Okay, this chapter is really ironic... And it's odd. Can't say it's ever happened to me. But, anyways, I don't own Recess.

Anyhow, after I finish posting these chapters, and trust me, I'm tempted to dump 'em all down in one day, and maybe if I do some stuff in Passage, I might do another Recess fic, you see? Anyways (man, I use that word a lot, don't I?), I was wondering what you'd think about that, and so, I have a little sneak-peek excerpt from it in the following mini-section in the italics, and then the actual chapter of this story. So, feel free to tell me what you think about it...

"Never call me Ashley," She hissed.

T.J. shot her a look.

"Why not?" He cried mockingly.

Her eyes became narrow slits, her tone menacing.

"Because I don't want to have the same name as your slut of a wife, that's why," Spinelli scorned.

Okay, now that that excerpt's over with, then on with this tale of intrigue...

See, when I got home, I thought I was home free. I mean, I was home, wasn't I? But I was wrong.

Very wrong.

T.J. followed me home. I was trying to get to sleep when I hear this stupid pinging noise on my window. And then my window shatters. Somehow my parents, being the CIA agents that they are, don't happen to notice this. I'm snapped out of my semi-slumber by a large rock hitting me square in the forehead.

I, being extremely worn out and wanting to sleep, chuck the rock back out my broken window, where it lands on the head of a certain idiot who's named after a certain president with a large, satisfying cry of pain. Still, my parents don't notice this.

I suppose that a rock in the forehead, pinging sounds, shower of glass, and a howl of pain are enough to make me give up on sleep, and so I get out of bed, barely avoiding the glass. And, as I gaze out of my busted-up window, I see... T.J., climbing on my roof!

I scream, naturally, but he doesn't fall off like I hoped he would, and my parents STILL don't notice. As a matter of fact, no one notices. I could be being raped here, and no one would notice, or try and help. Bums, the lot of 'em.

Somehow, Teej makes it up to my window and jumps inside, shaking my room and the floor the way things do in houses as old as mine. Somehow, my parents still don't notice. What, are they wearing earplugs or something? Seriously.

He, however, lands on some glass, to my approval, and he cries out in pain once more. And guess what? My parents are still clueless and/or asleep. Idiots!

"Hi."

I kick him in the chest, well; I was aiming for the chest, but shot a little low. Okay, I wasn't aiming for the chest. He's screeching again and no one pays attention. Ugh. This is so annoying!

"T.J., what on Earth are you doing in MY room? I didn't say you could be in my room. I don't want you here, period!" I screeched.

And still no one notices. Is everyone in the neighborhood deaf or something? However, by now, I had figured out that we could probably go through nuclear holocaust, and no one would notice, we'd just all be dead.

T.J. shushes me and I feel the urge to shush him in the way that only a swift kick to the nuts can. Okay, yeah, yeah, that would only make him yowl. Whatever.

"Look, I'm sorry. Ashley brings out the worst in me." He explains, as if this is an actual explanation.

It is true though. That girl brings out the worst in everyone. She only serves to amplify rage.

"That's no excuse," I snap, arms crossed over my chest protectively.

I swear, I can feel him undressing me with his eyes. Ick. Pig. Why can't Dad wake up now? T.J., however, is nodding, an admission that he is wrong. Which is rather new, to tell the truth.

"I know. Look, I just jumped to conclusions and got a little crazy and I know that I shouldn't have done that, but I did, and I'm really sorry that I've been such a jackass to you since, well, forever," Teej apologizes.

So, this is what it feels like to be speechless. Wow. Am I hallucinating or is this actually happening? I think it is. Oh. This is strange.

I mean, reconciliation on his side? Wow. I never thought that it could happen. Wow. Did he call himself a jackass? I think he did. Wow. I mean, it's just so surreal. It's so...Wow.

Is wow the only word I can say anymore? There must be another word to express shock, being stunned, and astonishment. Right? Yeah.

Whoa. Holy Crap. Darn, those are the only ones I can think of. Oh well.

He apologized. I seriously can't believe this. It's mind-bending, it really is. Really.

Being lost in my own thoughts here, I'm very alarmed when I focus on my surroundings and notice that he's two inches away from my face. It's rather funny that I can make-out with him for hours on end, but when he actually tries to kiss me, I'm all panicky.

I guess I'm so freaked because he actually wants to kiss me and he's become a person to me, not just an object, or whatever.

Unfortunately, this is serving to remind me of those two past moments and I'm pretty sure that this is gonna be a third. Ew.

And next thing I know, he's kissing me. Which is just, whoa, totally out of left field. Well, not totally, but whatever. Wait, why am I not doing anything to stop this? Can't let him think something wrong, right?

So, naturally, I push him out of my door, forgetting momentarily that it leads directly to the stairs. And he's rolling and rolling and rolling. It's like watching a dryer or a washer in a Laundromat. I hear an ouch or an ow about every second, loud and clear, and still, my parents don't notice.

It's then that I notice that it's raining really bad outside. You know, thunder, lightning, pouring rain, gale force wind, the works. And are my parents awake? No. Still not awake! Argh!

And now something is in my nose. I'm gonna sneeze. Great.

"Achoo!"

My sneeze isn't even that loud, yet somehow it manages, after all this time, to wake up the folks...

"Ashley! What was that?" Mom hollers.

I bound down the stairs. If she sees T.J., she'll make him stay. And Joey's crashed on the couch, and we don't have a guest room. Anyways, but there's Mom, Dad right behind her. She's wearing this hideous hot pink robe and leopard print sneakers. And Dad, well, his robe is a little TOO revealing. Ugh.

I smile nervously, sort of standing in front of T.J.'s prone body. Of course, they can both see him, but they're pretending they can't. Really sweet of them.

"I sneezed."

They nodded in an oh duh sort of manner.

"How is it that I can sneeze and you wake up, but cries of pain, screams, pouring rain, thunder, lightning, glass breaking, rocks hitting my window, a person landing in our house, and someone rolling down the stairs you're all impervious to?" I questioned, somewhat annoyed.

Mom fixes me with a glare and walks behind me.

"Honey, is that T.J.?" She asks, voice intentionally full of worry and concern.

I shrugged.

"And your point is?" I retort.

Mom scowls and it looks as if she is about to say something when Dad interrupts her.

"What was that Detweiler boy doing in the house, Ashley?" He says in a threatening tone.

I flash back to my conversation with Ashley A. and flinch at the thought.

"He broke into my room," I mutter, polishing my nails on my black t-shirt.

Dad's eyes widen a lot and I roll my eyes. He always assumes the worst. If it were up to him, I wouldn't have EVER had a boyfriend. At least he understands that Teej's my enemy. Mom still has not grasped that fact. Not that she grasps a lot of facts, but, c'mon, it's been like six years.

"Dad, chill out, okay? Nothing happened." I say, glancing over at Mom, who's smacking him across the face in an insane attempt to wake him up.

Somehow, the pain does the trick and he's up in a flash, eyes automatically turning to me. Just what I need, another one of those moments. Been there, done that, didn't like the trip. Mom shoots me a glare.

"Ashley, how could you let this happen to him?" Mom gaped, holding his face like an aunt would.

"He had it coming, Mom," I snap, turning away from all of them.

Mom's about to say something but T.J. waves her off. Wonder what he's going to say.

"No, Mrs. S, she's right. I broke in, I deserved it," He mutters, holding his lumpy head.

Wow. I didn't know that our stairs were so pointy. Wait, he did just say that I was right, didn't he? Weird. That's the second... Or is it the third? Time he's surprised me tonight... Odd.

He turns to go home, but of course, things just aren't that easy anymore, now are they? Of course not. So Mom, being the genius that she is, forces T.J. to stay. Of course, she forgets that my brother's crashed on the couch and we have no guest room, as I mentioned previously. And her bed has no room, so that leaves my bed. Joy.

Which, you know, I kind of need to sleep in. But, of course, poor little T.J. can't go home in such a terrible condition. So he's going to stay here. Do I have to fend for myself? This has got to be one of the only times when I don't want to fend for myself. Seriously.

Well, I guess I can only say one thing. This is going to be one VERY long night.

- Loren ;

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