"What's the matter, Sammy boy?"

Standing in the doorway to the hockey team's changing room, Sam frowned some more as he saw Derek approaching him with his infamous smirk. "What's the matter? You wanna know what's the matter here? I tell you what it is." Sighing in frustration, Sam stepped aside, so that Derek could see how the floor was beginning to flood with water. "Little plumber here wanted to play with the pipes of the showers!"

"Uh, excuse me!" Ralph proudly made his way to where his friends were standing in shock. "I had to know where they got to… duh"

"Ralph! There's this thing called plumbing system! And normal people don't just go wondering about its dynamics! As long as the water goes down the drain, you're not supposed to give a flying crap about it!"

"Language, Venturi!" a man in his 60's walked up to them from behind, putting a hand onto Derek's shoulder to settle him down. "And, Papadapolis…" the coach turned to look at Ralph, who was still smiling widely, not really understanding the full gravity of the situation. "You need pro help. For the school's sake, go see a specialist."

"Yeah, Coach, but right now what do we do? We need a changing room… not all of us want to end up smelling like Derek!"

"Hey, thanks a lot, Sam!"

"Enough you two!" the coach promptly cut Derek off right before he could smack the blonde's arm. "Unfortunately, it might take quite some time to get things here back to normal and make this place look less tsunami-stricken. So, well… I talked to principal Lasseter and he said that you guys will use the football's team changing room in the meanwhile."

Derek and Sam's jaws dropped immediately at the break of the news. No way this was really happening. And most of all, no way Ralph was going to get away with it.

"What the f…"

"For Pete's sake, Venturi, mind your mouth in my presence!"

"What a fluke…" Derek breathed out with a fake smile, eyeing Sam sarcastically as they both knew what was in store for them. Hell to say the least.

"Max… Max, wait…" Casey managed out between his heated kisses. He looked up at her with a puzzled expression, hopefully waiting for her to resume their make out session. "Uhm… I think I heard Edwin and Lizzie get hom…"

"Gosh, Casey…" Max sighed heavily, retrieving his hand from beneath her shirt, where it had been wandering about for almost half an hour, fervently grazing her toned stomach and ultimately reaching for her smooth back to try to unclasp her bra. Shifting so that he was resting on his elbow, the muscularly toned boy slapped his forehead in frustration. "Case. There's no one here. There's just you not being ready yet. As usual."

"Uh? Pardon?" The brunette blinked several times, her bright blue eyes widening as she tried to get her hair out of the way across her forehead, tucking it behind her ears. "How supportive of you! Excuse me if I want to wait for the perfect moment before…"

"Casey, baby, come on… we both know nothing will ever be perfect enough for your standards!"

"And what is that supposed to mean!"

"Okok, come on." He sat up and quickly brought her into his arms, cupping her face with his hands and kissing the tip of her nose. "Baby… I can't wait to make love to you. I wanna be inside of you more than anything. I love you, so I'll wait. But just know that it's really killing me."

"This stink is killing me, dude!" Derek complained as he and Sam were showering after practice.

"Yeah, me too… who knew the football team's changing room's bathroom could actually smell worse than ours…"

"Sam, you know those scumbags..." Derek got on his toes so that he could have a look at Sam, his head hovering over the wall that separated their two shower cubicles. "I tell you, those…"

"Sh… listen…" the blonde boy trailed him off, motioning him to pay attention to what was going on in the room next to the showers.

"I want to wait for the perfect moment Max!" Max whined mockingly, letting himself collapse onto the changing room bench as his teammates crowded around him.

"So… you're telling me Casey still hasn't given it up to you yet?"

"Yeah! It's been what?… ages! She won't even let me take off her stupid bra! … She's just always so freakishly uptight… She doesn't even know how to fully make out properly! If you kissed her full mouth, you could tell she just doesn't know what to do with her tongue exactly! I really don't know… maybe she thinks she's the only girl in the planet I could possibly have an intercourse with!"

"Intercourse?"

"Yeah, that's how she calls fucking. So pathetic. Just wait until I'm done with her, and she'll never be like this anymore."

The long walk home was silent for both Sam and Derek, as they kept thinking over what they had just eavesdropped in the changing room. Derek was fidgeting nervously with the keys in his hand, a thoughtful look on his face. Finally he found it in himself to speak up. "So, uhm… should we tell her?"

Sam lifted his head up questioningly. "Uh… tell what? And to whom?"

"Tell Casey that Max turned her and her sexual habits into the changing room's laughingstocks. I mean, we both know that I'm not exactly that… fond of my stepsister but I really don't think that being treated like this would be nice for any girl at all…"

Sam's eyes widened, afraid of the seriousness in his friend's eyes. "No,no,no,no,no… and no, Derek. We're not going to mess up with the football team's captain right now that we share the same changing room. It's already hard to stay civil as it is now, no need to make it worse. And… no. You are that fond of her."