Fifteen year old Gregory Shane Helms sat on his best friend, Modesty's, porch. They were both sitting on her couch-like-swing. Well, he was sitting; she was lying down with her head on his lap.

"It's hot." She complained.

"Summer's in North Carolina are brutal." He said.

"I know. Come on, let's go inside." They both got up and walked in the cool air conditioned house.

"Ah better." Shane commented. Modesty nodded and got a bottle of water.

"You want one?" She asked and held up her bottle.

"I'd love one." He answered. She took another one out and threw it to him. Of course he caught it.

"Where are Matt, Jeff, and Shannon?" She asked.

"Matt and Jeff are helping their father in the tobacco fields and Shannon…I'm not sure about him."

"Oh. So everyone's busy so of course you visit little old me."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"No, tell me."

"No, it's nothing. Just since you started your wrestling training, working for the ring crew, going to Matt, Jeff and Shannon's football games and everything you haven't been spending much time with me."

"Geez Modesty." He leaned against the counter. "You act like we go out."

"Oh I'm sorry. Is that so bad?"

"No, but can't I have a life too?"

"I forgot. You're perfect. You're God's gift to wrestling and if you ever get a B on your report card…ha like that's going to happen."

"Are you PMSing? If you are I can leave if you want."

"No I'm not PMSing. Is that your excuse now?"

"Do you want me to spend more time with you?"

"No, I'm fine. Come on, let's go play video games."

"No, I want to talk about this."

"No, like you've said before, you're a fifteen year old boy and I'm a fourteen year old girl, serious discussions aren't for us."

"When did I say that?"

"Before."

"When's before."

"Like last week or something."

"Modesty." He sighed.

"Let's go play video games!"

"Ok ok." He laughed.

"Damnit!" Shane yelled and threw down the controller. Modesty started laughing and fell over on to Shane's lap.

"I lost! Again!" Shane exclaimed.

"Is that so bad?" She laughed.

"Well…no…but I never lost to Matt!"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Matt's…well…"

"What? Matt's a boy?"

"No!" He exclaimed way too fast and blushed.

"Oh my god! That's it!"

"No! It's not!" He tried to cover it up.

"It is!" She exclaimed and jumped on him. He rolled off the couch, dragging her with him. They rolled around either tickling each other, or Shane tried to defend himself while Modesty playfully hit him.

"I'm sorry! Sorry!" He cried out of breath. Modesty leaned up so she sat on his stomach, pinning him to the floor.

"You HAVE to be a virgin…by that comment I can tell."

"You are too." He reminded her.

"So?" She blushed. "Maybe not for long."

"Was that an opening?"

"Take it as you want."

"Hmm…maybe I will."

"In that case you know where my bedroom is." Her tone was brave, but inside she was shaking. Shane was also nervous.

"Get off me and we'll go to your bedroom." His tone was also brave. Modesty got off him. He smiled at her and picked her up. They walked up the stairs and into her bedroom.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked. He was pacing around her room.

"Yes." She answered, she was sitting on her bed. "Do you want to?" He stopped pacing and looked at her. She was about average height, maybe 5 feet. Her eyes were hazel, but they were constantly changing color. Now they were a honey yellow. Her black one length hair fell just passed her shoulders. She had a great figure, but it was usually hidden behind baggy clothes. Like now, she had on a blue tank top and baggy black pants. Every other girl in North Carolina had on shorts.

"Yeah." He answered.

"Then why are you pacing?"

"You're young."

"And you're not?"

"I am but…"

"I know what you mean. But trust me, I want to." She said lowly then looked at her clock. "My mom's coming home in an hour, get over here!" He laughed and slowly walked over to her bed.

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