Michael sat on the edge of the bed, blowing bubbles through the plastic wand that Rory had gotten both him and Jake to shut them up. Jake however, was scowling in the corner because Michael was paying more attention to the bubbles than him, his bestest friend in like ever, and sat down and glared at Rory, who had a look on his face that was all but too amused at his brother's jealousy.

"I like this a lot Rory, thank you" Michael smiled in content, swirling the bubbles around in the can of cheep liquid and blowing it again. A small, well rounded bubble floated out and drifted across the room over to Jake, who angrily popped it with his fingers.

"You're welcome, I just wish that Jake over there would like it as much as you did. Matter of fact, Jake, give him your bottle, you're not using it" Rory smirked as he said the last part, as a big brother he had to test him to see what he would do. It was something simple as being generous that made Rory happy to be the older brother, because he knew that Jake would've had a field day with him if otherwise.

Jake threw the bottle at Michael's head, but Michael simply moved at the last minute, distratced by another bubble to notice as Rory snorted with laughter and picked up the bottle from behind the bed. " I didn't want it anyways!" Jake pouted, crossing his arms and eyeing Michael, who was now happily blowing through two bubble wands at once.

"Hey, Jake?" Rory smiled.

"What?" Jake snapped, looking at him, frowning.

"It's funny when you're jealous"

"No it's not, cause I'm not jealo…jeanlo…jealous!" Jake stuttered.

"And since you can't pronounce things it's even cuter" Rory walked over and pinched his cheeks," Cause you're such an adorable little brother, yes you are….oh…I could just pinch your cheeks all day" He teased, ruffling his hair as Jake slapped his hands away with great agitation. Michael looked over in interest and laughed as Jake pushed his hair back into place and crossed his arms once more," I am not…cut that out!" He yelled as Rory made baby faces at him.

"I am not jealous of some stuuuupppidddd bubbles cause like, I know…that…uh…umm…." Jake stopped, pissed off, and stuck his thumb into his mouth and murmured the rest, which sent Rory into yet another fit of laughter. Michael finally got off of the bed, happily smiling and bright green eyes warm and handed one can over to Jake and hugged him.

Rory rolled his eyes," You two are so gay" He crossed his arms, which if you hadn't notice, was a trait that Jake picked up from him and frowned, looking at the two of them as Michael smoothed his hair down and took out the wand. Jake reluctantly let go of his best friend, who was just so warm with the fresh fabric softener smell in his clothes and the scent of flowers in his hair, because they tried dying their hair purple to match the power rangers, but instead it came out smelling like flowers and candy, and took the wand from him.

Rory looked between the two of them again.

From Michael.

To Jake.

Michael.

Jake.

Back and forth. Over and over and then something clicked and he had to stiffle a little gasp, because fuck, he should've realized it before since he was right in front of him the whole time. He was sort of disappointed at the revelation, because he had plans of Jake being the biggest pimp of the ladies ever, but at least he had a new way to pick up chicks with Jake.

You know how the girls just love the gays.

Trent sat down inside the chair on the corner of the room and looked at Adrian, who was walking around in a circle, nervous as hell and sweating. He smiled lazily and opened his mouth as Adrian shot him a dirty look and sighed out, " No incest joke for today, thank you" and then continued walking.

"I was going to say that you're cute when you get nervous" Trent sighed out," But whatever, I don't understand what the problem is?"

"The problem is is that…look…you're like freaking…sexy…Trent" Adrian sighed out," And I am mediocre"

"I thought we said no incest jokes for today" Trent laughed as Adrian threw a pillow at him," Adrian, you look fine, stop being nervous. I mean, it's only a date, a date with some annorexic looking white girl. I'd say you should go with Lafanduh, but nooooo you want to go out with little miss I'm a virgin Piper Lewis, but whatever, it's your choice."

"Piper's a good girl" Adrian shrugged, wringing his hands, "I need to stop being nervous!"

"If you have a kid by her can I name her pre-nup?" Trent couldn't help but laugh as Adrian, horrified with what he said, colasped into the bed and burried his face under the pillow. Several murmurs of "Ohhhhmmmmgffffffggaaaazzz" were heard before Trent looked out the window and saw someone skipping across the lawn. " Hey, what is Nate doing here?"

"That kid, the boy that hates me?" Adrian looked up, nervous. " Holy shit, he's trying to beat me up again, isn't he?"

Trent raised his eyebrows, "I'll protect you, I am your big brother"

"By 9 seconds" Adrian rolled his eyes," You're skinner that Piper is!"

Trent looked at his small boyish frame, blonde hair, white shirt and jeans, " But…." He trailed off and then stopped as someone rang the door bell.

"Is mom home?" Adrian asked.

"Working"

"And dad?"

"Dancing" Trent murmured," With Daniella…" He sneered her name.

"You know, while we can go on about how dad is having an affair this probably isn't the time." Adrian sighed, " Besides, mom doesn't know…" The doorbell rang again. Adrian gasped, quietly and looked around, " What should I do?"

"Open the door, dhur" Trent said with a little roll of his fingers.

"And when he beats me up?"

"Um…I'll have the cops on speed dial" Trent shrugged and pushed him out of the room.

Adrian walked down the steps slowly, suddenly it began to rain and he had just sigh, because now he was going to get bloody and wet, but didn't want to run away, because well…he was at his own house. He hugged his sweater close to him, it was a blue one that had a hood attatached to it and stuck on hand in his jeans pocket as he opened the door to see Nate staring at him, wet and angry. "We need to talk" He growled out, fingers curled.

"Hi…Nate…I uh…" Adrian started as Nate yanked him by his shirt and dragged him across the law. From the window Trent watched, dryly amused because he knew what was going to happen, but Adrian needed to find out that lesson by himself. Instead, he turned around and watched a re-run of Three's Company, because hot damn, Chrissy had a bangin' body.

"Nate…I don…" Adrian was having trouble finishing full sentences as Nate stopped, they were outside of the house now fully, it was dark, it was cold, it was raining. He looked at Nate, who was beyond the point of anger and whispered," Well if you're going to hit me--"

"About what happened at the game…"He paused, " I want….you know…to say…that erm…I ughh…fuck…you know, since you were helping me with the whole tutoring thing and all…" He shrugged. "I am never good with talking"

"But you're good with your fist" Adrian murmured as Nate raised his eyebrows. " Shut up, Addy"

"Addy?" Adrian squinted his eyes at the nickname, no one had ever called him that before. Especailly not some enemy that hated the shit out of him. " Well why are you here?"

"I don't know!" Nate snapped," It's just…something about you…it….like freaks me the fuck out." Nate ran a hand through his hair," I was just wandering around…and ….it's not fun beating you up anymore!"

"It wasn't really fun for me either" Adrian asked, hiding his eyes as lightening stuck out in the distance. " Then why are you really here then?"

"I think I just wanted a reason to see you…touch you…" Nate trailed off. " After the games., how I'd always shove you against the walls in the locker rooms…"

"I got so many black eyes…" Adrian trailed off, confused at where the conversation was going," What are you trying to say?"

"You're fucking weird, Adrian Asher, you're really fucking weird…"

Adrian remained silent.

"Something about you gets to me…"

"Gets to you how?"

"I don't know!"

"Shouldn't you know?"

"I guess…" He shrugged," But I don't"

"Can I help you?"

"Why would you be nice to me?"

"Because my mother told me to always take care of others, no matter what they did, who they did, how they did it and when they did it" Adrian shrugged. " It's my unofficial policy"

"I just…" Nate stopped," This is so dumb, why the fuck am I talking to you, some fucking geek, in a fucking rainstorm?"

"I don't know, but I'm cold" Adrian began to pace around," What are you trying to tell me besides the fact that I freak you the fuck out?"

Nate remained silent, "Kid…"

"I'm in the same grade as you, and you call me kid" Adrian frowned.

Nate tried to talk again, but instead he reached out and grabbed him by his sweater again, and picked him up off the floor," I don't like you Asher"

Adrian closed his eyes, trying to breathe, " I…know…" Just as he thought he was going to pass out he felt cold lips press against his cheeks, mixed with rain. It almost felt like he was melting, which was odd, but he didn't want to let go, for whatever reason, - he had a date due in 5 minutes actually- and decided to just lean into it. He blinked his eyes, realized it was Nate and had a blank look on his face," You don't like me?"

"No" He said, still holding him and not letting go. " Not at all."

"Okay" Adrian trailed off, it was so fucking...awkward, he had never had anything like that before.

" Can you kiss me again then?" Adrian asked shyly.

Nate thought for a second before he blinked some rain out of his face and nodded," I guess so"

Trent watched from the window, pissed that he missed the first kiss but damn, John Ritter had a bangin' body. And a rockin' ass. But like he knew before, and always would know, Nate always had a taste for a little Adrian Asher.

Spinner chewed with his mouth open.

Marco sat by his computer and frowned at him as Spinner finally swallowed whatever he had been chewing and clapped his hands together, " People publishing is the shit, you know, I read this other story, called Sharpened Art Pencils. It's about this boy…named Kyan, and this dude named Mark and yeah…it's really cool"

"Wouldn't that be slash?" Marco asked and laughed " Hahaha, you like slash, Oh My God…how homo!"

"It's not slash! There was no slash warnings or anything!" Spinner defended himself," I can't believe we're all moving away though…"

" Dude" Jimmy wheeled around the corner," Tilly is adorable"

"Yeah…" Marco nodded," She is" He looked at he computer, the only thing that wasn't packed up as Spinner rambled, " I do not like slash!"

"Yes you do" Jimmy smirked, " You like all that shit, don't you. Let's see…um….Sharpened Art Pencils, An Artful Edit, umm….Winter's Whisper? What the fuck kind of fluff is that? Pink Colored Glasses? I even heard about some thing called Shimark with Mark and Shimmer from that damn Fat Assy show"

"It's pronounced FaTassy" Spinner corrected. "And Shimark is the shit"

"It's slash" Jimmy pointed out.

"No it's not." Marco pointed out.

"Thank you"

"It's smut and slash" He finished as he tapped another box up.

"You know, we won't be that far from each other, with you two going to NYU" Marco stated sadly. " I'll be a shot away from you…"

"And if you leave here, you'll leave me broken shattered a lie…"

"I'm just a cross hair, I'm shot, then we can die…" Jimmy stopped singing along with Marco and Spinner," You guys have turned me white. I need to get some black friends. And get crunk. Yeaaaaahhhh"

"Go get some rims on those wheels then, or some Spinners…tippin' on fo' fos'" Marco nodded," See, I'm black"

"Franz Ferdinand is white crunk, Kanye has said so himself." He nodded," So there"

"I'm going to miss this" Marco sighed," All of us, being idiots. And Craig…oh Craig…"

Spinner stared at him as Jimmy wondered if he could get some gold plates in his teeth, " Where is Craigy anyways?"

"Britian, he went to go write for NME magazine." Marco shrugged. " He said something about following Brandon Flowers around and getting some fashion tips, but I think that he just wants to whore himself out so that way he can get onto an indie record label and become famous"

"Well, me and Jimmy have a present for you, before you go, pack up everything and forget us. Turn on the computer" Spinner nodded as Marco turned around and flicked the switch on.

"Press the button" Jimmy pointed on the screen to the red button in the corner. Marco clicked it, waited a few minutes and then screamed in pure joy when he recognized the Eyebrows of Sex And Slashy Goodness.

"When I woke up tonight I said I…."

The "Do You Want To" video played in perfection in his computer screen and Marco stared through the whole thing in happiness. " I can't believe it…how…I…Alex!" Marco blushed insanely.

"It's a long story" Spinner sighed.

"We have connections" Jimmy added.

Marco hugged them happily, it'd be the last night he was in the house.

And pouted," This is it?"

Brain looked at Pete," This is it?"

Pete looked at Ryan." Is this it?"

Marco shook his head as Ryan sighed," This isn't it"

Marco glared at all of them," This isn't it"

They were all sitting down at Brain's house, one last sleep over, one last time together. They had played every game they loved, eaten every foods they could and sang every song until they were gasping for air. And now it was just pretty empty now, and awkward. They were all going separate ways.

Pete's airplane was in the morning,

Marco was leaving on Saturday, which was the day after tomorrow.

Ryan was leaving Saturday night.

"I'm not going to college" Andy finally stated, breaking the silence," It wouldn't feel right, high school was hard enough"

Brian snorted," What are you going to do then?"

"Stay with Mrs. Del Rossi, help out with the kids, they love me. Incept for Lizzy, no offence Rye, she's a bitch" Andy stated quietly. " How's Michael?"

"He's okay, being all boy love with Robert, so we're leaving them alone" Ryan answered, looking at the empty pizza box in the corner.

"Hey, you guys?" Brian asked quietly. " This isn't it is it? This isn't our last night? Is it?"

They all remained quiet.