An: (Pouty sad lip) I found a fic that had the potential to be funny, but it totally felt like they stole my popsicle dialouge. Anyway, we meet Wade, and one of Rob and Jessica's old friends soon.
Rob fell backwards onto the end of Rebecca's bed. She was the 12-year-old she drew Dominic Purcell for, and she was pretty cool. "Where's my "Man of Faith" poster?" She asked.
Rob turned her head, "I didn't see him, you ingrate." She looked above her head and smirked, "Though I do like where you put the picture."
"Well of course, are you telling me you don't have one of him above your bed? Oh," she leaned over the edge of her bed, and Rob saw a picture of Rebecca with her family. She used to have long brown hair before she started chemo. "Here," she straightened up and put a poster on Rob's chest, "my dad brought me this."
She unrolled it, it was a poster with Jon Murphy after a fight. "Nice..."
"So why are you smilely?"
Her smile widened, "I had sex for the first time last night."
"Nuh uh," annoying thirteen-year-old girl said from her bed. "You're like, twenty."
Rob looked scrutinizingly, "Your sister lost it at 15. I'll take your silence as a yes. So your sister is a whore." She got an outraged look. "Oh calm down, my sister lost it at 17."
"Hey!" Jessica called from across the room.
"Oh, just go back to your boyfriends!" Jessica may have glared at her, but she went back to talking to the half circle of boys around her. Most to all staring at her with a slightly slack jawed expression. It was cute when Rob said boyfriends, Jared got up and sat in Jessica's lap. Rob mouthed, "Awwww..." to her sister, earning another glare. She smirked and laid her head back.
"You like him," Rebecca accused with a smile.
"No duh."
"No, no. You like," she drew out the word, "him."
"Ha!" Jessica yelled. This time Rob glared at her.
Rob looked at Rebecca, "You're twelve, shut up." The girl just smiled and looked down.