'Wow,' Tod thought as he stared at the screen. 'Who would have thought that the pie would be hiding in the cupboard?"

He watched intently as Barney the dinosaur bounced onto the screen followed by his posse of annoying little jerks.

"I love him, he loves me," Barney sang. "We're the leaders family."

'Pure genius,' Tod thought, totally in awe of the purple dinosaur.

"Two plus two is four, two plus two is four," Barney continued. Tod couldn't believe how enjoyable these baby programmes were turning out to be. Linda Waggner walked in at that moment with a dummy and a plate of rusks.

"Here you go baby," she said as she handed them over to him.

I think I went a bit too far there, but so what?

The Horton Residence- That Evening:

Carter sat on the edge of his bed trying to remember the embarassmet of being a geek for the day. He was glad he didn't have to be one every day like Billy. He knew he just wouldn't be able to deal with it. His mind started to wander and he remembered how sexy Terry had looked while she was with the band.

She was probably out with Trent though. And Tyler, and all the rest of the gay little band. He sighed, feeling frustrated and pissed off.

"Carter?"

He turned his head to the window, to see Terry climbing in.

"Terry? What the hell?"

She was still wearing the leather clothes. Carter struggled to keep his eyes on her face as she closed the window behind her. He gulped and got to his feet.

"Wow Terry," he said, trying to concentrate on what he was saying. "It's at times like these I wish you weren't mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you," Terry replied in a sultry kind of way. She walked over to him and unzipped the jacket. "It's hot in here Carter," she commented. "You got the heating on or something?"

"N-no," Carter replied finding it increasingly difficult to keep his hands off her. Terry smiled, knowing she was playing havoc with his hormones and loving every minute of it.

"Maybe it's just me," she replied, slipping off the jacket. She was wearing a tight black top underneath.

'Oh my god,' Carter thought. 'This is just too much'. He scratched the back of his neck and turned around to face the door.

"W-where are Trent and the rest of the guys?"

"Oh, they went back home. It wasn't right I suppose," Terry replied, putting her hands on his shoulders. "You're tense. You should try to relax."

"Yeah," Carter answered, his voice shaking.

"Here, let me help you," Terry told him, massaging his shoulders. Carter sighed. He was definitely forgiven.

Sometimes, I really wonder about the state of my mentality. But then I remember, I'm sad. So it's okay. And in case you aren't paying attention:

Carter jumped into the air and went right through the ceiling into outer space, where he met funny little purple and green men who played hospipes at funerals and to get back to his house he had to climb a ladder made entirely from spaghetti.

Awake now? Thankyou.

Terry wound her arms around Carter's neck. "Nice trip?"

"Yeah. The spaghetti was the best bit," Carter replied, smirking.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Terry said. "Let's just hope you enjoy this even more."

Da da da da da........Moving swiftly on....

Billy lay on the sofa watching Sports Centre. He had just finished listening to another self help tape and he felt like he could do anything.

"Bitch!" He yelled at the top of his voice. "Get me a beer, right now!"

Mrs. Hitchcock appeared in the door frame. "Honey, what have I told you about saying 'Please', and 'Thankyou'?"

Billy turned his head to face her. "I forget. Now what the hell did I just say?"

Mrs. Hitchcock sighed. "William, you've got to learn to ask prop-."

"SHUT THE HELL UP AND GET ME SOME BOOZE!!!"

"Yes dear."

She appeared a second later with a bottle and gave it to him.

"Here you go precious," she announced, handing it over. Billy snatched it off her without a word. "And another thing."

"What the bloody hell do you want now? Isn't my company enough pleasure for you?"

"Honey, did you let the goat in the house?" Mrs. Hitchcock asked staring intently at him. Billy shook his head vigorously.

"No."

"Did you?"

"No."

"You did."

"No I didn't."

"Baby, it's a simple question. Let's be honest. Did you let the goat in the house or what?"

"No."

"I think you did Honey. Don't lie to me now sweetie."

"I'm not lying, and I did not let the goat in the house, I swear."

"Then why is there goat shit all down the hallway?"

Billy looked shocked and gasped. He put his hand to his heart.

"What? You think I let the goat in the house? I most certainly would not let the goat shit all down our hallway Mom."

"Don't use language like that infront of me William."

"But you just-."

"No, no. I think you need to go and apologise to me and your father, then get the mop and clean it-."

"I didn't do it!!!!!" Billy yelled. "For the last time, I did not let that sodding goat in our house. I hate the damn bugger! Why would I let it in? I wish you'd never bought me that frigging goat because I'd rather it walked into the road and died than have it walking around like it owned the place!"

Mrs. Hitchcock looked hurt. "William.." She warned.

"No Mom. I'm sick of going about saying, 'Oooooh, I love it when the goat chews my duvet', or 'My clothes have been ripped and I can't go out with my friends, I'm ecstastic,' but most of all, I hate having to say 'I love my goat so much that I don't give a flying monkeys arse that it ate my brithday cake and trampled on my presents then threw up all over my friends rendering me uncool and unpopular!!!" Billy yelled at the top of his voice.

"Honey, I had no idea-."

"Yeah well get over it Mom. Before we got that Goat I was Mt. Abraham Junior high's coolest student. Now look at me! NOW LOOK AT ME!!!" Billy pointed to his clothes, totally losing his marbles as his mum looked on, speechless. "I'm the saddest in the school Mom!!"

"Billy, you can't blame the goat for all this."

"Yes I frigging well can! I was cool! I was popular! Everyone liked me, everyone dressed like me, all the girls walked around telling each other how much they wanted to go out with me! But not any more. Cos it's the end of the road for Billy Hitchcock now. All thanks to Fluffy, the 'Wonder Goat'," Billy continued holding up two fingers to show inverted commas.

"Well Geez, I know you don't like the damn thing but there's no need for that," His Mom answered after a long awkward silence.

Carter put his hands in his pockets and left the house grinning all over his face. Confidently, he began strutting down the street thinking he was ace. The song 'Stayin Alive' began to play faintly in the background. Carter noticed a group of girls on the other side of the road and flashed his best smile at them. They giggled and waved back.

"Carter," A voice asked. Carter turned around. It was Cynthia Paster, a girl from his history class. In Carter's opinion, she had everything. Looks, personality, brains, whatever else people are meant to have to make them perfect. She had a reputation of being Little Miss Perfect. Straight A's. Never drank, smoked or did drugs.

"Oh, hey Cynthia," Carter replied. "What is it?"

"You know that history assignment we got set?" she replied in a sweet girly voice, tossing her long glossy blonde hair over her shoulders. Carter nodded. "Well, I'm kinda stuck with it and-."

"Woah, wait a second," Carter replied in disbelief. "You're stuck? I don't think so baby. You're the smartest girl in the school."

"Well thanks Carter," Cyntia replied giving him a cute smile. "But It's true. I know this might sound a little strange, but, is there any possibility you could.......Help me out?"

Carter hesitated for a second.

"Please?"

"Yeah, sure," he replied smiling back.

"Great. You can come round to my house tonight about eight. Then we can sort this out together."

"I guess."

"Thanks Carter," Cynthia replied. She stepped closer to him. "You're so sweet."

Then she walked off down the street.

7:57pm- Cynthia Paster's house.

Carter knocked on the door, his history books tucked under his arm. He wasn't sure exactly what she was up to. After all, the smartest girl in school asking for his help? He didn't even know what two add two was for God's sake. It was highly suspicious, he had to admit that. The door suddenly opened.

"Oh, you must be the nice young man who's come to help Cynthia out with her homework," Mrs. Paster greeted him. "Come in. Cynthia's room's the first on the right."

Carter nodded and stepped inside. He made his way up the stairs. Uncertainly, he knocked on her bedroom door.

"Come in," a voice beckoned. Carter took hold of the door handle and went inside. Cynthia was sitting at her desk. She got up as he entered the room.

"Carter, hi," she said, tucking her hair behind her ear. Her room was all pink and girly. "Thanks for coming. I really appreciate it."

"Yeah, well," Carter replied, looking around. "It's no problem."

"So, we gonna hit the books?" Cynthia asked, noticing Carter had them under his arm.

"Yeah."

"You're not talking much," Cynthia observed, staring at him. She was in a pink dressing gown. She noticed him looking and laughed. "Oh, I just had a shower. I didn't see the point in getting dressed again."

"No, no, that's great. I mean, that's fine," Carter answered, standing awkwardly by the door.

"You can sit down if you like," she invited him.

"Thanks."

He walked over and sat down on the side of the bed, putting his history books beside him.

"So, what's the problem with this history?"

"All of it really," Cynthia replied. "I don't have a clue where to begin."

"Look, Cynthia, I'm not really sure why you asked me to help you. I'm not exactly a straight A student, you know that."

"Yeah. I know."

"Then why'd you ask me? Why didn't you ask someone smarter? You could have asked anyone."

"I know. But, the thing is, Carter," Cynthia began, looking down at her hands. She sat down on a chair, and wrapped her arms around her knees. "I wanted to ask you."

"Why?"

"Because....." She hesitated. "Because you're fun. You're cool. You know how to enjoy life."

"And what's that got to do with history?" Carter interrogated her.

"My parents don't let me do anything. According to them I'm the sweet perfect angel of a daughter."

"Cynthia, you are a sweet perfect angel, that's just it," Carter answered. Cynthia smiled.

"Awww, that's sweet of you to say that to me, but I sometimes wish I could be more like," she paused. "Like you."

"Like me? Why?"

"Don't you get it?" she replied suddenly. "I'm not stuck with my history. I'm not stuck with anything. I just wanted to get you over here."

Carter was silent for a moment. He was flattered by her saying it, but he felt slightly uneased by it too. Cynthia got up and walked over to him. She stood infront of him and looked down at him, smiling her innocent smile.

"You're so different from the other guys Carter," she complimented him. "You know how to treat a girl."

"Cynthia-." Carter began in a warning tone.

"You don't know what it's like for someone like me," She continued. "I've liked you for so long."

"Cynthia, I don't think you understand," Carter struggled to protest. "I mean..Er...What about Billy? He's crazy about you."

"Billy Hitchcock is a dork," Cynthia replied. "I want you."

Before he could stop her, Cynthia was kissing him, and Carter didn't stop her.

"Cynthia, I have a girlfriend," Carter replied, not sure what he could do to get out of the situation.

"That didn't stop you kissing me."

"Yeah I know, but-."

"But what?"

Slowly, she untied the knot in her dressing gown cord and removed her dressing gown. She had pink vest and shorts pyjamas on underneath. Carter didn't know what he was going to do. He loved Terry. That was it. That was all that it should be. But then he remembered how she'd carried off with Nine Inch Nails. He remembered how hurt he'd been. How small she'd made him feel. She could really be a malicious bitch at times.

"Please Carter," Cynthia asked. "Don't stop." Before he could realise what he was doing, he kissed her again.......

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" Carter screamed as he sat bolt upright in his bed. He wiped his brow with his hand, wondering what the hell was going on.

"What the hell?"

He couldn't even begin to understand what had made him dream something like that. Cynthia Paster was a geek. She wasn't beautiful. She stayed at home and read the dictionary when everyone else was out enjoying themselves. And besides, he had Terry. Sometimes he really began to wonder about himself. He glanced across at his alarm clock. It was 3:30am. Feeling slightly confused, he rolled over and tried to get back to sleep.