Well guys it's been 9 months... If any of you got pregnant the last time I updated you could be in the hospital right now about to go into labor with the joy in your heart knowing that I updated. My condolances for my laziness, I'm a horrible person I know. ON TO THE STORY!

The next week seemed to fly by which I find quite humorous considering I should be getting information on Edgar and Alan when, in turn, I've actually been getting to know them better. I learned that Edgar hates "The Green Lantern" comics and blueberries (I offered him a drink of a smoothie and I might as well have been trying to blow up the space station), and Alan hates…well me, and baseball caps (I don't even know probably some deep rooted childhood problems right there). I've also concluded that the boys are different around me; I've concluded that it's because I'm different. I mean I understand we're all different and one in a kind blahblah, but I think it's because: A. I'm from the other end of the country and B. I'm a nerdy person who just so happens to be a girl. In all honesty, I think they try to be the same around me, but they can't help but become interested…

God, that sort of make me feel self conscious, but it's not like I had anything to worry about, they aren't hitting on me or anything. Not to mention in two days, I would be going to my first ever high school party. Hopefully now that I'm in Santa Carla, I won't be branded as a freak. I never exactly fit in with the small town groups, personally I just had bigger dreams than to stay in that little town and start a family. I wanted to go and be abroad, visit cities, continents, and all of the things in between, The kids' in Santa Carla seemed a little more crazy, but it's the crazy that makes me love Santa Carla even more. Even the frog parents weren't too bad when they weren't high or asleep, which was rare.

I felt, however, happy this glorious Thursday morning which is sort of scary because in the mornings I usually feel like a cat tried to claw my eyes open and the sun decided to vacation outside my window just because it felt like blinding me. I got ready quickly humming "I Want to Dance With Somebody" and glided outside to go to work.

It was beautiful outside. The sun was shining, the wind blew my hair out of my face, and the fragrance of rain clung to the air from yesterday. It was like living in a haiku.

As I passed the Emerson's house, I saw Sam outside walking towards town. I quickened my pace and caught up with him.

"Hey, you're… Sam, right?" I asked trying not to look like a stalker. Usually my mind remembers to much…

"Yeah and you're Jet Black." he smirked, making fun of my name.

I frowned teasingly, "Yeah keep it up Samerson, you just wish you're name was that cool." I chuckled. Sam rolled his eyes at my statement as we continued to walk.

"So I hear you're the new hired help at the comic store." he questioned.

"That would be me hired, hated, yet undeniably helpful." I joked, pulling my purse strap higher on my shoulder.

"Helpful? That's not how Alan puts it," he added with a quick glance of fake sympathy.

"Yeah well Alan can go screw a duck." I sassed and Sam looked at me thoughtfully,

"Say fuck a duck," he stated ,"it has a nice ring to it with the rhyming and all." he nodded at his cleverness.

"Oh we have a Vanilla Ice in the house don't we?" I joked as I saw the boardwalk in the distance. Sam scrunched his nose at me.

"No, I view myself as more of a… Picasso with words," he smiled. We chattered as we walked and when we got to the boardwalk I wasn't surprised when we both headed to the same place.

I walked in to the shop to see Edgar and Alan putting out today's new shipment of comics. Apparently the truck came by earlier this morning and that meant restocking… what fun, what fun.

"You seem happy this morning," Edgar said curiously.

"Can you tell by my aura?" I said dramatically, sweeping my arm up to the sky.

"It sickens me." Alan grimaced. I simply smiled and sighed in return.

"You know you're not going to ruin my day, right?" I answered shaking my head.

"We'll see." Alan shrugged, I assume taking that as a challenge.

"So why are you happy?" Edgar asked again. I laughed and put my arm around his neck, which was pretty far up, and smiled.

"Wouldn't you like to know." I teased him with my informational leverage.

"I could care less." Edgar snorted as he continued to stock comics.

"I want to know!", Sam yelled as he raised his hand over his head like a child eager to ask a question.

"Well, it could be that I'm going to my first high school party Saturday or it could be the fact my mother is making her famous egg drop soup for dinner." I answered slithering my arm from Edgar's shoulder.

"Dude, Jamie Willis' party?" Sam asked in excitement.

"Jamie Willis?" Edgar muttered as he turned his head towards me slightly.

"Yup, are you guys going?" I asked hopeful Edgar would say he was. Damn these stupid, random feelings.

"I wish. His parties are apparently those of legend," Sam started, "his family is loaded and they live in the upper part of Santa Carla. They own a ton of vineyards."

"Dang, I heard he's sort of a bad boy though," I questioned as I held back that girlish smile that always seems to happen to the female population at the talk of bad boys.

"Yeah from what I heard he does drugs and he's a sex hound which h doesn't really have a lot of trouble getting laid." Sam answered with a hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Ooo so he is as hot as they say? Well-," I began as Edgar turned around and stared at us.

"If you ladies don't mind, can you stop the gossip and go get the boxes from the back." he smirked sarcastically in that jack ass way and turned back around.

"I wasn't gossiping!" Sam defended himself poorly.

"Whatever." Alan said aloud as he stocked. I rolled my eyes at them and marched to the back room. The boxes were stacked neatly, only 4 or 5 on a little shelf. I threw my purse to the side when it hit an old box in the corner. Strange… I had never really noticed that box before. I walked over and opened the box and my jaw hit the floor. The box had about three or four Playboys poorly hidden under some Crow comics. My mind knew exactly what two teenage boys owned these things and I burst into laughter. I know that I should be shudder induced and horrified, but the thought of Edgar and Alan daydreaming over getting with Playboy models made me laugh harder in a silent fit of giggles.

I got on my knees and kept chuckling, knocking over the box in the process. Just as I had started to get a hold of myself, Edgar, Alan, and Sam walked into the room. They looked at me trying to cover up their confusement when I saw all their eyes look at the magazines.

"Oh shit, that's funny." I said wiping away the invisible tear on my cheek. Alan calmly walked over and put all the magazines back in the box.

"Well guys… Busted." Sam gave a half grin and looked at the ground.

"Shame, shame boys. Looking at these magazines," I shook my finger in mock disapproval, "What would mommy and daddy say?"

Edgar shrugged ,"They're not going to know." he stated with confidence. I cocked my hip to the side, crossed my arms, and gave a sly smile.

"And why is that exactly?" I pondered with a devious tone in my voice.

"You're going to keep your mouth shut." Alan piped up as he walked back over to his brother.

Before I could utter another word, all three quickly left the room. I looked at the door and scoffed, not going to know my ass. I quickly walked out of the storage room and BAM! I hit the ground after hitting an opposing force.

"I'm so sorry!" a boy my age apologized as he extended his hand.

"No worries," I took the strangers hand and dusted myself off, "Just call me Grace." I joked. As I composed myself, I noticed the boy was very attractive. Oil black hair that shined and gorgeous green eyes, the color of fresh leaves in the summer. He picked up his sunglasses I knocked off and put them on, but I wanted to stare at his eyes some more.

He gave me a bright, dazzling smile and I think my uterus almost exploded. This. Boy. Was. Hot. "I'm Jack and you are Grace I presume?" he joked.

I laughed trying to keep my cool and shook my head, "No, I'm Jet. Grace would be my clumsy and poorly named alter ego."

"I think they're both charming." he flirted smoothly.

I smiled again and snapped back to reality, "Can I help you with something?" I wondered.

"Actually yes, I'm looking for something in particular." he answered sticking his hands in the front pockets of his jeans.

"And what would that be? We have Superman, Batman-," I started scanning the comics in front of me.

"A date. On the boardwalk. Today." he cut me off with a sly grin. There went the uterus again. I stopped scanning the comics and gave him a smile and little laugh, "You know if you run into someone the common courtesy says you can just apologize and help them up." I joked.

He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair, "Call me weird, but I was actually asking you out due to the fact you're pretty and seems to have an awesome personality."

Blood ran to my cheeks, but he acted like he didn't notice. I thought for a second, I didn't know him, I was new in town, and I was at work… but he was so cute.

"So, what do you say?" he asked with that grin. I bit my lip , noticing Edgar and Alan were watching me. Damn, I forgot all about them, no way were they going to let me leave work again. But hark, an idea has sprung forth!

"Let me check with my bosses." I told Jack as I walked over to the Frog brothers. They looked at me, and then to Jack, then back at me again. I put on a pouty face that pleaded for understanding.

"No." they replied in unison. I narrowed my eyes at them and my mouth gaped.

"What the hell guys?" I hissed. I clasped my hands together and begged, "Come on, the dude is gorgeous!"

"Why would we let you leave when you left last week?" Alan snapped raising an eyebrow. Here's where the plan came into action. I put on a mischievous grin.

"Because I know about the magazines my little ducklings."