Disclaimer: Hi!!! It's me!!!!! Okay, okay, when you read this chapter, you might realize that things seem to be a little...............graphic. I swear, it won't be that bad!!!! One more thing, Storm is not going to get pregnant!!! It seems everytime someone sleeps with a Cobra, they get pregnant! Not that I can say anything, because I've written a fic like that too! This one's just a little different. Please, please, don't freak out at the sex part!!Like I said, it won't go into any deatail, but it is in there. That's basically what this chapter is about. I wouldn't put it in if I didn't think my readers were old enough to handle it..................God, I sound like a parent! Shoot me!!!

"I know a song that get's on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves. i know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, and this is how it goes! Verse One: I know a song that gets on everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves, everybody's nerves. I know a song that gets on everybody's-"

"Shut up, Vern!" Billy and I shouted. Vern had been singing that stupid song for the past thirty minutes. Billy and I were sitting in the kitchen, by the phone. We were both waiting for phone calls, I was waiting for Eyeball, and Billy was waiting for Val. It was a Friday morning in late November. School had been canceled that day, thanks to snow. The phone rang, and Billy and I both lunged for it. "I'll get it!!"

I reached the phone first. Smirking at Billy, I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Hey Storm, what's up?" It wasa Eyeball. I stuck my tongue out at Billy, and signaled for him to leave the kitchen. He gave me the finger as he slouched into the living room, where Vern was still singing.

"Hey, Eyeball. Nothing's up. I'm just being bored, and listen to Vern sing, and Billy complain." I said, hopping up on the kitchen counter. Eyeball laughed.

"Sounds like fun."

I sighed. "Pant loads."

"So......wanna come over?" Eyeball asked me. I weighed this in my mind. It had to be better than hanging out here, listening to Tweedle- Dee and Tweedle-Dum.

"Alright then." I told him. "I'll walk over in a few minutes."

"Walk! Storm, it's freezing out!!! There's six inches of snow on the ground! I'll come and get you."

"With the way you drive? You'll have a wreck before you leave the drive way!! I'll walk!" I leaned my head on one of the cabinets. "Besides, I like the snow. It's new to me."

I could practically see him rolling his eyes. "Fine. But if you get sick, don't blame me!"

I giggled. "Yes Mom."

"Ha-Ha. Remind me to laugh at that in ten minutes."

"I will if I'm there." I told him, giggling again.

We hung up soon after that. I headed up stair and changed out of my flannel pajamas. I pulled on a pair of dark blue jeans, and dug through my closet for my favorite yellow sweater. "Has anyone seen my yellow sweater?!" I yelled at the top of my lungs.

"No!" Vern yelled back in a high pitched, girly voice.

"Shut up, jack-off!"

I finally found my sweater. It was under my bed. Don't ask me how it got there. I pulled the sweater over my head, and ran a brush through my hair. I dug around the junk on my floor, trying to locate my black boots. I found them in Vern's room. Once again, don't ask me. Walking down the stairs, I could see Billy on the phone, and Vern was still humming that stupid song.

"Going to Eyeball's!!" I called, pulling my coat and gloves on.

I walked out into the snowy weather. I love winter time. The snow was swirling heavly, and the ground was already covered. I squinted as I headed towards the sidewalk. I walked quickly to the Chambers' house, my head down. My hair fell in my face, and I wished I had brought my sockcap. After what felt like five hours, even though it was probably only about ten minutes, I reached his house.

"Told you, didn't I?" Eyeball said, as he let me in. I glared at him.

"Just shut up and get me warm." I replied, pulling my coat off. He grinned, putting his arms around me.

"Okay, if you insist..............."

"Oh, I'm so cold." I snuggled my head against his chest. He pulled me closer. "That's much better."

"Good." He mumured into my hair. "Uck, your hair's all wet!"

"I just walked seven blocks in the snow, Richard. What'd you expect?" I told him. I noticed that the house was unually quiet. "Where is everyone?"

We walked into the living room, and sat on the couch.

"Well, Chris is at Gordie's, Mom and the little kids are visiting my Aunt Beverly, and I have no idea where my Dad is. He's been gone for nearly three days. Good riddence." He muttered. I smiled reasurringly, and patted his arm.

"So, what do you wanna do today?" I asked, laying back on the couch, and kicking my boots off. He smiled down at me, and I reconized that look in his eyes. 'Oh God,' I thought. 'Not again.'

"Well, I was hoping," I closed my eyes, knowing what he was going to say. "That we could play cards."

I opened one eye slowly. That wasn't what I was expecting at all. "Cards?" Eyeball held up a deck of cards.

"Yeah. You know how to play Double Solitare?" He asked. I nodded, speechless.

We actually did play Double Solitare, for well over an hour. "Ha-Ha! I beat you again!" I said, grinning.

"Why didn't you tell me you was so good?" He grumbled. I giggled.

"Sorry! I've only played, like, twice. Vern taught me how." I replied. Eyeball rolled his eyes.(No pun intended!)

"Well, that makes sense. Vern has no life." He said. I don't know why, but that offended me a little bit.

"Well, he's only thirteen!"

"Chris is thirteen too, but he still has a girlfriend and stuff." Eyeball grinned. "You sure look cute when you get mad."

"I'm not mad. I'm just don't like it because everybody picks on Vern. I know he's not the brightest marker in the box, but still." I decided maybe I should change the subject. "So Chris has a girlfriend? Who?"

"I don't know. Her name's Lisa or Leslie, or something. She was over here the other day."

"Is she pretty?" I asked.

Eyeball shrugged his shoulders. "For a thriteen year old girl, I guess. She has blonde hair. Or brown. I can't remember."

"You're real observent, sweetie."

"I love it when you call me sweetie." He said, kissing me deeply. I leaned back on the couch, Eyeball leaning with me. He was practically on top of me. "You know, I really love you alot."

I sat up quickly, knocking him off me. "What?!" I didn't mean too knock him off, but what he said had surprised me. I wasn't expecting that.

Eyeball's face reddend. "I-I said 'I really like you alot.'"

"Oh." I maybe be a little dumb, but I know he didn't say 'like'. He kissed me again, and I wrapped my arms around him. After about ten minutes of this, Eyeball pulled away.

"Do you wanna go upstairs?" He whispered. I nodded. He picked me up and carried me too his room.We lay down on his bed, and he slowly pulled my shirt up over my head. "Storm, you're so beautiful. As beautiful as any girl I've ever seen."

I quickly discovered that words could dazzle like jewels.They went in my ears and traveled to my brain, but they kept on going, straight to my heart. They nugded the woman in me, and I suddenly longed for him in ways I'd only felt in my most private dreams. I felt his leg between mine, and I pressed myself against him eagerly. We writhed, kissed, drank at each others lips. I was in such a daze, that I vaguely felt him undo the button on my jeans. Before I could stop him, his hand was inside, and he found my most private place. I didn't turn away. His excitement grew rapidly, and his breathing came fast. I began to feel my first twinge of fear.

"Eyeball, I've never done this before!"

"I know," He whispered in my ear. "But I've never wanted it more with anyone. I love you, Storm. I love you more than anything."

"I love you, too." I whispered. And I knew it was true. I did love him.

I didn't say anything else. It wasn't exactly perfect, my first time with him. What I mean is, it wasn't like it is in books and movies. No harp music, no fireworks. Just us. But, it was with someone I loved, and that's what counts. After it was over, we lay there together under his blankets.

"How many girls have you been with?" I asked.

"Say what?"

"How many girls have you been with?"

Eyeball shrugged. "A few. But none of them mean to me what you do. Does that make any sense?"

I smiled. "It makes perfect sense. So, how many is a few?"

"You're not gonna give this up, are you?"

"No."

He sighed. "I'll tell you, but don't tell anyone else, especially not Billy. Promise?"

"Cross my heart, hope to die, stick a dirty needle in my eye."

"Okay. Two. Two girls, that's it. Well, I guess it would be three now."

I grinned. "You're movin' up the corporate ladder, baby."

Eyeball rolled his eyes. "Shut up."

"Hey! Is that any way to talk to the girl you love?" I asked.

Before he got a chance to answer, the front door slammed. Eyeball practically jumped out of his skin. "Oh shit! I hope that's not my Dad."

The two of us dressed quickly, and I tried to flatten my messy hair. We headed down stairs quietly. It wasn't Mr. Chambers, just Chris and Gordie.

"Hey guys." Chris said, glancing knowingly at Gordie. "Have fun?"

"Shut the fuck up." Eyeball told him. Chris held up his hands.

"I didn't mean anything by it, Rich. Jeezum, lighten up." He said. I could see Gordie was trying not to break into laughter.

"You guys wont's say anything about this, will you?" They both shook their heads. I turned to Eyeball. "That reminds me. If you saying anything this to the Cobra's, I swear I'll tell the entire town how many girls you've really slept with." I paused. "Then I'll castrate you, with a very blunt knife."

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything. I wasn't going to anyway. Billy'd kill me." He grinned. "I ruined his pure, innocent cousin."

"Okay." Gordie said. "That was an overshare. Let's go upstairs Chris, before that start going at it on the kitchen table."

Eyeball and I looked at each other and started laughing. Chris just shook his head.

"You guys are insane."