thing."

Jimmy sent an exasperated look over at Dean, who gave him a trademark smirk. Then, Dean's smile froze into a barely-covered snarl. Jimmy looked back over his shoulder and saw a young man approaching. He vaguely recognized him from school… His hair was cropped short and was a grayish-blonde. His face was thin with high cheekbones and small, squinting eyes. He looked a bit older than Dean or Jimmy, perhaps a junior. A sound of movement behind him told Jimmy that Dean had stood up. The approaching man sneered and remarked, "Look at that. The lovebirds. How sweet."

"All alone today, Alistair? Not surprising. How long 'til you're off parole?"

Alistair stopped in his tracks. "Clever, Dean-y boy." Icy blue eyes focused on Jimmy, making the younger boy uncomfortable. "Who's this? Your boyfriend?"

"Jimmy." Jimmy found himself standing up, eager to make himself appear strong. "I'm Jimmy."

Alistair smiled snidely and turned his gaze back to Dean. "Hooked yourself a pretty one, Dean-o. Gotten to second ba-"

"He's not my boyfriend." Dean snarled.

Alistair's smile seemed to grow. "Nice. Can I have him?"

Jimmy shuddered suddenly. God, to have this, this man for a lover would be the most awful thing ever. He straightened his shoulders, trying to assert himself. Alistair stepped closer. He was now looking into Jimmy's eyes. "Wanna join me, Jimmy? I can show you a good time."

Dean growled and sidestepped closer to Jimmy. "Don't talk to him."

Alistair ignored Dean and leaned on the fence on the gazebo. "You're very pretty."

Dean now took his confrontation a step farther and moved in front of Jimmy, guarding him from Alistair. He leaned closer and seethed, "Get. The fuck. Away from him."

Jimmy swallowed and peered over Dean's shoulder. Alistair smiled gently and began to step backwards, away from Dean. He waved, "Ta-ta" and walked off. Jimmy released the breath he'd been holding and Dean turned to him. Thing is, his back had been very close to Jimmy, and when he turned, he moved forward a bit, and he didn't figure that his lips would scrape across the bridge of Jimmy's nose and bump into his left eye. "WOAH!" Dean yelled. "You wer- uh, uhm, you were, uh right ther-, sorry about that, uh, did I hurt you? Did that hurt you? I- God, what just happe-, are you OK?"

Jimmy blinked and nodded before reaching up and gently wiping the trace of Dean's lips away from his face. "Yeah, yeah. Um, I'm good. Fine."

Therein existed the first awkward silence that had ever come between these two.

"Who… who was that guy?"

Dean looked up from his fidgeting hands and stuttered, "Uh, wh-who? You mean uh, Alistair?"

"Yeah."

Dean shrugged and fidgeted some more. "N-nobody. Just some jerk from school who's pastime is creeping people out."

Oh-Ho-HO! We have sexual tension people! Sexual tension is IN DA HOUZE!