Huh. It's been a while! I'm so sorry! But I've had to do my rehearsal and then there was the actual PLAY. Oh, didn't you know? I was a village woman in the musical Cinderella! It was pretty legit xD

Oh, by the way, I nearly pulled a Phil a few times. Yeah, you know what I mean. The whole increasing in volume, long-winded rants. I started to do that in the middle of the store but I managed to catch myself. I mean, honestly guys. Be careful. If you write one, you can't stop doing it. It's addictive D:

I only own Sarah!

Oh, btw, SuprSingr, if you're reading this….. UPDATE, DAMMIT! D':


"Give it back!" The little Amanda Faith Shortman shrieked at her brother Phil. He was standing high up on the chair with her pink journal just out of reach. And if he read what was in there…..

"Now, why would I do that?" The dark haired youth smirked upon the female and casually the book flopped open on to a random page.

"The days no longer short,

The night no longer long

The sweetest look upon thine eye

Makes my heart leap into song." As soon as Phillip ended his recitation, he collapsed into laughter. This gave the angered and embarrassed Shortman enough time to snatch the book back and then to scuttle out of the room.

"Yo! Philly cheese steak!" The great Zachary Shortman grumbled at his hysterical brother. "Sit down and eat before you have a fit."

"Give me… A second!" Phil gasped and then grabbed his bearings. Once all was 'normal' (and I use that term lightly), he sat back down and continued to eat his toaster strudel.

"So, how was school yesterday?" The question was thrown into the air as their mother entered the room.

"I don't know. That was yesterday. Why do you think I remember that long ago?" Zach admonished the Pataki-Shortman, who just flicked him in the ear as she passed.

"I would've asked, but after the Incident…." Helga's voice trailed off bitterly as the three of them froze in what they were doing and shuttered. "But anyhow! Phil. School. Yesterday?"

The green-eyed eleven year-old shrugged and shoveled the last bit of food into his mouth. "Eh. I got my English test back. We were in the computer lab for History. We started sex ed. Oh!" With sudden animation, he turned to his mother and beamed. "Sarah had almost tripped in recess, but I saved her."

Helga shot her son a sweet glance and said, "I'm proud." She then turned her attention back to making her infamous French toast, much to the disdain of the entire family. The last time she did that, they couldn't get out the smell of smoke from the house for nearly two months.

Zach snorted and kept looking down at his decreasing cereal. Phil's head whipped over to his brother and he glared at the blonde with dissatisfaction.

"What?" Came the sharp, suspicious question.

"Oh, nothing. It's just that…. Sex ed? I mean, have you even….?" The oldest intoned the younger, who just stared at him confused.

"Have I…. what?"

"You know…. Gone through puberty?"

Phil's eyes opened wide and his mouth fell in surprise. "How… dare you even ask me that!" As he struggled for words, the other two in the room braced themselves for an explosion. "You… I just…. What gives you the right to inquire such a personal thing? What gives you the audacity? How can you sleep at night?"

"Oh please! All you're doing is proving to me that you haven't." Charcoal eyebrows were obviously raised at the statement.

"And why is it important to you if I have or have not?"

"Oh, just making sure that you and Sarah wouldn't do anything too risqué."

"Zach!" The mother turned then, having enough of the conversation, and was wagging the wet, cinnamon-y spatula at them. "Stop it, both of you!"

"Sorry, mom." The siblings murmured with slight shame as they looked down and away.

"Humph. Good." Smiling at their agreement, she was back to flipping.

"And plus, if Sarah and I wanted to do anything too…. Well, anything, why do you think we'd let something stop us?" Phil whispered in his brother's ear and then went to place his red plate in the sink.

"Yeah… you're definitely my little brother!" Zach praised as Phillip came to sit back in his seat to continue their conversation.

"Huh?" Helga's head swiveled and she glared.

"Nothing!" Sweet soaked smiles were flashed her way, and with a grumble, she turned off the burner.

"So, what do you know already about S-E-X?" The last word was spelled out and Zachary was honestly wondering what his little brother knew of the very intriguing physical hobby he longed to pursue.

"Um…" A red hue crept up the eleven year-old's neck and soon overwhelmed his face. "Well, I know it's when two people, wh-who love each other…. Do it. And yeah."

"Well, how do they, quote, 'do it'?"

"Can you at least wait until you're poor mother leaves the room?" And with a flash, said woman had vanished.

"Finally." Zach huffed and then turned back to his victim. "Well?"

"W-well, a guy has a…. and he sticks it in the g-girl's…. and they keep doing that until they finish."

A thoughtful look crossed the blonde's face. "Hmm… very vague, but you've got the gist of it."

In the small but very awkward silence that followed, Ham sauntered into the room and sensed the atmosphere. As he beheld the looks on his brother's faces, he swiftly turned and jetted out of the room.

Phil's mouth opened to say something when the doorbell cut into his speech (much to his hidden relief). "I'll get it!"

He reached the door in a matter of seconds, and it swung open to reveal a tall, dark haired, golden eyed, eleven year-old girl.

"Sarah!" The voice was exclaimed. It would've simply made her smile, except that it was unexpectedly a higher octave than normal.

With a giggle, the Bennette stepped into the house and silently closed the door behind her. "What's with your voice?"

"I—" It broke again, much to the boy's chagrin. "I'm not sure."

"Puberty, I'm tellin' ya!" Zach smirked as he passed by the two friends on his way to the stairs. He paused as soon as he was past them, and with a snap of his fingers, he turned and looked vaguely regretful. "I'm sorry."

"Why?" Similar to a whip being cracked, the younger boy questioned him.

"Well, now you two cannot be allowed to be alone together. I mean, I want to be an uncle, but not so soon!"

Phil tried to formulate an answer, but was beat to it by Sarah. With a sigh, she crossed her lips and pouted. "Aww, but Zach! Where's the fun in that? I mean, now what are we going to do?"

"I'm sorry for you're loss." The 16 year old said sincerely and then jetted away and up the stairs.

The guest then turned to her friend with a small smile. "C'mon lover boy. Let's give 'em something to read about." With her hand hooked around his collar, she dragged him into the comfy and empty living room to… well, do what ever it is they do.