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– Chapter Fourteen –
The Finale
In all honesty, Dylan Thomas Howard was a bit of a whore.
Never mind that he was supposedly, completely, and unhealthily infatuated with Carmen Rivera, he still got around. It was almost like an uncontrollable disease that was infecting every molecule in his body, forcing – well, you get the picture, my beloved readers.
And so, it was this unfortunate trait of his that had him wandering around the Eden Hall gardens with each arm slung around a senior girl – both of whom had dates, mind you – and having a grand old time. His suspenders were chafing, he had lost his fedora, his parted hair was regrettably still gelled firmly into place, and yet he was convinced that crashing proms was the way to go about living life.
This state of bubbly euphoria continued to surround him as he charmed the two girls around his arms mad…until he saw a sight that popped all those lovely bubbles with a very pointy needle.
There, standing next to the fountain, was Scott "Scooter" Andersen. And he was very roughly holding on to a struggling Julie Gaffney's arm. Dylan's Julie Gaffney.
All the girls had their favorites among the Ducks. Julie and the Bash Brothers, Connie with Averman and Charlie, the girls all had their main men. But oddly enough, in times of need, the girls always ended up going to a rather surprising choice for comfort. Connie whined to Adam, Maddie sobbed on Jake Riley's pillows, and Charlie bore the brunt of Carmen's rage. And Dylan dodged Julie's flying objects.
Sure, he and Julie bickered like nobody's business. Perhaps because she had a little brother and he had an older sister and both were firmly ensconced in their roles, but they really did squabble over anything and everything. But she was one of his girls.
And Dylan's obsessively, compulsively possessive side absolutely hated it when someone messed with one of his girls.
Dropping both arms from the protesting girls besides him, he stalked over to the two hockey players, his face hardening in fury.
Julie saw him first and almost sagged with relief. That relief instantly disappeared when she saw the black mask of rage the blond was wearing. She hurriedly gave another futile yank, barely paying attention to what her now ex-boyfriend was snarling at her. "Let go! Seriously, Scott, let go before-"
"Before what?" The handsome boy's face glared at her, his grip unconsciously tightening. "What the fuck are you playing at, Gaffney? What the bleeding fuck is going on? Since when-"
"Let go of her, Andersen." Scooter turned to see Dylan Howard advancing towards him, his grey eyes as hard and unyielding as metal. "Now."
He rolled his eyes at the commanding tone. Even his grade had heard of the exploits of this impertinent sophomore and he really couldn't understand how the soccer player had built up such an impressive reputation. From what he had seen of him, Dylan was quite a prissy little…bitch. "Nothing that concerns you, Howard." Scooter turned back to Julie. "Now-"
A hand shot out and slammed onto his wrist with unbelievable force, causing him to drop Julie's arm with a muffled expletive. Scooter glared at the boy who now had his ex-girlfriend by his side. "You little shit-"
Always ready for a fight, Dylan prepared to lunge at him when Julie grabbed a hold of his sleeve. "No! Come on, let's just get Maddie and go, come on, please." She pleaded desperately although her eyes were shooting Scooter regretful glances. The soccer player was immovable as he kept his own eyes trained on the older boy.
"You know what? Forget it." Scooter threw up his hands in disgust. He backed away, narrowing his eyes at them. "Nice knowing you, Gaffney. You sure as hell have made this a prom I'll always remember." He spat, spinning on his heel and walking away.
Dylan's lip curled involuntarily as he debated whether to tackle the retreating figure. He was then distracted as the blonde girl next to him let out a quivering breath. "You alright?"
She swallowed. "Yeah. I mean, I think so."
"You sure?" He asked doubtfully, surveying her rather pallid face. "You want to sit down, I mean, you seriously look like crap-"
"I think I'm going to cry now." Julie answered quite matter-of-factly, her eyes suddenly brimming with tears and her whole body starting to tremble like a leaf in a storm.
A slight frown creasing his brow, Dylan stared at her. "Ew."
Bagel shifted uncomfortably on the floor. There was an absolutely atrocious crick in his back and his master had been missing in action for hours. He was feeling quite pitiful at the moment.
That awful excuse for a human boy had closed the door right in his face earlier that evening and much to his chagrin, the door hadn't been reopened. So after trying desperately to find comfort – and he was extremely used to comfort – Bagel had settled for lying in front of his door.
When the pretty girl human had opened the door to her room across the hall, there had been an opportunity for shelter but after hearing the sobs that emanated from said room for the last half hour, Bagel figured the pretty girl human needed privacy with the tall girl human. And besides, he was too much of a gentleman to intrude on the obviously needed female time.
Where on Earth was his beloved master?
Bagel growled. The next time he saw that nasty little boy human, he would just pee on him right then and there. What did they call him again?
Oh yes. Charlie.
He sniffed disdainfully. That dirty boy was way too good for the small girl human and he would be sure to make his opinion known the next time the door was just bloody opened!Although he wasn't sure when that would happen, seeing as how the two adolescents were currently testing out the many functions of the human body.
Humans.
Exactly like them to get so excited about making puppies. Or babies. Or whatever.
And it's not like you would know how the offspring of those two would turn out, given the nature of the nasty boy child. Bagel almost felt bad for the small girl human to have to put up with his whining all the time.
Yet another reason to be cross with that horrible excuse for a human.
Wait. What was that?
Could it be?
Yes! Yes, it was!
He sat up, his tail wagging happily at the sight of his pretty master tiptoeing down the hallway.
"Bagel, sweets! What on earth are you doing out here?" Maddie asked, scooping him up into her arms.
He whined piteously, milking it for all his worth.
"Did Connie lock you out?"
Bagel fixed her with a glare.
"Did Charlie lock you out?"
He gave her a smugly affirmative bark.
Maddie sighed, giving him a small kiss. "It's alright, love. We'll just get you in bed pronto." And just as she was reaching for the door handle, she noticed the note that was posted above it.
Mads,
Go find somewhere else to sleep. We're going to be busy tonight…at least if I have anything to say about it. Cheers!
– Charlie
"Oh, for the love of…" Maddie grimaced, taking a step back. "Charlie, you suck!"
Adam Banks had barely been in his bed for an hour before he was jolted awake by a loud bang. Groaning, he debated on ignoring the rapping from the door before his eardrums were assaulted by another large bang. "Charlie, I'm going to murder you."
Keeping up a steady stream of expletives, he stumbled towards the door and yanked it open. "You're a piece of-"
"Hi." Maddie stood in his doorway, cradling her heels in one arm and Bagel the beagle in the other. There was a slight pout to her full lips as though she was rather put off about something. "I need a place to sleep."
"What?" Adam squinted at her before moving aside to let her through. "Come in. What's going on? You okay?"
"Oh, I'm just peachy." She scowled, dropping Bagel onto Charlie's bed. "Get my zipper for me, will you?"
He blinked, still trying to clear the cobwebs from his head. "I beg your pardon?"
"My zipper. I don't want to sleep in this dress, it's rather nice."
"Oh." Obediently giving her a t-shirt, he pulled the zipper down and turned around while she changed. "So, why are you sleeping here?"
She snorted and tossed him the note. "Read it."
"Oh. Oh my." He then frowned as his mind proceeded to comprehend the meaning of the note. "Together? At the same time?"
"You usually need two people for sex. Come here, Bagel, my precious baby, yes, you are! Night, Banks."
The next day was a day for gossip, indeed.
"I'm going to kill that son of a bitch." Portman ground out, mashing his waffles vengefully.
Carmen sighed, already tired of the conversation and wondering desperately where the other girls were. "You do realize that Julie is the one that broke it off with him-"
"Oh please, it's the smartest thing she's done this year!" Fulton snorted, accidentally spraying the blonde girl with chewed morsels of his pancakes. "Oops, sorry, Car. Yeah, anyway, I just don't get how he thinks he's been so hurt when it's so obvious that this was inevitable. I mean, come on! Our Jules…with that? Give me a break-"
"Not only that," Averman was quick to throw in his two cents. "He made her cry! Who said he could make her cry? That's our right! We've earned it! He stole our basis of living!"
Holding her temper, Carmen brushed off the food she had been sprayed with and tried to tune out the conversation. Their theatrics were quite impressive actually. Too bad she could care less. After all, she wasn't Connie now, was she? Seeing Portman glare daggers at Scott Andersen's head, she looked around the dining hall for relief and saw Adam and Maddie skipping in.
Well, Maddie was skipping. Adam alternated between being too dignified or too bad-tempered to ever skip. And judging from the disgruntled look on his face, he was in too ornery a mood to indulge in any frivolity this morning.
"Hi, Car!" Maddie beamed at her and bounced into the seat by her side. "You look like you have a headache."
"Oh, you have no idea." The blonde girl muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose. She then looked over at her friend. "Where were you all night?"
"Oh, I had to sleep with Adam."
All conversation ground to a halt as they stared at a complacently chewing Maddie and a pained-looking Adam.
"She didn't sleep with me!" He snapped, his ears bright red. "She slept in Charlie's bed, not that she slept with him, either, because his bed was empty…she needed a place to crash so I let her sleep with me-" He broke off abruptly and glared at the dancer. "Have anything to say?"
"But you're doing so well." She said dully, looking almost awed at the non-existent eloquence of the stammering, blushing hockey player.
Baring his teeth, Adam huffily turned back around to face his teammates. "She was locked out of her room, what was I supposed to do? And besides, this wouldn't have even happened if Charlie and Connie weren't having sex-"
Maddie blinked as the whole table suddenly erupted with noise. She then turned to Adam with wide eyes. "Connie's gonna kill you."
Running her fingers through her hair, Julie Gaffney let out a sigh as she placed a notebook inside her locker. It had only been a couple days since the disastrous prom night and to say Scooter was furious was an understatement.
He kind of has a reason to be. I dumped him on his prom night, I mean, seriously, who does that?
She paused in her activities for a second and glared at the contents of her locker. Then again, he didn't have to start saying all that shit about me…
Raising her head, she noticed something in the mirror. On the other side of the wall in the crowded hallway, Ken Wu stood in front of his locker, flipping through the pages of his textbook. It looked like he was fully absorbed in the reading…
If it wasn't for the fact that his dark eyes were narrowed on a point to her far left.
Frowning, Julie turned around and followed his gaze.
Scott "Scooter" Andersen stood near the water fountain, a group of friends around him and not looking like the forlorn dumped party. She felt a sudden surge of angry bitterness at the carefree scene in front of her and jerked her head back to Ken.
As if drawn by the power of her gaze, his eyes flickered to her. Calmly shouldering his bag, he crossed the hallway. "What's up, Jules?"
"Nothing." She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Any reason for staring at my ex?"
The corner of his mouth lifted. "You could say that."
"Care to enlighten me?"
"It's really nothing. I was just curious."
Julie scowled at him. "About what?"
"Don't worry about it, Jules." Leaning over her to look in the mirror, Ken absently touched up his faux hawk. He then tossed her a heart-stopping grin. "Really, Jules, relax. Charlie has this all under control."
She felt her heart sink. "Charlie?"
Oh shit.
"Ow!"
"Shhh!"
"Watch where you point that thing!"
"Why don't you watch where you're going?" Maddie sniffed, pointing her flashlight directly into her friend's eyes.
"Hey!" Squinting, Dylan batted her hand away and glared at her. "Real mature, Maggot."
"Whatever-"
"Do you two mind keeping it down? You'd be lucky if half the school hasn't heard you by now."
Glaring the walkie-talkie mutinously, Maddie nonetheless mumbled an apology and stomped away. Her best friend sneered at her before turning back to the electronic device in his hand. "Sorry, Charlie. Maddie seems to be on the rag!"
"I hate you!"
There was a long suffering, static-y sigh from the microphone. If Dylan hadn't known any better, he would have said that it was Banks. "Go apologize to her. And finish it up. You've got twenty minutes, tops. Find me when you're done."
"Blow me." The soccer player answered quite cheerfully before he dumped the batteries from the device into the trash. "Oops. How clumsy of me."
Maddie's head poked up to glare at him. "You're a regular prick, aren't you?"
"No, that seems to be you these days." He shot back, hopping onto the table to peer at her. "Any particular reason why you've been acting like Banks when he can't find his granny panties?"
"Stop making fun of him!"
"But it's so easy."
"Shut up, you vile-"
He hastily clamped his hand over her mouth. Her eyes were starting to glisten and he would have rather kissed Banks' foot than make her cry. "Alright, alright! I'm sorry, babe! Just get back to snipping or wiring or whatever the hell it is that you're doing."
Giving him one last pouty glance, Maddie went back to dismantling the hard drive. "You know…I was going to invite you to come to London with me."
"I'm going to be in Brazil this summer. That soccer camp thing."
"Well, after that. It was for Victoria's wedding. Daddy said you should walk down the aisle with me."
"Really?"
"Yeah." She then sniffed and vengefully snipped a wire. "Too bad I'll have to tell him that you're a complete fucktard and won't be coming."
"Yeah, as if I would let anyone else walk you down. Who else would do it, your cousin Albert? Give me a break, I'm so there."
"You're sleeping on the floor."
"Nah, I'll be stealing your sister away from her fiancé."
"-can't believe you took that long getting out-"
"-seriously, how'd you even put up with that bitch's bullshit-"
"-man, she's not good looking enough for me to stick around that long-"
Guy Germaine slowly looked up in disbelief. True enough, Scott Andersen was sitting in the lounge, surrounded by members of the Varsity hockey team, and talking shit out of his ass about Julie.
Was this guy for real?
He'd been panting after her knickers for the past two years and now he'd developed a sudden case of verbal, slandering diarrhea? What the fuck!
Scooter shrugged expansively, leaning back. "Yeah, I mean, what can I say? She ended up being just a major cock tease."
Just as Guy stood up, his normally mild manner completely forgotten, he saw Connie Moreau stride out of nowhere and backhand Scott "Scooter" Andersen across the face. Her face twisted into an expression of disgust, she kept up a steady diatribe of her opinion on him and with one last parting shot, flounced away.
He frowned slightly as he turned to look at a flabbergasted Fulton. "Do you think she realizes how much her punches hurt?"
His mouth hanging open, Fulton stared as Scooter staggered to his feet, holding on to his bleeding nose. "He just got fucking backhanded by a girl!"
"Charlie?"
"Go away, Banksie, I'm busy."
"Yes, I see that. But I would like to know why there is currently a topless picture of me on your computer screen."
"None of your business."
"Charlie-"
"Ugh, you're so annoying! Go away!"
"Not until you get rid of my fucking picture! How the fuck do you have that any…i-is that a…a camera? Why do you have a camera? You of all people should not have a camera!"
"Hey! What are you – give it back!"
"I don't believe this! You took pictures of me changing?! Charlie, what the bleeding fuck goes through your mind-"
"Guy took them! No one else wanted to do it and so he drew the short straw! And besides, it's not like there's anything I haven't seen before!"
"You're fucking insane! And I'm deleting this! And this! And why do you have forty pictures devoted solely to Scooter? And Emily? Why do you have twenty eight pictures of my ex-girlfriend?"
"Thirty two, actually. I found some good ones online."
"Delete!"
"Hey, stop it! Give it back! God, Banks, you ruin everything!"
"No! I fix everything! I don't know what you're planning on doing with these photos but I'm pretty sure it's against the rules in at least forty eight states!"
"…"
"Are you ready to talk reason?"
"Oh, I'll give you reason. If you don't hand over that camera within the next ten seconds, we'll just get Maddie's camera and take pictures of you in the shower. How's that for reason?"
"…"
"Time is ticking, Banksie baby."
"Sometimes, I really, truly despise you with every fiber of my being."
"Lovely doing business with you, Banks. Please be so kind as to close the door on your way out."
As she felt something sticky drop down onto her shirt, Julie set her jaw and turned to look at the tall blonde. "Do you mind, Emily?"
"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry!" Her blue eyes innocently wide, Emily Parker shrugged helplessly, waving a now empty container of yogurt in one hand. "It completely slipped…oh, it's all over you, poor thing. How could I have been so stupid? "
"Oh, don't beat yourself over that fact." Julie smiled at her, rising from her seat, aware that most of the people in the dining hall were now staring at the two of them. "It's obviously inherent in you."
There was a flicker of anger in those crystalline blue eyes before they once again hardened. "My…you should go clean yourself up. It should have run all the way down your shirt now."
When goaded, Julie usually kept her cool. But with the rumors that Scooter had started saying about her and the suspicious activities of a certain hockey team, she was feeling rather unhinged and…reckless. Her spine stiffening, she shrugged nonchalantly. "Not so much. My boobs actually stopped most of it from running down my stomach. It's so lovely to have cleavage, isn't it?" She then paused to rest her eyes on Emily's chest. "Or maybe not."
There was a snort from behind her that had Portman's distinctive bass note. It became the catalyst for several large snickers that swept through the dining hall and the resulting flush of anger that crept up the blonde's neck. "You might want to go wash that shirt, Gaffney,"
She snapped. "The polyester isn't going to handle yogurt very well."
"Oh no." The blonde replied quite easily, picking up her bag. "It's 100 silk. I'm going to have to throw it out. Pity, isn't it? Oh well, take care of that for me, Ems." And with that, she calmly took off her shirt, threw it in the sputtering girl's face and walked out…in jeans and a bra.
Maddie was quite calmly painting her toenails a shocking shade of apple green when the door to her room suddenly opened. Not even looking up from her handiwork, she stuck out a foot. "What do you think, Car? Is it Vivacious Verde? I think I want to a leotard in this color."
"It looks like you vomited a salad." Carmen answered, dropping onto Connie's bed. "A strange thing happened when I was at the library."
"Really? Pray tell."
"My reading was interrupted when Scooter started cursing at his laptop."
Maddie's eyes became shifty. "Oh. Odd."
"Indeed it was." Carmen leaned forward, a foreign look of amusement dancing on her beautiful face. "Especially as his laptop had contracted some sort of virus that suddenly made gay porn play on his screen."
"Wow." The dancer remarked, looking guilelessly innocent. "I never knew he swung that way."
"Neither did Portman. You can just imagine how that one reacted."
Maddie jumped onto the bed next to her and squealed in delight. "What did he do?"
"Called Scooter a fudgepacking cocksucker in front of the whole library." The blonde raised a disapproving eyebrow at the memory. "But Maddie? Any idea how Scooter managed to get that virus? As it is something that positively reeks of your handiwork."
Shrugging, Maddie tossed her hand airily. "Probably from all that porn. Pity, isn't it?"
"Are you sticking to that story?"
"Absolutely." After a brief pause, she suddenly giggled in fiendish delight. "Oh, Car, Scooter's in for a very bad week!"
"God, when will this bitch shut up?"
"Charlie, don't be crass."
"Stop mothering me, Banks. Your mothering is absolutely smothering."
"How long did it take you to think of that rhyme?"
Scowling, Charlie was about to retaliate to his stupid best friend when his mouth stopped mid-retort. His gaze fixated on the stage where the speaker had just concluded her statements and where Carmen and Dylan had just stood up. "Yes." He hissed, rubbing his hands together. "We're on."
Adam looked at him, his built in alarm bells going haywire. "What do you mean, we're on? Charlie? Why won't you answer me?"
"Hush, Banksie." The captain smiled. "Just sit back and enjoy the show."
"What show? Please don't tell me that you guys are-"
Obviously not listening to a word Adam was saying, Charlie leaned forward, practically quivering in anticipation. His sparkling eyes firmly fixed on the hourglass figure that was suddenly covered by a podium.
"Hello and welcome to the farewell ceremony for the graduating class of 2006." At this point, Carmen and Dylan both flashed beautiful yet very, very, very fake smiles out into the theatre. "It's been a long ride and yet the journey is only just beginning-"
And action.
"Yo, Carmennnnnn! Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me, bay-bayyyyyy!" Charlie hollered, cupping his hands around his mouth.
As she heard Charlie's familiar voice yell out to her, Carmen hurriedly finished her speech. She was many things but stupid wasn't one of them. There was something going on and the sooner she was out of the spotlight, the better.
Bowing from their podium, she and Dylan quickly walked to their place behind Dean Buckley. Then, she felt her vice-president lean over. "You're much too close."
"I just wanted to let you know that you might want to make your excuses and leave. You're not going to be happy." Dylan murmured into her ear. "And there's a chance you might get blamed for it."
"Blamed for what?"
"The ensuing festivities."
Barely registering the large projection screen beginning to roll down behind them, she turned to glare at him. "And I might take the fall for it?"
"No." She felt his hand wrap around the back of her neck and slowly push her head back to the auditorium. His breath caressed her skin. "No. I will. I'm not letting anything happen to you."
"Howard…stop trying. It's not going to happen."
Her skin felt cold as he moved away.
And then the chaos began.
"You poor, unfortunate, souls." Maddie sighed as she sat underneath the stage in her little lair of wires and laptops. She turned to a screen and saw the yearbook's tech staff trying desperately to regain function of the main screen. It was too bad that it was under her complete control. "That's right, scuttle around, my little pretties. It's hopeless."
Guy turned to stare at her. "You've got a bit of a mad scientist complex going on, don't you?"
She shrugged. "We can't all be perfect. Should I upload the picture of Scooter or Emily next?"
"Is that the one where Emily has her hand up her skirt?"
"Yeah."
"Do it."
"These are quite embarrassing." Connie remarked, leaning back into her seat. She then saw the extremely confused yearbook staff pounding away at their laptops. "I have a feeling Dean Buckley is going to be very upset."
"I'm going to kill all of them." Adam ground out through his teeth.
"Well, it's just as embarrassing as them as it for everyone else." She pointed out. "Charlie and Maddie have to cover their tracks, you know. Look, Maddie's practically naked in that one. See?"
"I'd rather not."
"Liar." Connie then blinked. "My goodness, that picture of you is almost obscene in some angles."
Adam groaned as his topless self sleeping with the four girls in his life flashed across the screen. He then turned to glare at his best friend. "Was this really necessary?"
"Yes." Charlie nodded as he locked furious eyes with Emily Parker. "I think it was."
"What if-"
"Oh my." Connie breathed, her eyes glued to the screen where Scott "Scooter" Andersen was running around the track, with what appeared to be a mini jet stream trailing after from his unusually prominent ass.
Charlie shrugged as Adam turned piercingly blue eyes on him. "We felt that, in his case, things needed to be a little digitally re-mastered."
"It's not so bad, Jules. Don't worry about it." Fulton said cheerfully as he stretched back in his seat. This was the best farewell ceremony he had ever been to.
She didn't remove her hands from her mouth as she stared at the extremely embarrassing pictures of the student body flashing across the screen. "This is awful."
Portman shrugged as he too stretched back. "It's life. Oh, look…a message."
And true enough, a parting letter was being typed onto the screen.
To the Class of 2006,
Well, it's been good times. We wish we could say that we'll miss you…
But we won't.
Call us if you manage to find jobs!
Piss off now,
Eden Hall
"For Christ's sake, Adam, where on Earth are you going at this time of night?" Vivian Banks wrapped her nightgown tighter and peered at her youngest son. "It's two fifteen in the morning!"
"Sorry, did I wake you?" Adam stopped to look at his mother. "I just have to take care of something."
"Take care of what?" His father appeared in the foyer, his eyes narrowing. "You're sixteen, you don't have to take care of anything."
"It's just some…work."
"It's summer vacation!" Philip Banks snapped before recognition flashed on his face. "It's those damn Ducks, isn't it? Go back to bed, Adam."
"Dad-"
"Now, Adam."
Breathing hard and his fists clenched, Adam stared at his father. "Dad…I need to go. Like really."
"Absolutely not-"
"Be home soon, dear." His mother stepped forward and smiled at him softly. "We'll talk in the morning."
"Vivian!"
"Not now, Philip." She jerked her head towards the door. "Go on. The sooner you go, the sooner you can be home."
Philip Banks stared as his grinning son loped towards the front door and then turned accusingly to his wife. "You're only encouraging him, I hope you know."
"Don't be silly, dear. He's just missing his friends…and well, it's most likely growing pains."
A/N:
And the re-vampification Growing Pains is now done! If you're new to the series, there is a sequel already written called The Way We Roll under my works. If you're not new, the senior year fic will be along soon…I hope.
I know it's been awhile but I'm back at college and I'm swamped with work.
I wish I could say that updates are going to be more frequent but I would most likely be lying. However, I am fully committed to my writing and only death and serious illness will keep me from forsaking it. So I hope you guys stay with me.
Anyway, if you have any feedback for me, I would very much appreciate it! Take care!
Love and kisses, Donuthole\
p.s. If you want to know what Banksie was running off to do, keep scrolling down!
Rachiebee: Oh my god, my head hurts from school and I'm sorry to keep you guys waiting! Just know that I put off writing a paper about the effects of malaria in Sub-Saharan Africa to update. Thanks for the review, dear!
Awtr101fan: Hey, you. I got your PMs and I'm so sorry I didn't have the time to respond but school has been kicking my ass. Writing takes up a lot of time and even though I have the story fully thought out, my schedule won't allow me to write. Sorry, babe, but thanks for the review!
Crikee15: I've just reworked Scooter into a major asshole. Maybe it's because I'm remembering an awful ex-boyfriend who pulled that same shit on me. Ugh. Anyway, I'm sorry for the wait and I'll do my best to update sooner! Thanks for the review!
Percussion: You know, you gotta wonder…what's going to happen when Banksie and Charlie split up for college? I'm thinking 4AM phone calls to Cambridge, MA. Oh, I love them. Thanks for the review, dearie!
Ratti pillo: I call you out on non-updating and yet I pull the same shit. Wow, I suck, lol. Dude, I'm so pumped for senior year and yet I'm not…because I'll most likely stop writing as soon as that fic is done. My heart hurts to leave them! Charlie and Adam is Bro Love! Thanks for the review, my lovely ratti!
Doggiesrule147: Oh, thank you, sweetie! I enjoy writing Charlie/Adam banter, it comes so easily. I'm glad they make you smile! Thanks for the review!
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"Can't you guys manage to stay out of trouble for just one week?"
Goldberg snarled at him. "Shut up, Banks, and get me the hell out of here!"
Not trusting himself to speak, Adam surveyed the goalie who was currently stuck in his basement window. Charlie and Fulton were laughing off to the side and Guy, having finally pried the other window open, had just jumped down into Goldberg's cellar.
"Guy, find something slippery. Oil or something." Adam said helplessly before turning to a grinning Averman. "Explain."
The redhead shrugged. "We were all watching movies down here and we didn't want to wake up his parents. So we decided to leave via window. And then Goldie decided to go to the deli…and the rest is history."
Guy's head popped through the other window. "There's no oil…but we have honey." He threw a couple bottles to Charlie. "I'll push from the bottom."
"Sorry, Goldie." Charlie grinned before with a great squirt, he emptied the contents onto his friend's side. "Oh man, what I would give for a camera."
"Shut up, Charlie." Adam answered absently as he grabbed Goldberg's hands. "You ready down there, Guy?"
"Yeah!" There was a muffled reply. "My god, Goldberg, if you fart on me, I'll murder you."
Adam winced as the smell of honey wafted up his nostrils. "You're like Winnie the Pooh."
"Shut up and get me out!" The goalie howled.
Fulton heaved a big sigh. "We really do get into some random shit."