Title: The Young and the Hopeless

Genre: Romance/ Humor/Drama

Rating: PG 13

Disclaimer: I don't own shit! I own Nay/Naomi. That is it. The rest of the peeps are owned by, themselves or the WWE or something.

Summary: Screw summaries, just read and make up your own damn summary ;-)

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"Sexy," Jeff commented when I walked into his bedroom wearing Angelica's dress. I spun around and posed all weird and we laughed. He stood up but I ran over to him and head butted his stomach, causing him to fall back on the bed with me on top of him. "Nay, you have a phone call!" Matt shouted from the kitchen. I shrugged and picked up the phone in Jeff's room. "I got it you fag!" "Bitch please!" He yelled back, before hanging the phone up. I could tell he was trying to act like a fag that time. How queer. "Hello? Who's this?" I asked. "You little bitch, it's me! Michelle!" "AHH!" "AHH! Dude, your dad called my house and was all askin when you was comin home." I slapped my hand across my forehead and winced. "Shit, Shit, Shit, FUCK!" "So much for watching your mouth," Jeff butted in. I blushed and shook my head. "What did you tell him?" I said that you were in the shitter. He wants you to call him when you get out." "Aye chee rumba." "What the.?" "Don't ask. So how the hell am I gonna call him back? Dude.how'd you know I was over here?" "I figured you were at your little boy hoe's house if your dad was callin over here looking for you, besides, You weren't at Anthony's, Daniel's, Ashlyn's, or Stephanie's." "You called all of them?" "No. But whatever. I knew you weren't over there when you picked up this phone." "Dude, your dumb." "Thanks, I love you too." I just nodded, even though she couldn't see me. "So, how are you going to call your dad?" "I'll just.call him and like block the number or something." "Whatever. So, uh, did you guys do anything worth while last night?" I smiled and squealed. "What'd you do?" Michelle asked, with excitement. "Um.things." I said, stupidly. "No way. You did?!" "I did!" We both screamed in unison. Jeff covered his ears, being that he could hear Michelle's scream even though she was on the phone. "Yeah, well, call me back later or something. Or maybe I'll just come over there and bug you's guys." "Righty, do what your bunk heart desires." "I shall." "Alright, Michelle, talk to your bunk ass later." "Bah!" I just hung up and looked over at a very confused Jeff. "Dude, what was that all about?" He asked, with the same look on his face. I patted his cheek and stood up. "Oh nothing, nothing at all." He smiled and looked up at me from the bed. "That dress looks really good on you; Angelica did a really good job of dressing you." "Why thank you," Angelica's voice came from outside of Jeff's open door. She invited herself in and sat on a nearby chair. "What the hell?" She leaned over and felt underneath of the cushion. A couple seconds later she pulled out the same big bag of weed Shannon had found and held it up. I ran over and snatched it from her hand and hid it behind my back. Angelica shook her head in disappointment. "If your going to have drugs, your gonna have to share with me." She held out her hand, waiting for something. Jeff stood up and took the weed from behind my back. I winced as he handed it to Angelica and led me out to the hallway. We just stood there and he stared at me with serious disappointment. "H...H.Hi," I stuttered, waving my hand slightly. He just nodded. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. I pulled away a little and looked him into his disappointed eyes. "Jeff, what's wrong?" "Nay, you promised you wouldn't do that stuff anymore, and then you go and hide it under my cushion where anyone can find it." "Babe, you told me to put it there, last night after we smoked some." I smiled at him, he apparently didn't remember. "Last night? I remember last night very well, all except for that part." I put my hands on my hips and slouched a little. "No, before you threw me in the pool. Like an hour or so." He shook his head, still not remembering and sighed. "O.K., whatever." I sighed and frowned. "You don't believe me." "I do too." I shook my head and turned and walked into the bedroom, but he grabbed my arm before I could make it all the way and turned me around to face him. I looked him eye to eye and we just stared for about three minutes. "Wha.what are we doing?" I asked, starting to pull away from his grip on my arm. He let go and started shaking his head lightly, "Nothing. We're just gawking at each other like hoodlums." "Hoodlums, Jeff?" "Yep, hoodlums." "Alrighty then. I'll have to remember that." I turned and walked into his bedroom. Plopping on his bed, I grabbed the phone and dialed *67 followed by my dad's cell number. When he finally answered I said, "Dad? I'm out of the bathroom. You wanted me to call you? O.K. Yeah, I know. You want me home no later than seven thirty? Alright, no problemo. Uh huh. What time will you be home? Oh, ok. Alright. Later." I hung up the phone and popped up off the bed. I ran over to angelica and squeezed her cheeks together. Once I stopped, she gave me a really funny look and laughed. "You are one weird kid." "What the fuck? I'm not a kid you old lady." "I'm not an old lady you punk ass kid." We both laughed, and Jeff walked in to find us doing so. He joined in and we ended up laughing for a long time. Jeff took a few deep breaths and managed to ask, "What are we laughing at?" We all just continued to laugh more.