Author's note: Okay, so there was no initial plan for this story to be any longer than originally posted. But, I got a couple e-mails asking for more, so here you go. I hope you like it. I upped the rating a little just to be on the safe side. You never know what can happen when dealing with teenage hormones.

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I didn't immediately go home after Mary left. I was in too good of a mood for it to be spoiled by anything, so I decided to take a little walk and take in the view from cloud nine before descending back to reality. By the time I did get back home it was around one o'clock in the morning, and Mac was waiting for me.

"Well," I said after a moment of staring. "I'm beat, 'night Mac."

"Where did you meet her?" he asked.

"Remember the other day when I had to do that whole 'chaperone' thing at the community center? She was there too."

"You didn't put her up to that, did you." It was more like a statement than a question.

"Nope," I smiled. "I asked her out to dinner. You asked her to tell stories."

"But you knew I would, if I was given the chance."

My grin widened. "Maybe."

"The only reason your halo hasn't fallen off completely is because it's caught on one of your horns, you know that?"

I laughed. " 'Night, Mac."

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I looked at the clock, 4:30. I prayed Mary was coming. I didn't know where I would take her or what we would do, but I did know wanted to be with her. My thoughts went back to the night before on the park bench. I must have gotten a pretty stupid look on my face because I heard Mac laugh and mutter something about puppy love under his breath as he passed. I sat down on the stairs and leaned against the wall.

Love. I hadn't thought of that. I didn't think I was in love. I tended to fall more into lust. I had a bad habit of changing relationships about as often as my underwear, well, maybe my jeans. But, I didn't usually have such clouded thinking when I met a girl. Sure my thought process would get a little fuzzy, or my logic would become a little warped, but I didn't sit around and pine for anyone.

Is that what I was doing? Pining? I shook my head. No, I wasn't pining. I was. . .not pining. Girls had a strange affect on me. I knew that. And even if I didn't want to admit it, deep down I knew that if this relationship lasted longer than a month it would be a personal record. I never understood how any two people could be together for years at a time.

I watched Tessa and Mac paw at eachother in the office and wondered how they could still act like that after twelve years of being together. Didn't they ever want someone else? Twelve years was a long time. I'd barely been around for that long, and they were still doing what I wanted to do with Mary. Mary. . .

I smiled, oh yeah Mary. I looked at my watch, twelve 'til five. Twelve minutes until Mary and I could go off and. . . do whatever it was we were going to do.

"So what are you up to tonight?"

I looked up slightly startled by Duncan's sudden appearance. "Huh?"

"Are you going out, staying home, what?"

"Oh, um, I'm going out with Mary. . . I think. She's supposed to come by around five." I rambled.

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know, haven't thought about that yet."

"How are you on money? Need a little extra cash?" he asked. I had the sudden feeling he wanted me to do something for him, and usually the things he offered to pay me extra to do were a little on the strange side.

"What would I have to do?" I asked. I had already learned that extra cash was always a good thing to have when trying to impress a girl, so if it wasn't going to take too long I decided to do it.

"You've been working hard, you deserve a little compensation." He handed me a wad of bills. "And feel free to stay out as late as you want."

I smiled realizing what Mac was doing. He wanted me to do something all right, he wanted me to not be home so he and Tessa could. . . do what I wanted to do with Mary.

"How late do I want to stay out?"

Mac smiled and winked at me. "The later the better." He handed me some more money.

"You're really giving when you're horny." I commented.

"I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Take the money and go before I change my mind."

"You know, for a little bit more I can disappear for the weekend if you want."

"How about you take my car for the night, and we call it good enough."

"The T-Bird? Deal."

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"So now what?" Mary asked finishing off the last of her banana split.

"Well, it's just now eight o'clock, we've got the whole night ahead of us. We could do anything, and I do mean anything. . ." I said with a suggestive smile.

"Oh, really?" she ran her foot up my leg under the table. "Just where do you propose we do this 'anything'?"

"Well, there's always my place. . ." I jingled Mac's keys in my pocket.

"What about Duncan and Tessa?"

"That's not where I was talking about." After all, I had Mac's keys, which meant I had more than just his car at my disposal. "Tell me Mary, how do you feel about cabins in the woods?"