Guys, if I tell you that I'm gonna do something next, as it turns out, I'm lying! GRRRR! I spontaneously got this idea that I felt HAD to happen now, so yeah. I'm sorry *dies* don't kill me!


After a long morning of math, stories, and playing, Mrs. Popeo was more than ready for naptime. Especially this year, due to having our wild boys in her class. Of course, just because she was tired, didn't mean her class was.

"Awww! Do we have to?" whined a very energetic Carlos as they lined up to get their mats from the cubbies on the far side of the room.

"We all need naps, or else we can't play," his teacher explained, exasperated. This wasn't the first time Carlos had asked that question. It was their 122nd day of school, and he'd probably asked 244 times.

"But do we have to?" he moaned. His complaints were met with a tired sigh from Mrs. Popeo. Oh how he knew that sigh well. The little boy's strong shoulders sagged as he picked up his mat and laid it out next to his friends. Kendall looked up at him through his messy blond bangs, green eyes shining.

"She said we had to?" he asked, knowing the answer but still hoping it was different this time. A nod from Carlos's helmeted head confirmed his thoughts. He fell back on his part mat in defeat. "I hate naptime," he complained. James gasped.

"How do you hate naptime?" he asked, getting worked up. "It's how you get yo beauty sleep! And without beauty sleep, we wouldn't be be-a-yoo-tiful, and girls would say 'ewww!'" he said quickly, not pausing for air. Carlos and Kendall rolled their eyes. Logan scratched his head, confused.

"Why do we care if girls go 'ewww'?" he wondered, his unusually bright, four-year-old mind not understanding. The other boys, having known James longer, groaned, expecting to hear him go off on another speech on the importance of girls.

They were pleasantly surprised when James put a knowing hand on the raven haired little boy's shoulder and said, "You'll get it when you'ah older," though he didn't really get it himself.

Suddenly, the lights turned off and a chorus of hushes echoed throughout Mrs. Popeo's kindergarten class as their teacher crept off to the teacher's lounge. The boys lay on the ground, grumbling to themselves, and drifting off into dreamland.

Until Carlos started singing of course.

"IT STARTED WHEN AN ALIEN DEVECIE DID WHAT IT DI~" a sharp elbow to the ribs from Kendall immediately cut him off. The Latino rolled over to glare at him, and Kendall laughed at his annoyed face. Oh, it was on.

Carlos jumped on his bed-headed friend, tickling his sides. Kendall squealed for mercy, but Carlos was relentless. James sat up, frustrated. "Guys- Guys! HEY GUYS!" James attempted to get their attention, but failed. "That's it!" he yelled, exasperated, joining the fight and attacking Carlos. Logan twiddled his fingers nervously.

"Guys… it's naptime, and the lights are off, and we're supposed to be sleeping and quiet," he warned timidly. A hand reached out and grabbed his shirt collar pulling him into the battle. Logan's reluctance made him a target, and all three boys immediately turned on him. His rare, but happy, laugh filled the room.

When Mrs. Popeo came in to witness the boy's first, all out tickle fight, she wasn't surprised. Just like how the boys weren't surprise when they got recess taken away.


Guys, while typing this I got a fudge pop and my tongue froze to it. IT WAS SO SCARY! But I'm all good now.

Yo, so thoughts? I felt confident in this one, which makes me think it's probably the worst thing I've written. (Don't ask, it's the way I am :D) Ugh. I really try/want to let you what I'm doing next, but I've realized I have no planning skills at all so…

Oh, and congrats to all of you who care enough to read my A/Ns.