" I'm...so...damn...bored!"

Kayla flicked a small piece of paper, which had her homework on it, in Tripp's direction.

Tripp gave her a leveled stare, and replied with, " And how can I help with that?"

Almost whining, she said, " I don't know... but figure something out!"

Rolling his eyes, Tripp placed his guitar back in it's stand and made his way over to the garage couch. He sat down next to her, staring at the blond girl.

" I have no ideas."

Sighing, obviously frustrated, Kayla turned to him. " Lotta help that is."

Suddenly, I devilish smirk crossed her face. " Ohhh, Tripp.."

His expression became confused. " What?"

" Where is everyone?"

" Beats me. Why?"

" So, basically, we have the place to ourselves.."

" Yeah..?"

Grinning, Kayla jumped up and straddled Tripp. Shocked, Tripp just stared at her unsure what to do. She bent forward and kissed him, slowly. Become more comfortable, Tripp placed his hands on her hips. When she came back for air, Tripp grinned.

" Now I get it."