Chapter 's Author 's Team member note :) :Gosh... I thought I will abandon this story... I was stuck in one place, and too busy in writing "We got One Life" and "Not Ready for It yet " Stories that Nateve just gone down into the background... And then Cassandra S. Fisher gave me some ideas ( I will use them later on) and KateEals ( You know you're damn good , don't ya? ) wrote me whole chapter! So Neteve's fans, credits for this chapter goes to Eals .

N'joy reading her chapter! I was delighted of it!

Disclaimer : I own nothing exept Nateve plot, even this chapter wasn't written by me ...

Chapter 3: Dumb, Homer Simpson Moments

"Oh, my God, Nat," came Sam's drunken, eager voice through the wooden barrier.

"I really have to pee! Put down the mascara, and or, dildo, and let me in!" His last words were pleading. Nat was reminded of their younger days when their family lived on a base in a house with one bathroom, and she was always interrupted in her delicate (and necessary, damn-it!) make-up applications by Sam's boyish needs.

Damn him. Not again.

A bit chagrined, Steve took the initiative to open the door.

Sam's eyes became immediately furious at the sight of his soon to be fiancé's ex-boyfriend standing in a 5 X 10 powder room with his baby sister.

"Hey, Sam," was Steve's attempted cheerful response.

"HERRrrrrmmmm," was Sam's disgruntled reply.

"It's okay, Sammy," Nat stammered, emerging from her near bliss-full haze.

"He was just using his EMT expertise to bandage my hand." She smiled sheepishly and proffered her newly bandaged hand. She hoped TO GOD he didn't see through her pathetic subterfuge.

"I cut my finger cutting tomatoes, which, by the way Sammy, I shouldn't have to be doing as a guest to your future house." Nat placed a look of innocent scolding on her face, at once making Sam feel like an un-hospitable (future) host and trying to hide her. . . . What? Guilt? No way! There is no way she should feel guilty about beginning to fanaticize about screwing her brother's girlfriend's good high school friend and ex-boyfriend. There's no reason why she should feel like a looser for indulging in a little fantasy. After all, everyone has fantasies. Why can't her's be about her brother's girlfriend's good high school friend and ex-boyfriend? . . . Oh, Lord. She's going to Hell. . .

"Nothing fishy at all, Sammy, I swear!" Nat's grin was falsely plastered on her face. She could see that even with the mirror, literally man, 4 feet in front of her.

"Sam!" called a voice. Jules' voice, to be exact. "Where the Hell are you, in my room fantasizing about the Dallas Cowboys' Cheerleaders again?"

Sam cringed at the memory of Jules catching him in such fantasies. Although, she was probably more offended by the fact that he was watching an American football game, for any reason, instead of ANY other Canadian game. To Jules, curling probably would have been preferable.

"Nahh, sweetheart." Sam's pet-name for Jules only came out on two occasions: when she had almost died, aaaaaannnnnd, when he was drunk. For shame, Samtastic. Jules was, Like Totally, gipt.

"I'm just trying to use the washroom, but my annoying little sister is busy occupying it with your ex-boyfriend." A mischievous grin lit his face in Nat's general direction.

"You wouldn't," Nat grumbled.

"Sissy, I just did," Sam responded.

Just then, Jules appeared at the door next to Sam. "Wow," she looked quite shocked, one must say. "What's with the party in the bathroom with your sister and Steve?" Now a mischievous look lit her face as well.

These two neeeeeeed to get married. Nat thought. They're just too annoyingly similar.

"Nothing, purely professional," Steve replied, lifting Nat's bandaged hand in the process.

"Yeah, right," Sam snorted.

Jules elbowed him in the ribs. Their secrete sing language usually consisted of eye sex and. . .well, Jules lightly beating some body part of his.

"K, well, ah, Sam, come help me with restocking the ice in the cooler," Jules requested. It wasn't really much of a request; Sam was a slave to her beck and call, even before the whole shrapnel, anthrax thing.

As Jules led Sam away, Steve breathed a sigh of relief.

"Is your Bro always like that?"

"Not "always," but my future sister-in law is always a cool people reader!" Nat smiled at the thought.

Steve's face fell slightly.

"Oh, no," Nat stammered. "I didn't mean to come off like that. Ya know, what with Jules being your ex and all. . ." Nat trailed, suddenly, for perhaps the first time in her life, at a loose for words.

Sam perked-up at her apparent discomfort. "No, no, I get it. You're fine. I'm PERFECTLY happy with just being friends with Jules." Steve's face fell for a brief moment.

"Even if that means shopping with her for cloths to wear on dates with Sam. . ." he trailed off before adding, "and she, thus," he looked up at Nat with a matter-of-fact, informative gesture, "now treats me like her Gay-BFF." Awkward smile from both parties at this point.

"Yeah, Jules is cool like that."(Really? Treating an ex-boyfriend like a Gay-BFF?. . .) Nat was awkwardly thoughtful before adding, "Not that you seem gay or anything!"

Steve actually laughed. He found Nat's awkwardness cute and endearing.

"How 'bout we rejoin the party? I'm comfortable that your cut will not engender future gangrene, so, we're good in here."

"Yeah," Nat smiled, a little disappointed. She imagined this scene in the story of her life going so differently about 5 minutes ago, before her stupid-ass big brother botched everything, again! She swore he was the cause of the previous break-up with Jules by his inherent stupidity. She just needed proof. . . She grinned evilly. . .

"So," Steve continued her abbreviated thought.

"Yeah, that sounds good, I'm mean, if that was good for you, DUOOH," Nat ended with an inadvertent Homer Simpson impression, reading her own moronic, unintended innuendo.

Steve laughed once more. "No, that's cool. Let's get back to the party," he paused. "Here, give me your cell phone."

Still recovering from her major fax pa, Nat answered, "What, so I don't drunk dial you, since I seem so impaired?"

"No," Steve smiled. "I'm giving you my number."

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