AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thanks to all those who reviewed. Also, I'm sorry to those who expected a plot, there really isn't one yet. No direction either.

DEDICATION: This chapter is dedicated to my sister Casey and her newest obsession. (Alright, alright, Johnny and Bam are sort of sigh worthy…Not Brandon DiCamillo though, he's just weird. Or Steve-O…if anyone wants a full opinion, tell me in a review and I'll include one in the next Author's Note. On with the story and out of these suffocating parenthesis…)

Paul lifted his hand to the dark wood door and began to knock, then stopped himself. He thought he should at least make sure she wasn't busy before he just barged in. Her mom had said she wasn't doing anything, but just in case…He placed his ear on the door, and to his astonishment, heard the first slow guitar notes of "Corona". No, he thought, she must be watching a folk music show. Slowly he opened the door, just to make sure he wasn't hearing what he thought he was. Luckily for him, she had her back to the door and he could see the TV around her. A guy in a "CKY" shirt was trying not to laugh as he walked into a dark room. The camera focused on the blow horn in his hand. He pressed the top and Paul couldn't help but laugh out loud as who he assumed was the guy's parents scrambled to turn on their bedside lamp and figure out what was going on. Quickly, CeeCee turned off the TV and flipped around, a look of fear on her face. The look was soon replaced by confusion.

"Paul?" She asked, adjusting her glasses. "Paul Slater? Why-,"

"Why are you watching Jackass?" He snorted.

"Oh, that…I'm, uh, I'm a closet Johnny Knoxville worshipper." He nodded, forgetting for a moment why he was there. "So why are you here, Paul Slater?"

"Well, it's sort of complicated." He sat down next to her on her cat bedspread. "Can I ask you something?"

"If it's about me doing your homework for you-,"

"No, it's not."

"Or if it's about me messing with your grades when I aid-,"

"No, it's nothing like that."

"Ok. You're safe."

"Are you gay?" She looked away from him, her cheeks gaining some color. "I didn't mean to offend you-,"

"No, it's fine." She paused dramatically. "I – Ok, do you swear you won't laugh at me?" She said quietly.

"Of course." He answered sincerely.

"Well, I'm pretending I like Suze just so I could get to you."

"Wow, that's funny. I'm using Jesse to some day get to you through Suze!"

"So we're both using Suze, huh?" She said.

"So we're both straight, then?" He asked hopefully.

"Yeah. And you like me?"

"And you like me…"

"So…" She trailed off, getting lost in his eyes. "Paul?"

"Hmmm?"

"Kiss me." He leaned in and about a centimeter from her lips he was interrupted by a guy with a blow horn and a camera man. The guy with the horn was laughing. "Man, what the f-,"

Paul sat up quickly in his bed, covered in cold sweat.

"Oh god, CeeCee?" He said aloud to himself. "I'm not into girls, am I? I'm not using Jesse…" He felt strong arms grab him around the waist.

"Paul, what's wrong?" Jesse whispered.

Paul smiled and closed his eyes. "Just a dream…it was just a dream. A nightmare…"

"C'mere." Jesse said and pulled him back down beside him.