Rachel's POV

"What the fu-?" I flicked the hair out of my face as I heard loud metal clanging coming from the kitchen. I rolled over and saw Pogue lying next to me, his mouth half open, his chest rising and falling with every deep breath.

"SWEET SUGAR CANDYMAN" Music blasted out of Pogue's large stereo, which made me cock an eyebrow and lightly shake his shoulder.

"Dude, what the hell do you have in your house?" I demanded.

"Good morning to you too. Hey- what?" he looked around and his eyes landed on the stereo. He pointed his finger at me, "I do not own any Christina Aguilera."

Suddenly, Tyler slid out of the kitchen with a strainer on his head, singing at the top of his voice into a potato masher.

I glared at him, then realised what I was looking at, and snorted.

Then Leah came around the corner, a bowl of Lucky Charms in her hand, a ladle in the other.

"Quincy!" I scolded, she face palmed. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and yanked the bed sheets off, making Pogue groan and sigh exasperatedly. I wrapped the sheet around me and stood up.

The song ended and a familiar riff started up.

"...hey! What I like about you!" Leah's mouth dropped and she passed the cereal bowl and ladle to Tyler, "Hold this!"

Then... she started to dance. What I like about you! You really hold me tight! She wrapped her arms around herself, Tell me I'm the only one! She pointed at herself and giggled.

You really know how to dance. When you go up, she jumped, down, she crouched low, jump around, think about true romance, yeah. She flailed her body around in a circle madly then clutched at her heart... and fell over. Tyler spat out a mouthful of her cereal, laughing.

"Dude-man! Don't eat my Lucky Charms!" she pointed her finger at him.

Pogue slipped out of bed, stark naked.

"Dude!" Tyler's hand (the one with the ladle) shot up to cover Pogue's "area".

Leah yelped and hid her face in her arms, "MISSION ABORTED!"

My head flipped around and I let out a cheesy grin, "Mornin' " I said to Pogue's butt.



"Hey! No staring at my butt, you lost your butt-staring privileges when you stole my sheet!" He smirked. He walked out of the room, into the kitchen and yelled, "So, any of you guys want some coffee?"

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The sun was starting to set as we planned Reid's birthday cake.

"It should be like a giant penis." Said Leah, twirling Tyler's hair.

"Why did you think of penises while looking at my hair?" he asked.

"That's weird." I shuddered.

"Okay- so you girls are in charge of the balls, Ty and I get the penis." Pogue divided responsibilities.

Alex's POV

I heard my ringtone coming from my purse. "Oh..." I fumbled for it.

I flipped it open, "Hello?"

"'sup dudester! How was the movie?" Leah's voice greeted me on the other end.

"Uhhh..." I side glanced at Reid and chuckled, "Good! Great..."

"Awesome. Well Rach, Ty and Pogue, and me, are just here at his apartment and we wanted to start baking Reid-Boy's cake, but we have no ingredients. So Caleb was gonna pick you guys up from the movies, drop you off here and take the boys out somewhere. Sound good?"

"Coooooooooooooooooool." I stretched out the word, "See ya' then!"

"Later... "

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I quickly kissed Reid and opened Caleb's car door, getting my butt slapped as I got out. I turned and ruffled Tyler and Pogue's hair as they came down to the car. I waved at the boys and ran up the stairs to Pogue's apartment.

I slammed the apartment door open, "Oh my god." I stated.

Rachel and Leah turned around from their spot in the kitchen. Rachel dropped the ladle she was holding and ran to me, "Tell me everything!!" she yelled before squeezing me into a hug. "Was Caleb right when he was insulting Reid about his size?!"



I yelped, "How can you even question that?!" I smiled evily, "I don't kiss and tell... well, I don't try to, anyway."

"Well we're exceptions," Leah beamed, juggling two bags of flour.

"Woah...Skill!" I eyed the two bags.

One fell into a puff of white. "Jeez, way to jinx it." Leah said sadly.

"Anyway!" Rachel yelled, "tell-us-tell-us-tell-us-tell-us!"

"Okay... Girls, take a seat." I smirked and grabbed a wooden spoon, before sitting on the counter. "Where to start…" I waved around the spoon.

"Well- first of all... Where?!" Leah exclaimed.

"Yeah, man, where'd you play the record?" Rach winked, leaning on the fridge.

"Hey!" I pointed at Leah, "She listens to the records."

Leah clutched at her heart, "Oh! How dare you."

"Disabled guy's bathroom."

Leah burst out laughing, Rach just blinked a couple of times, "Seriously?" she asked.

"Well, yeah! It's not like we can have a king sized bed with candles and perfume in the middle of a shitty horror movie." I threw back, defensively.

They kept laughing. "Besides!" I yelled, "He said he loved me." I said triumphantly.

"He what?" Rach abruptly stopped laughing.

Leah was delighted, "Awwwwwwwww!" She clapped her hands, "Reidy-Boy loves Alex-Girl!"

I rolled my eyes, smiling like an idiot, "I KNOW!"

Rachel put her face in her hands, "Dear lord, Quincy."

"So Quincyyyyyyyyyy... " I said in a sing-song voice, "What about your nonexistent sex-life?"

"Ohh, you know..." she blushed.

Rachel looked at me, "Dude. Nonexistent."

"Poor Quincy!" I put an arm around her.



"Nah, s'all good. Tyler's not that kinky anyway."

I looked at the spoon in my hand, then held it to my crotch and made it slowly rise up.

Rachel snorted and made a woop! Noise.

"Shut up!" Leah slapped my arm and took the spoon from me.

"Hey! Mr. Spoon's mine, bitch, get your own!" I laughed and reached for the spoon in Leah's grasp.

Leah yanked it away and pointed it at Rachel, "And you? You're not avoiding the sex question, girly."

She put a strand of hair behind her ear and licked her teeth.

Leah cocked her head to the side and looked at her thoughtfully. While everyone was frozen, I reached over and pulled the spoon from Leah, "Mine." I muttered at her.

Then I smirked at Rachel, put the spoon in my mouth and waggled my eyebrows.

She covered her mouth and her eyes went wide.

"What? What?!" Leah looked back and forth between Rach and I, completely clueless.

"She blew him!!" I yelled incredulously.

"You- gross, Rachel!" Leah gagged.

I LIKE TO MOVE IT, MOVE IT.

We burst out laughing as Rachel's ringtone flooded the small kitchen.

"Hello?" She spoke into her purple cell phone, "Yeah. Cool. Oh, alright. Really? Damn. Oh cool! I owe you one, dude. See you!" She flipped it shut and turned to us, "Yay! Scott is bringing booze tonight!"

"Oh, I love Scott! He's funny!" I laughed, "Wait- booze? Tonight? Where are we going tonight?" I frowned.

"Well you couldn't expect Reid to not have a party, right?"

"We're gonna party?!" I jumped off the counter and started dancing to my own tune.

Leah started scatting, wanting to give me music to dance to. Rachel just stared, the corners of her mouth slightly turned up.



Finally she stared pulling out kitchen appliances and leaned against the counter, "So what did you guys get Reid?"She paused and looked at me, "Apart from you..."

Leah sighed, "A new beanie."

She snorted, "Seriously? He has plenty, doesn't he?"

She shrugged, "Well I got him another one."

Rachel cocked her head, "Suit yourself."

Leah put on The Fratellis and we immediately started to dance like crazy. Rachel took my hand, spinning me around under her arm and then doing the same herself. Leah stood there, shaking her hands awkwardly.

We got from The Fratellis to Linkin Park when Leah actually started to cook. I making up and teaching a dance to Rachel. She laughed, faltering on almost each step.

Leah held up a spoon, "SPOON IT!"

Rachel grabbed it, "Kay..."

I leaned on the counter, "Can I chop chip it?"

"Sure." Leah passed me the bag, "And try saying that five times faster."

We baked the cake and pulled it from the oven, I iced it and Rachel licked the spoon. Leah sprawled back on the couch, holding Rachel's phone up, "Jesus... how many R.S.V.P's do you need? There's millions of messages..." She grabbed a note pad and started writing down.

Rachel and I were practically bouncing around the room and knocking things over. I laughed when she fell onto the sink, turning the handle and spraying water everywhere. She jumped, hitting it and then throwing the fry pan at it, "TURN IT OFF!"

I ran forward, twisting the forcet and the water cut off. We laughed again for a while before I put the cake in it's container and aside so it wouldn't get trashed.

Rachel called Pogue to tell him that the cake was ready, that we didn't break anything and a few other words I really didn't want to hear from her.

She snapped her phone shut, "Okay! So they're on their way... we need to hide the cake, and um... well, we'll set up the party back on campus."

"Awesome." Leah grinned.