Next chapter. It is about Roberta mainly now but once I get into the story it will be more about the four of them. Hope you enjoy, plase review, Jules.

I don't own them yadayadayada

"Roberta! Wait up!" A familiar voice came from behind her. He was probably one of the last people she wanted to talk to now.

"So I'm not allowed to tell my brothers or friends but you can tell yours?" Scott asked jokingly.

Roberta wasn't in the mood for jokes though.

"I didn't tell them, they figured it out. Not that hard with you looking at me like that! Could you be anymore obvious?" Roberta answered back snarkily.

"What did you tell them?" Scott asked tentatively, he could see Roberta was not in a good mood.

She sank onto the bench they were standing next to and said in a defeated tone

"I told them we kissed."

Scott was nodding his head a smile on his face. "Did you tell them we were together?" He asked hopefully.

"No! Coz we're not! Got that fart ass?"

"Okay, then what happened? Coz you're not with you friends so that must mean something big!" Scott said and Roberta was pretty sure he had just ignored her last sentence.

"They…they laughed at me." Roberta said quietly. She could feel the tears coming but she didn't want to let them out. She didn't know why she reacted so strongly to their laughter but she was in new territory and she new it wasn't her. She wasn't supposed to kiss a boy before Teeny; she wasn't supposed to like boys. She was Roberta she liked sports, got in fights and hated dresses, and boys for that matter. And she definitely wasn't supposed to like Scott, a Wormer.

The tears started to fall and she couldn't do anything to stop them. Scott sat down next to her and put his arm around her shoulders and cradled her as she cried.

Roberta suddenly felt completely stupid. Imagine what this would look like from an outsider's point of view. She cracked up laughing and stood up.

"Thanks for that Scott, but I gotta go find my friends." She gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and realized she could get used to that, then quickly ran towards the park, hoping Chrissie, Teeny and Sam were still there.

She only just realized what was so funny. It was Scott. They knew him since pre-school, and they hated each other. They were always getting in fights and yelling at each other. And frankly, she would have laughed if Teeny had kissed someone and it was probably funnier seeing as it was her, the boy hater. She was still mad at them for laughing, but at least she understood why they were doing it now.

"Oi! You guys haven't asked me the biggest question yet!" She yelled to where Chrissie, Sam and Teeny were all sitting.

"You're talking to us!" Chrissie said, obviously surprised.

"What do you think I'm doing now?" Roberta joked. "So are you guys gunna ask?"

"Ask what?" Sam questioned.

"Oh my god! Are you guys together!" Teeny yelled excitedly.

"No. Who do you think I am?" Roberta said, laughing along with them.

Teeny and Sam looked at each other. They both had seen Roberta's mood swings, where she had gone, in a few seconds, from talking casually to someone about something to punching their face in. At least they were use to it now.

"Hey, you guys wanna go grab a drink?" Sam asked the group.

"Yeah sure!" They all replied.

Once they were all piled in a booth at their favorite café, with a black cow each, the questions started coming.

"So, how was it?" Teeny said, looking Roberta in the eye.

"What are you, a pervert or something?" Chrissie said accusingly.

"We're still waiting for an answer here." Sam hinted.

Roberta spent as long as she could stirring her drink. After a minute of stirring, licking the excess off her spoon and taking a sip, she looked up.

"It was all wet and gross!" She said, screwing up her nose.

The three girls looking at her curiously all cracked up laughing.

Teeny was gasping for breath and she was laughing so hard people were starting to look at her strangely. Sam was also laughing very hard but hers had gone the opposite way. The only sounds that she was making were occasional gasps and she laughed hard and silently. Chrissie wasn't laughing as hard as the others, probably afraid that Roberta would walk off again. She was laughing loudly but not as loudly as Teeny.

"You'll get used to it." Teeny said in what was supposed to be a comforting way but was coming off a bit strange as she was still trying not to laugh.

"Have you ever kissed anyone?" Roberta asked coldly.

"Yes" Teeny said proudly. "Fifth grade."

"Properly?" Roberta added.

"No. What does it matter though?"

Roberta leant in close to Teeny and said quietly.

"So don't give me advice."

"But you're so clueless about this sort of stuff!" Sam backed Teeny up.

"Well she managed to get kissed. That's gotta count for something." Chrissie jumped to Roberta's defense.

"Ok then. Tell us how it happened. If there was anything that can be accredited to you, then we'll lay off."

They were all looking at her now. Wasn't Chrissie supposed to be on her side? This is so not fair!

"Fine. The first time, I was playing basketball and he was showing me stuff-"

"Wait, how did he get in arms length of you and not get punched?" Teeny asked.

"Shut up! Do you want me to tell you the story or not." When there was silence she carried on.

"And I invited him in for a pop and he asked why we fought all the time, and he said he thought I was a nice girl." Roberta trailed off at the last bit and her cheeks flushed bright red.

"Awww!" Sam said but quickly stopped at Roberta's death glare. She cleared her throat. "Go on."

"And then…he asked if he could kiss me. And I said yes." The last bit was said matter of fact-ly, like, if you tease me about this, I'll punch your face in.

"Okay, well that wasn't you." Teeny said.

"Hey! I successfully wooed him" Roberta replied angrily.

"Did you try to woo him?" Chrissie asked.

"No, but-"

"Then it wasn't you" Sam finished. "What about the second time?"

"Well he was outside my window last night and the stupid idiot was throwing friggin' rocks at my window."

Teeny sighed. It was just like a movie.

"And so I told him to piss off-"

"Don't swear Roberta!" Chrissie replied automatically to Roberta's dirty word.

"But he climbed up the tree- you know, I'm gunna cut that tree down- and he got in my room so I punched and we got into a fight."

"Typical." Teeny said dryly.

Roberta's answer was a poked out tongue Teeny's direction.

"And then…"

She was trying to think of a way to explain the sudden awkwardness in the air. It was sort of like the air between them had turned into pancake batter or something as thick. It was so quick it was like someone had flicked a switch, it was like someone had just punched her in the gut. And then his hands brought her head down and they were joined together for a few seconds. She could feel his lips moving against hers, almost like he was talking to her silently. And then she pulled away, only gently, but he took his hand from behind her head and let her escape, and it was over.

Thinking about it now, it didn't seem so bad. She probably just didn't remember all the bad bits; she had probably blocked them from her mind.

"…we kissed."

"That's it?" Teeny asked, shocked. "Then what?"

"I punched him."

The three girls broke, once again, into fits of laughter that caught the attention of the people sitting next to him.

"You have absolutely no tact!" Sam gasped, in between fits of laughter.

Roberta poked her tongue out at her.

"That's mature."