A/N-Thanks to dutchesscourtney, Hottie12345k, projectfreq91, Elaine Kaelar and Maggie for reviewing!

I love summer. More time to update.

Rigby and Jude belong to Courtney.

Chapter Four-Dumb and Dumber

Madeline's POV

There are a few things that you should know about me. I like kittens, shopping, color guard and a boy named Jude.

I met Jude through Rigby though Maggie. Since Rigby and Maggie hung out all the time, Jude would often come along to scope out girls. With his track toned body, he could pick up more girls even if he was competing with Jude Law.

…Well maybe not, but I still think he's amazing. In addition to being five-alarm hot, he's also his class valedictorian. Now, I'm not stupid, but Maggie is definitely the one with the brains in our twin ship. I can, however, hold my own in my honors classes' thank you very much. I do try not to look like an idiot.

Jude and I have a lot in common. We try to get together once a week and we talk frequently. I took a liking to him since I met him. I know he's a player like I am. At dinner this week, he was talking about another girl. He was having girl troubles again. While Jude is an uber-hottie, he has trouble with the ladies who thing that he's all smoke and mirrors. It was times like these when Jude was just like any other boy. Completely oblivious when it came to the opposite sex. I was starting to believe that track boys were the most naïve when it came to girls, but that all changed.

Why? Because drumline boys are the most ridiculously dim witted when it came to girls.

My first practice with the drumline was something that I think I'll remember for the rest of my life.

On the Tuesday of the practice, I made sure I was dressed with perfection and care. My make up, albeit less than normal, was put on with a steady hand although I was incredibly nervous about the upcoming practice. I made sure I had all of Maggie's sticks (she'd probably kill me if I lost one) and dragged the drums, harness and stand down the stairs and put them in the trunk of our car. I was about to leave when my dear sister stopped me.

"Do you want go looking like me or what?" She asked, looking at me with horror. I looked at myself. I was wearing a pair of short black shorts and a cute top. I wasn't wearing flip flops at least, so what was her problem?

"Because you look nothing like me. I'd never go to drumline in shorts that short. I'd never go in public with shorts that short! Go to my room and change, now!" My sister looked furious. Maybe it had to do with her job, not being at a drumline practice for the first time in her four years in the program (she even went when she had the flu last year…that's how crazy she is) or the fact that her nose is a nasty shade of purple and yellow and brown. It could be any combination of those things. I listened to my sister for once and headed up to her room. I had to change quickly or I'd be late. I'd never been late to practice for guard-now that I was a temporary drummer why should that be any different. I pulled open my sister's drawer and looked at her practice clothes.

I sighed. How unfashionable. I was used to the fitting spandex that many guardies wore for practice. I pulled my sister's indoor drumline shirt over my head and pulled on a pair of grey basketball shorts. I ran to the bathroom to wash of my make up and went back into Maggie's room.

Well she pretty much told me to get changed but didn't say I couldn't do a little snooping while I'm here…

I soon realized how obvious it was that I hadn't been in my sister's room for a while. There were medals from drumline draped over a mirror sitting in the back of the room. I looked at all her pictures. I knew Maggie love photography so there were many pictures of random things, but her main subject was the drumline. There were more photos of her and the line from last season than I had of the guard during my four years.

I noticed that several of the drumline pictures focused on a boy playing a snare. Will. It had to be. There were shots of just his hands, a blur, as they moved up and down as they drummed. I didn't know my sister could be so…poetic when it came to a camera. And judging by the pictures, I could tell my sister fostered a little crush on Will. With a smile, I grabbed my bag and headed down the stairs to my first drumline practice.

It seemed as if I was late, even though I was ten minutes early to practice. Nearly the entire battery was there, getting out their drums and warming up on their own or in small groups. Will spotted me and walked over to me quickly.

"Maggie, where have you been? Here let me take them for you." Will swiftly took the tenors from me and carried them with ease over to the corner where the tenors were always practicing before band practice.

Well William, if you must know, I was dragging those stupid things down the hall trying to get here on time.

"Traffic." I answered gruffly, not wanting to embarrass my sister. Will nodded. He was cute; I could see why Maggie liked him. He had thick blonde hair and blue eyes. In addition to being completely built and really hot, he had the worn calloused hands of a drummer. A dedicated drummer too.

And as far as I knew, he had never dated a guard girl.

I could totally see him and Maggie together.

I bought the line to order and did exactly what Maggie had told me to do. Warm the line up with Eights, Double Beat and Accent Tap. Break into sections to practice music.

During sectionals I was alone with Will. It was my perfect opportunity to work my-I mean Maggie-into Will's heart. We found a secluded corner where there wasn't a lot of sound bouncing around and got set up. I was thankful when Will asked if we could use the tenor stands.

"Okay where do you want to start?" He asked.

"I have no idea…what do you need to work on?" I think Maggie would be proud. I sound just like her.

"Well I'm having some problems with the paradiddles in the opener…" Will went on talking about drummer thingies. I could see him and my sister at Senior Prom now…

"Oh, alright." I knew this part! I broke it down for him and began explaining it to him. This was his first season on tenors. He had been a snare drummer for the past two seasons.

I lost track of time talking to Will. He was really a nice guy. He was smart; he was taking several APs next year. He knew a lot about music, which I was very impressed with. Just because I was in the color guard didn't mean I knew nothing about music. I'm an oboist in Symphonic band and a member of the choir. So I'm not completely musically challenged.

Near the end of the practice, I got the Line together for a brief ensemble. We ran though the music for the opener. It wasn't very clean and there were a lot of mistakes, but after all it was only the beginning of the season. I knew Maggie would whip them into shape once she was back. I smiled as I dismissed the Line. They went about putting away their instruments and the little underclassmen called their parents or bugged seniors for rides. I could get used to the camaraderie that went around with drumline. There was a lot of gossiping in the guard. I loved my girls, but the drumline had a different kind of love. They were a family.

"Hey Maggie are you gonna join us at Arby's?" Stewie, a junior snare player yelled from across the room. I was caught off guard. It was rare when the guard did something as a group but it seemed that the entire upper battery was in on this.

"Uh, sure…" I'll have to kill Maggie later for not telling me about this so called tradition…

"Hey Mags?" I turned around surprised. It was Will. The only person who called Maggie 'Mags' was her best friend Rigby. I smiled. Dear sister, you have some explaining to do when I get home…

"Can I bum a ride off of you? My dad drove me since I can't fit my tenors in my car." He was cute when he wanted something…

"Of course. I'll just take my drums out to the car and I'll come back when I'm done, 'kay?"

"Nonsense, I'll carry your drums for you. It's the gentlemanly thing to do." I looked at him. I knew my sister; she would hate this. I was secretly grateful. Will hoisted my sister's drums up and grabbed his bag. I held the band room door open for him and popped the trunk open when we got close to the car.

"You really didn't have to do that. Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I can't carry my own drums." I said while sliding into the driver's seat.

"I know. It's the least I can do." He flashed a smile at me.

Most of the ride was quiet. I pulled into an empty spot and parked the car. I was about to get out of the car when Will stopped me. His hand came to rest on mine.

"Mags…there's something I gotta ask you…"

Getting Maggie and Will together may be easier than I thought…

"Yeah?" I'm a good actress when it came to looking as if I didn't know what was coming. I should win an Oscar; that's how good I am. I leaned in a little closer.

"How are your hands still so soft after being on tenors for three years?" Will asked, picking up my hand and rubbing it. "I've been on snare forever and every girl I go out with complains about how rough my hands are."

It's a good thing my sticks were in the trunk; I probably would have beaten some sense into him if they were reachable.

Okay…new tactic…

"Well then maybe you should go out with a girl who understands where your rough hands came from." I said, taking my hand from him.

"But who? All the girls on the Line are underclassmen except for you."

Why, oh why do girls have such obsessions with drummers? Their heads are as hollow as their drums!

I rolled my eyes as I opened the car door, signaling that this conversation was over.

When I got home, Maggie nearly tackled me.

"How was it? Have the bass drums practiced? Oh if they don't know their runs soon I'll kill them…they need to know their runs. Were the snares clean? That's a stupid question. They're never clean. How was Will? Does he suck? Did you break my drums?"

"Whoa calm down. The bass drums were fine. They still need work. Of course the snares weren't clean. They don't clean up until the day of Championships. Will's okay. Very stupid, but okay." My sister sighed.

"Well that's okay. It's only July. They've got time to get their acts together."

"Yeah…" I said. It was starting to get uncomfortable in here. I had a weird feeling that Maggie knew that I had been in her room and read her journal and had a secret plan to hook up herself and her section mate.

"Is there something you're not telling me?" Maggie was looking at me funny.

"No…look I'm tired I'm gonna go to bed see you tomorrow!" I took the stairs three at a time as my twin sat in the kitchen incredibly confused.

A/N-The lavender box on the left hand side of your screen is calling your name…hope you guys liked it! Next up, Maggie's first practice with the guard!