A/N:
Ok, here it is, part two.

3rd person P.O.V.

~In the kitchen~

"I still wanted to win though," Jimmy said, as he, Kait and Rich walked into the kitchen. "Didn't we all?" Kait replied, sitting down. "But I think it's better this way," she finished. "Yeah but..."Jimmy trailed off, as Esme puffed in followed by Gabe."Ok, I have faster reaction time, AND ghostly powers," she said. "Pa! That doesn't mean anything!" Gabe contradicted, as they got in to an argument.
Kait just looked at Jimmy, then tilted her head in the ghosts' direction."Good point," He said, sitting down. They'd been in the library deciding what to do with the rest of the day, when Rich had the idea to make a radio show, about the day's events. When they finished, it was around about tea time.
"Okay." Rich said,"what does every-one want to eat?" "I'll have a sandwich!" Jimmy called, as Rich pulled a face. "Err, why don't you get that Jim, you know how you like it. Kait?" "I'll, err, I'll just make myself a, proper, bacon sandwich," Kait answered, and we have both of those things here... You?" "I could go for a bacon sandwich," Rich replied. "Okay," Kait said, walking to the fridge and getting out what she needed.

"Hey!" Jimmy yelled, "why don't we have an ice cream week, to celebrate no-one winning!" It only took one shared look to decide the answer.
"Yeah!" Dylan shouted, enthusiastically. "Hang on, last time I checked we'd ran out of ice cream," Kait said. "I could pop to bogmoor to get some," Rich suggested.
"If you don't mind, then maybe Jimmy can make the Sunda-" Kait was about to finish, when Jimmy interrupted her, "week" he corrected. "Huh?" Rich said, giving Kait a look, doing a double take. "I've had one of his ice creams, trust me, they're delicious," Kait said. Rich looked hesitant, but took her word for it, as he walked out to get some ice cream from the Bogmoor village shop.

"Rock, paper, scissors, go!" Esme called, holding her hand out straight, while Gabe made a fist. "Ha! paper raps rock. I win," They'd been at it for half an hour now.
It had taken the time needed for Gabe and Esme to get to 'the best of 100' for Rich to get the ice cream and Jimmy to make it in to a Sunday, or 'ice cream week,' as they were calling it.
"Urg, are they still at it?' Kait asked, just to make sure she wasn't seeing or hearing things. "Still goin'." "Ghosts," "On and on and on and on."
When Gabe requested that they do best of 100.
"Urgg," Rich protested, dropping his head, in exhaustion and annoyance. Kait just rolled her eyes with a sigh. After one and a half years, she was used to it. Dylan didn't even notice what they where doing. He was just waiting for ice cream."You guys were right, there are things better than winning," Jimmy said, putting the ice cream filled trophy down, as every-one got their spoons ready,"ice cream!"
'Whoa,' Rich mouthed, unable to believe how big it was. "Maybe we'll never know if boys or girls are best," Dylan said, as everyone stared tucking in. "How long d'you reckon it'll take Esme and Gabe to t' figure that one out?" Kait asked.
"Mm, long enough for us to finish this," Rich answered, swallowing a mouth full of ice cream.
"Hang on, my spoon's not big enough." Dylan complained, even though it was the same size as everyone else's. Kait just raised her eye brows, in a 'you just wait, and see,' manner. There was some thing she and Rich had agreed on. As Rich pulled a ladle out of his pocket. "who-oaa!" Dylan exclaimed, in response to the size of it. "There you are, brother," Rich said, handing him the 'spoon'. "Swweeet" Jimmy said. "You earned it," Rich replied. Although, he may as well have said he earned it, but, that didn't bother any one there. "Tuck in li'le man" Rich said, as Dylan went straight for the cherry.

Dylan was the first to fill up, on account of the big spoon, having had a eighth, then Kait after two. Rich managed just over two and Jimmy had the last three. Apparently, he was still hungry, as he was disappointed when he realized there wasn't any left. When they were all done, they decided to have a movie night, with a suitable theme: contest. There was a surprising number of films to watch with that theme. After the first had finished, Gabe and Esme had given up, and decided to watch a film with the others. "Finally," Rich said, when he saw Gabe and Esme poof in.
"Yeah all that rock, paper, scissors, got boring," Esme said. "Can we watch with you?" Gabe asked, "sure, why not?" Jimmy answered, as he, Kait and Rich budged up to make some room for Gabe, while Esme sat on one of the bean-bags.
Dylan fell asleep half way through the second movie. "I think Dylan's had the right idea," Rich said, looking at his watch, after putting Dylan to bed. "Half 8?" Jimmy clarified. "Yeah, exactly," Rich said. "Well, I guess we may as well watch the rest," Kait suggested. So they agreed to watch the rest of that film, then Kait would go home.
Anyway, when the film finished, and everyone had said their goodbyes and good nights, Kait was about to go home, when she had an idea.

Rich's P.O.V.

I was just dreamin' 'bout being the youngest, young business man of the year, for 'potato flavored wasp hats' and takin' Kait out for cake. Just as I was giving my speech, Dylan went and woke me up, talkin' in his sleep again. 'Aww, right at the good bit,' I think. Sounds like he's dreamin' 'bout watchin' a documentary, about livin' in a, a cow shed? Honestly, some people wonder what goes through their pet's minds, I wonder what goes through Dylan's. Anyway, I try to get back to sleep, but that thing with the cow shed's woken me up too much, and winnin' business concepts start goin' round in my brain again, so I decided to get something to eat, to settle my thoughts.
On the way down to the kitchen, I hear the music and sound effects to the archery game we used to bend the rules with. 'Who's playin' video games at this time?' I think, trying to look at my watch, but not bein' able to see the time, due to lack of light.
Pokin' my head around the door, "okay. This is the one," Kait said, losing a virtual arrow, "gonna be..." she trailed off, missin' the target. "This is a joke, I hate this game."
'Well, she's tenacious, I'll give her that,' ' I think, 'but what's she still doin' here?'
As she got another one ready, aimed, and hit just off the center. "Yes! blulley-" "Did I hear something?" I say, deliberately cutting her off. "You was meant to go home hours ago," I finish, leaning on the wall. "Home can wait. I just want one more go on this game. I reckon I can take you on now," she replied. "I thought you wasn't bothered about girls, beatin' boys any more," I say. "This is about Kait, beating Rich," she replied. "Alright," I said, walkin' in, as Kait fired the last arrow, getting a score that, for someone like Kait, who is openly rubish at video games, was pretty good. "Ohh, and she's only gone and done it. Y'know, 'less you're, er, scared I'm gonna beat ya," she said, gettin' another round up. Ok, I had been goin' to insist she go home and that she could take the others on tomorrow, but THAT was a challenge. She was clearly using reverse psychology, but still!
"Scared?" I ask, "you know I never lose, right?" I said. "What, never?" Kait quiried. "Never." I confirmed. "At any thing?" "Never, ever, ever, ever, EVER!" I said, forgetting I'd come down for something to eat and picked up the spare controller. "You ready for this?" I asked firing.

3rd person P.O.V.

"YES!" Kait yelled, when she won the round. "No-way! Beat'n by Kait!" Rich cried. "Hey!" She replied, quite offended. "Best of three," Rich suggested. "Okay, counting this one," Kait said, getting up another game. Rich won that one and the final score in the last game was a tie.
"Well, looks like it really is a draw," Kait said, turning off the T.V. and putting the controller down. Then she realized some thing, "hang on, you didn't plan that one too, did you?" she asked, walking to the couch and sitting down. "You really think I would plan to loose to someone who is as openly rubbish at video games as you?" Rich queried. "No, all that practicin' must 'ave payed off," he said, follwing her example. "Well, y'know, when I put my mind to something," she said with a laugh. "Ha," Rich laughed, but he knew she was right, even if she meant it in a jokey way. "You can do anything you know, Kait," Rich said, in a slightly dreamy tone. "Thanks" Kait replied, then they both snapped out of it, realizing it was getting kind of awkward.
While they were trying to think of a way to amend the situation, Dylan walked in, creating the perfect distraction. "Dylan, what are you doin' up? You should be in bed," Rich said. "So should you, brov," Dylan said, "it's twelve o'clock." "Is that the time!?" Kait exclaimed, turning her torch lamp to check. "Oh great, I'm gonna be in big trouble when I get back," Kait said, grabbing her coat, and putting it on. "Well, hang on, you can't just walk back on your own, not at this time," Rich said, "you don't even 'ave a torch." "I'll be fine, Rich. Wouldn't be the first time," Kait replied. "No. I'm comin' with you," he said decisively. "You, don't have to do that," Kait said, awkwardly. "I'm comin'. And that's that," he finished. "Now off to bed with you, Dylan."

Kait's P.O.V.

Rich hurried up the stairs to get changed. By the time he'd done so, Dylan had gone to bed and I was waiting for him in the hall. "All right, let's go," he said, grabbing his coat and opening the door, getting blasted with wind, before slamming it shut. "You don't have to do this, you know," I said. I was grateful he was, but I didn't need an escort.
"Can't let you go out in that, alone," he said, taking two scarfs from the coat stand and offering one to me.
I wasn't sure if it would help, or if I would be in more trouble for this. I decided that my dad would be annoyed, what ever, and if he thought that they'd just let me go home alone in this weather, he would just consider them bad hosts. So I gave in, sighing I took the scarf and wrapped it round my neck.
"Ah, ha, see, I knew you would came around Kait," Rich said. "The thing is," I replied, "my Dad might be a little angry, so, unless he asks what you have to say for yourself, I wouldn't say anything."

As it happened, my Dad wasn't mad at all. When we got there, I knocked on the door and when my he answered, he just sighed, asked what was he going to do with me, and just told me to go in and get to bed. Relived and slightly confused, I did as he said. He was probably just used to it by now.
Walking up the stairs, I over hear him say to Rich that he loves me, but I've got such a mind of my own. Wanting to hear more, stopping on the upstairs landing. (We had one of those staircases, that go up, hit a wall, turn, go up a few more steps, then double up on itself, meeting the landing, taking you in a kind of U-turn.)
When I turned the corner, I leaned on the banister, listening in. It was built perfectly for that kind of thing.
I could hear Rich's reply, saying that he knew what he meant. He was telling him about the day, and how I had been bragging about girls being better than boys, and the reason I was home so late was because I'd insisted on playing the game 'til I beat him, saying that that was his reputation over.
"What're you doing?" asked a voice behind me, causing me to jump out of my skin. Whipping my head round, to find the source of the voice, I saw my younger brother Leo, who was back form magic school for the weekend. "Trying to listen in on Dad and Rich's conversion," I answer. "Why d'you wanna do that?" he asked. "Because I'm curious," I replied. Then I realized something, "what are you doing up, anyway?" "Errr..." he trailed off, then walked back to his room.
Leo's interruption caused me to miss a lot of dad and Rich's conversation. Luckily, there wasn't much to what I missed, just dad thanking Rich for walking me home and wishing him a safe journey back. Deciding I'd stayed up late enough, I went and got ready for bed, wondering what Rich meant by, 'I know what you mean'. Shaking it off, I got in to bed. 'I'm sure he just meant I can be annoying,' I thought, falling a sleep.

A/N:

DONE! on to the next chapter. I don't think I'll be doing the next episode.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the characters. The third paragraph and the second half of the fifth, are from the episode 'Boys vs Girls'.