Author's Note: I'm back. Oh, and no he wasn't yelled at for getting drunk just for drinking. Sorry for not clearing that up. ) I need ideas with this story... if anyone could help – just review. Thanks.

Chris walked into the house and saw Michelle sitting on the kitchen table. He moved over to the refrigerator and pulled out a cold drink. "What's up?"

She sighed. "Pete is moving to the dark side, again. He came home and he smelt like beer and cigarettes I flipped out on him! I don't know what's going on with him. But whatever it is, I want it to stop."

"Want me to talk to him," Chris asked.

Michelle nodded, "Yeah, but I don't know if he'll listen to you."

Chris took a frying pan from the cabinet, "Oh he'll listen!"

Michelle's eyes widened, "CHRIS!"

He laughed and set the pan down, "I was just joking."

When Chris walked into Pete's room he saw Pete sitting on the bed reading comic books. "I heard you and my ma talking downstairs. We should really get some insulation up in here."

"So what is all this about you drinking and smoking?"

Pete sighed. "Don't worry about it."

"Don't worry about it," Chris asked. "Don't worry about it?! I don't want to see you wasting your time with those kids. You think your cool doing the stuff you're doing? Well you're wrong. If anything you'll seem dumb. If your dad was here-"

"Yeah, well he's not, he left a long time ago. OK I know that doing that stuff is bad. But you don't understand the situation I'm in."

"You're only fourteen."

"Fifteen," Pete corrected.

"You're a wise ass you know," Chris asked.

"Takes on to know one," Pete looked up at his uncle with a smile on his face. It didn't take long till one was on Chris' face as well.

"Just don't do anything bad, ok?"

"Alright," Pete nodded.

"And if you do," Chris threatened, "I'll make sure the frying pan is used. Got it?"

"Got it," Pete smiled. "So, we goin' to have fun playin' with my ma?"

"Always," Chris nodded. He started yelling, "NO, I DON"T WANT ANY, YOU DUMBASS!"

"WHY DON"T YOU JUST LEAVE YOU FUCKING GIANT?!"

Michelle shook her head. Little did she know, the two were really trying to hold in their laughs.

"Well, I'm gonna change," Chris said getting up.

"You should," Pete said, "You smelly, smelly, man." Chris ignored him.

"What was up with all the yelling in your house yesterday," Jenny asked as they were walking to school.

"Me and my uncle like making my mom think that we're pissed off at each other," Pete smiled, "It's great. So you hanging out with me today?"

"No."

"Why not," he asked. "You have people to hang out with already?"

"Surprisingly, yes," she replied. "This being social thing is easy. So, the people you hang out with... how did you meet them?"

"We've always been friends," Pete recalled. "Ever since elementary school, I guess."

"So how'd you get into... smoking and shit?"

Pete was quiet for a second, "I don't know, I guess we just thought it was cool or whatever."

"Then why do you still do it?"

"It's hard," Pete said. He saw she was about to open her mouth again, "You ask a lot of questions, huh?"

"I want to have some fun around this place. It's so boring."

"How random was that?"

"Shut up," she smiled. "boyfriend."

"You're doing good so far, Jenny," Alexis said. She was watching Jenny on the balance beam. She was practicing her back handsprings and was landing each one perfectly. She then did a series of back saltos. Out of the corner of her eye she saw someone familiar. She squinted and saw the person to make sure she was seeing clearly – BRIANNA?!

She lost concentration and fell.

"Alright, Jenny," Alexis said, "I think that's enough practice for today. You did good."

Good?!

"Jenny," Brianna said moving over to her. She plastered a fake smile onto her face. "I didn't know you came here."

"I should say the same for you..."

"Well, I guess I'll be seeing you around," Brianna smirked. She started to leave, 'accidentally' bumping into Jenny's shoulder.

After Jenny finished changing, she saw Pete.

"JENNY!"

"What's up," she asked. "Where's my dad? What're you doing here?"

"I asked to pick you up," he smiled.

"I'd be happy... if we didn't have to walk."

"Who said we had to walk," he grabbed her duffel bag and moved over to his motorcycle. He stuck the bag under the seat and handed her a helmet. "You wanted some fun, right?"

She smiled, "Right."

Author's Note: Well that's all you crazy MOFOS. I'm joking I appreciate all your reviews. Thanks and keep them coming.