A/N Thanks for the reviews and alerts, I was afraid no one would like this, so thanks again, your reviews make me smile and stuff.

Chapter 2: Making Electricity

"Oi, numbnuts, you're an hour late." Gordon complained by way of greeting when he opened the door to let James in.

"Don't be such a girl." James admonished as he walked in, kicking his shoes off by the door. Mrs. Macpherson, whilst not big on rules did have one big one and that was no shoes on the carpet. She'd had a full go at Gordon's dad once for walking three steps past the door mat with his boots on and he had just gotten home after four months at sea.

Gordon opened and closed his mouth a few times, looking like a goldfish, no witty retort coming to mind fast enough. "Whatever." He mumbled whilst walking past James and towards the couch on the other side of the room. He picked up his game controller and went back to shooting aliens on the large flat screen in front of him.

"Hey, Ems invited us to the park for ice cream this afternoon." James sat next to the taller boy and grabbed the other controller on the coffee table.

Gordon shifted his attention from the screen for a second to make sure James wasn't having a laugh. He'd been on the receiving end of much teasing about staring at James' sister a few weeks back, but anyone else would have done the same thing. It was hard not to watch as the red head was running on the treadmill, her boobs bouncing with each stride, her shirt wet enough to almost not even matter that she was wearing it. Gordon suddenly felt his face getting hot as he shifted uncomfortably on the couch.

'Think of sports, fat men on mopeds…' he thought over and over, a trick his dad had taught him a couple months ago.

"What do you say?" James asked, too engrossed in the game to notice his friend's discomfort.

"Brazil, 1958, 1962, 1970, 1994, 2002…Italy, 1934, 1938, 1982, 2006…"

James paused the game and turned to stare at Gordon, "What the bloody hell are you on about?"

Gordon shook his head, seeming to snap out of his daze, "oh, um, I was just reciting the years countries had won the World Cup."

"What for?" James blue eyes scrunched up, as if he was trying to solve a difficult Sudoku puzzle.

"No reason," Gordon shrugged, turning his attention back to the game after unpausing it. He acted as if it was perfectly normal behavior for him to be randomly rambling off World Cup statistics.

James dropped it, he'd become accustomed to his friend's randomness long ago. "So about this afternoon?"

"Oh, yeah, sure." Gordon quickly agreed whilst trying to keep thoughts of Emily Fitch and her workout attire out of mind. It'd be quite embarrassing trying to explain to his best mate why he'd just pitched a tent in his trousers whilst sitting next to him on the couch. "We just have to make sure we're out of here before mum and Alfie come back or she'll make us take him along."

A few hours later, the two boys found themselves bored with video games and decided to head to the park earlier than planned. They had managed to leave before Gordon's mum and little brother had gotten back from the weekly shopping, a fact that made both boys happy. Gordon's younger brother, Alfie was a major pain in the arse. He would follow them around, whining about everything. James didn't think there was a more morose nine year old then Alfred "Alfie" Macpherson.

He was by far the gloomiest kid around, and that was even counting Moaning Lisa, the emo girl in the year ahead of them that would quote classic Morrissey and Bright Eyes whilst her mascara ran down her face as she cried about her spilt latte. Alfie Macpherson made her look downright cheerful at times in comparison. He walked around like he had a personal storm cloud over his head, a perpetual look of dread on his face. He was only nine, what did he have to be so down about, James often wondered? And forget trying to tell the kid to lighten up, he would only spout some depressing fact about global warming or the economy or whatever gloom and doom situation had caught his attention that week. To say the kid was a downer was like saying the Arctic held a little ice.

"Hey, James, isn't that your sister over there, snoggin' that other girl?" Gordon said, unable to keep the excitement out of his voice whilst pointing towards a large tree. Sure enough, under the tree his sister was sitting in her "friend" Naomi's lap, looking as if she was fused to the other girl's lips. Her red hair was unmistakable in the bright sunshine.

"Bloody hell, I knew it!" James muttered, he was too amazed to look away, though a part of him knew he should. It wasn't that he found it exciting in the way Gordon obviously was, by the way his friend was practically panting. It was more like finding the last piece of a puzzle you were almost positive of the answer to but couldn't be completely sure without that final piece. James felt a moment of self satisfaction for having what he had suspected for awhilst now, finally confirmed.

Though, something inside him told him that he was intruding on this moment, that he shouldn't ruin it. It was a private moment his sister was having, albeit they were in a public park, but he knew she wouldn't be kissing her supposed friend if she felt any one from her family would catch them.

"Fuckin hell, Fitch! Your sister really is a lezza!" Gordon cried out, giddy with the discovery. "And she has a fit girlfriend from the looks of it, mate."

"Quiet down, yeah." James snapped at his friend, not wanting to draw attention to them being there. "Let's just go walk around for an hour, until it's time to meet up with them."

Gordon wisely decided not to protest at the look in James eyes. They left no room for argument, regardless of how much Gordon very much wanted to continue watching the two girls under the tree.

They walked off in the opposite direction from the tree, both lost is thought on what they had just stumbled on. They were having completely different thoughts on the matter to be sure. Gordon felt as if he had just hit the jackpot, as that had to be the single hottest thing he's witnessed in his short life thus far. He was sure to be spending many long showers thinking back on that moment.

For his part, James' head was swimming with how this was going to affect his entire family. He didn't think there was anything wrong with gay people, not that he'd ever given it much thought until recently when he had started suspecting his sister was one. He reckoned as long as they weren't hurting anyone, what was the big deal? She was still Emily, his big sister who sometimes tortured him and other times got on well with him. Who she was snogging and shagging didn't change that. If anything, he suspected, Naomi was mostly the reason she'd been in a better mood and by default nicer to him lately.

He remembered his mum's reaction that night Emily had said she had been shagging Naomi, he thought his mum's head was going to blow clear off her shoulders. He had never really believed Katie when she had told their parents that Emily was just having a laugh at them. Emily had looked deadly serious when she had dropped the news. James knew that there was going to be a lot of shouting at the Fitch household when his parents found out for real because he knew that eventually Emily would tell them again and that time Katie wouldn't be able to brush it aside so easily.

He'd seen a change in Emily over the last couple months. She wasn't such a push over when it came to their oldest sister anymore. His family tended to underestimate James due to his age, but he was quite observant of what was going on around him.

"Damn, Fitch, I can't believe we saw your sister snogging another girl." Gordon laughed, breaking the silence after a little whilst.

"Yeah, well, don't bring it up to anyone, yeah?" James was suddenly feeling the need to protect his sister for as long as he could. He wasn't sure where the feeling was coming from, it was something new, but he knew that it was the right thing to do. A part of him knew that they might have their moments where his sisters had been completely beastly towards him but he'd also gotten his own licks in when he could. It had been a two way street, only thing was there were two of them against his one but regardless, when it came down to it, Emily was his sister. There was an unspoken rule between siblings that you could say or do whatever towards each other but when push came to shove, you stuck together against everyone else. James felt a burst of pride in himself, he finally felt like he was growing up a bit.

"What? Why not?" Gordon quickly asked, not understanding why James would want to hide this news, it was epic.

"Because our parents don't know about Ems and I don't want them to find out because some twat mentioned it to their gabby mum who would gossip about it until it got back to our mum." James took a deep breath, a determined look on his face, "No, this is something Ems has to tell our folks on her own."

Gordon shrugged, not seeing what the big deal was if James' parents found out, but then again, Gordon didn't know how Jenna Fitch could get. "Whatever."

"No," James stopped on the sidewalk, putting his hand out to stop Gordon as well so that he was looking the taller boy in the eyes, "I'm serious, Gordon, you have to swear not to say a word to anyone about this."

Gordon felt a subtle threat flash in James blue eyes, he'd seen that look before but never directed at him. To say it unnerved him a bit was an understatement. "Ok, fine, man, geez. I swear."

Gordon didn't want to call his best mate a sneaky bastard, but James was the clever sort. He'd get back at a person in ways they would have never thought of, when they least expected it. And half the time it could never be proved that it was him. By the time he was done, you'd wished he'd just bloodied your nose and been done with it.

It was for those reasons that Gordon knew that he was going to keep on James' good side and never breathe a word about what they had seen under the tree at the park. But that wouldn't stop him from replaying it over and over in his head.

"What the fuck, James, watch what you're doing, yeah?" Emily shot her brother an annoyed look after he'd knocked Naomi's bag off the table for the third time.

The four of them sat around a small table outside the ice cream shop across from the park. It was a gorgeous day outside, so the place was packed with families and kids hanging out enjoying the beautiful weather.

Gordon hid his snicker, quickly licking his ice cream cone, making sure to watch as Naomi bent over to pick her bag up once more, giving everyone at the table a perfect view down her shirt at her ample cleavage.

Yep, that James is one clever lad. Gordon thought, thoroughly enjoying the show. Fuckin 'ell she has great tits.

"Sorry, Naomi, the table's too small with all of us crowded around it." James offered, quickly wiping the smirk off his face and replacing it with an apologetic one as the blonde girl sat back up in her chair, this time throwing the strap of her bag around her shoulder.

"That's only because you moved your chair as close as you could to hers, James." Emily pointed out, mildly entertained with the idea that her brother might have a crush on her girlfriend.

"There's bird shit on the table, Emily, I'm not going to eat my ice cream over a pile of bird shit, now am I?" He shook his head, screwing his features up in a look of repulsion. It was gross but most importantly, it allowed him a great view down Naomi's shirt. The first time had really been an accident when he'd knocked her bag off the table, but after the eye full he's gotten when she'd leaned down to pick it up was all the encouragement he needed to try and knock it off the table as much as possible.

Naomi had a sneaking suspicion as to what was going on, even if her girlfriend seemed to be oblivious. She'd caught the funny looking tall kid, Gordon, all but drooling every time she'd bent over.

Emily rolled her eyes at her brother and went back to her ice cream. Deciding that Naomi's chocolate fudge sundae looked better than the butter pecan waffle bowl she had, she leaned over the table and stole a spoonful of the blonde's.

"Oi, thief, mind your own ice cream." Naomi laughed at the redhead, playfully slapping her hand away. Emily smirked at the other girl as she slowly licked the chocolate ice cream off her spoon, giving Naomi her best "fuck me" eyes.

Naomi was too busy gulping and feeling a bit hot to notice that next to Emily, Gordon was having the same reaction.

James kicked Gordon under the table, scowling at his friend to stop checking his sister out right there in front of him.

"Hey, Ems," James voice quickly broke through the intense stare the two girls at the table where locked in. "when do you reckon Mum and Dad are gonna drag us to the lake house again this year?"

Every summer for as long as James could remember, their parents had taken them all to the family lake house for two weeks during summer holiday. It was owned by their dad's parents, Grandma and Grandpa Fitch. It had been fun when they were kids but as they got older, it had become two weeks of boredom and forced family fun. James loved his grandparents but there was only so much time a young boy could spend with them without any video games or a computer before going crazy with boredom. The only saving grace was at least their cousins were there to suffer with them.

"Actually, Katie and I aren't going this year. We have a couple of Uni tours and mum has Katie meeting with a tutor to make sure she gets her levels up." A look passed between Emily and Naomi that tipped the youngest Fitch that Uni and levels would probably be the last thing on his sisters' minds whilst the rest of the family was gone for two weeks.

"That's just great." James exclaimed sarcastically, "whilst I'm stuck in the woods bored out of my mind, you and Katie get to stay behind and do whatever. That's not fair at all."

"Sorry, James." Emily smiled, not really sounding sorry at all. "When you get ready to choose a Uni and are smart enough to plan all the tours during the family holiday, you'll get to stay behind as well."

James grumbled as he finished his ice cream. It really wasn't fair sometimes how Katie and Emily got to do everything and he was barely allowed out past dark.

"Hey, maybe you can come with me and my family on our holiday," Gordon offered his friend.

"Thanks but no thanks, mate, spending two weeks on your uncle's sheep farm in Scotland sounds even more boring."

"Yeah, you're right." Gordon shrugged, it was pretty boring at the farm, even seeing the occasional farm animal fornication had lost its novelty a few years back.

"Maybe mum and dad will let Gordon come with you," Emily offered, "there's gonna be plenty of room in the car now."

Both boys immediately brightened up by the suggestion.

"Yeah, we should see if you can come along, Gordon." James excitedly spoke, sure that having his best friend along would make the two weeks much more bearable.

"I'm sure my mum wouldn't mind, she barely likes my uncle and his family plus dad's not going to be home this year."

"Do you think mum and dad will let me bring Gordon?" James asked Emily. He wasn't sure if his parents would be keen on letting him bring a friend along, it was suppose to be family time but if Katie and Emily weren't going, they couldn't use that argument.

"I'll talk to mum, tell her that she should let you bring a friend along since Katie and I won't be there to keep you company." Emily knew she could get her mum to agree, the last thing Jenna would want to deal with for two weeks was a grumpy James, he could be a right prig when he got into his moods.

"Aw, look at you, Ems, being all nice to your little brother." Naomi gently teased the hazel eyed girl.

"Well, he's not a complete wanker." Emily laughed, ruffling James hair affectionately.

They sat there a bit longer, James and Gordon talking excitedly about what they could do at the lake house, whilst Emily and Naomi kept trading sly looks at each other.

"Damn, we have to get going, Ems, I told my mum we'd only be gone a few hours. She said she wanted to talk to me about something." Naomi stood up, the metal chair grating against the concrete as she realized they'd been gone for a lot longer than they'd meant to be.

"Right, we've got to get going but I'll see you at home, James, though probably not tonight." Emily passed another sly look towards the blue eyed girl next to her. "It was good to see you again, Gordon."

"When are you going to talk to mum for me, Emily?" James asked, he wanted to get things sorted as soon as possible to give him time to make an alternate plan if Emily wasn't able to get their parents to agree to let Gordon come with them on holiday.

"I'll talk to her tomorrow, yeah." Emily reassured her brother.

"Thanks, Ems, you're aces." James beamed at his sister, a bright, genuine smile, one that she barely recognized because it was so rarely directed at her. Emily smiled back and gathered their rubbish to dump in the bin.

"It was nice to see you again, lads." Naomi smiled at the boys, as Emily walked over to the bin "you little pervs" she added quietly so Emily wouldn't hear the last part. Naomi smirked at the two shocked boys. Gordon's face turned red as he stared at his shoes, embarrassed at knowing he'd been caught checking both girls out all afternoon.

"Can't blame us when the view is so lovely, can you?" James cheekily replied, tossing a wink at the amused blonde. With that parting shot, James nudged Gordon as he turned around and crossed the street back to the park to waste some time before they had to be back at the Macpherson's.

They walked down the path, running into a friend from school, Connor Witham. Connor was an alright guy, he was good at sports and rarely started any trouble. He mostly talked about football and Manchester United, his two favorite things in the world.

"Alright, Connor." James greeted the tall, dark haired boy as he dribbled a ball between his feet.

"Hey, Fitch, Macpherson, how's your summer going?" Connor stopped his footwork, casually resting a foot on top of the ball.

"So far good, you?" James replied, leaning against the back of a bench. Gordon sat down on the ground under the shade of a large tree. The Unusually warm summer was too much for him, he wasn't much of an outdoors person. He spent most his time holed up at his place playing video games.

'It's been alright. Coach has us practicing a couple hours every day to get ready for the upcoming season." James studied Connor, school had only been out for two weeks but he already looked like he'd grown at least half a head taller and was developing some muscles. He was exactly the kind of guy James knew he father wished he was more like.

"How's the team looking this year than?" Gordon asked, mildly interested but mostly thankful to have a shady spot to sit. He wasn't particularly in a hurry to move from it.

"We've got some great new talent that transferred in plus with me and Durby we're looking at a great year." Connor's eyes lit up as he talked animatedly about the teams odds against the others in the area. James politely listened but didn't give a toss about football or plays or any of that.

Connor went on for a full twenty minutes before James started looking around for an excuse to leave the conversation. It was at that moment that everything seemed to stop for James Fitch.

It was like one of those moments in a movie where everything slows down and the camera focuses in and the music swells up in the background. It was exactly like that for James the first time he saw her. Connors words turned into a faint murmur in the background and everything else went blurry except for the sight of the girl with the chestnut colored hair, who was running towards them, smiling and laughing, like she had just heard the funniest joke ever. Her bright green eyes twinkled, either from the sunlight or the impossible brightness of them, James couldn't be sure of which. He swore his heart stopped and MGMT's Electric Feel starting playing.

Then everything sped back up as the girl ran right into James, pushing something into his arms before giving him a quick wink and running off down the path again.

"I'll be back for that." She called over her shoulder at the shocked boy.

James was stunned for a few seconds, unsure of what had just happened. He closed his mouth, which had been hanging open since the girl had run into him. It took James another three seconds to realize a rather large, sweaty man was now running straight for him and his friends.

"Hey, you damn kids!" The man yelled, his face red with exertion as he huffed and puffed ever closer to the three boys. "Stop right there!"

James took one look at the angry man running towards him and then looked down at the brown paper bag in his arms. Not knowing why he was doing it, James took off as fast as he could in the direction that the girl had gone, he noticed that Gordon and Connor where right behind him.