"Remember when you said you used to want to be a professional gymnast when we were small," Paul asked Jenny. The two were watching movies, sprawled on her living room floor.

Jenny nodded, "I still do."

"For real," Paul asked, in surprised. "That's cool."

"I remember when you wanted to be an acrobat." Jenny smiled.

"I still do," he smirked. "Not like, full-part like a loser. But, you know, it'd be fun."

"You kids hungry," her mom asked while setting down a platter of chips.

"Nope," Jenny replied quickly. Paul and her mom looked at her. "I-I just ate."

"OK… Well I just put them there if you get hungry later on. I don't want you to staying up too late watching these movies. We have to fix Lola's room tomorrow. And, oh, later Jenny- Pete's coming over."

Her eyes shot up, " WHAT, WHY?!"

"I thought you were friends," her mom explained. "And plus, his mom is working late. She doesn't want him to be alone, he might get himself into trouble. He could meet Paul."

"Who's Pete," Paul asked.

"Shut up," Jenny snapped. Paul turned back to the TV, he didn't take her comment offensively. It was just the way they spoke to each other.

"Jenny!"

"Sorry mom."

"Well, if he rings the doorbell, open it ok?"

"OK."

"Ma, I HAVE to stay at their house," Pete complained. "I'm fifteen! I think I can handle myself."

"Well, from you showed me, you obviously can't handle yourself." Michelle retorted. "And plus, I don't want you inviting those friends of yours and ruin my house. There's another boy at their house, one of Jenny's old friends. You can make friends with him.

"I don't WANT to make friends with him," Pete screamed.

"Pete, stop acting like a two year old!"

"I'm not going to their house," he said defiantly.

"Oh yes you are," Michelle nodded. "Cause if you don't your dirt bike, remember that? I will send it to the dump."

He stomped his feet walking up the stairs and slammed the bedroom door as hard as he could before screaming like a maniac.

"Keep screaming! Because you're still going to stay at their house!"

"Why won't you die," Paul asked Pete. The two were playing PS2 on Jenny's living room floor while she was on the couch watching them play, obviously bored. Pete was having fun after all.

"Looks like you three are getting along fine," Jenny's dad said before going up the stairs.

"Jenny I'm hungry," Paul said, standing up, after he won the game.

She looked up at him, "So? What would you like me to do about it? The fridge is in the kitchen, unless yours is somewhere else…"

"I was just saying. Dang, it's kind of rude to look in other people's fridges."

"Yeah well I'm giving you permission. Go… eat…."

"Thanks!" Paul left and Pete trailed closely behind him. "Wow ice cream. Jen, you hungry!?" They heard her yell back a 'no' so they helped themselves. "So Pete, what's the deal with you two? You know, you and Jen? You guys in a fight or something?"

Pete nodded, "Or something."

"What happened?"

"Well," Pete sighed, it was going to take a while explaining all the drama that's been happening.

After a couple of minutes all that Paul was able to say was, "Wow."

"Yeah I know," Pete nodded.

"So you liked her, eh?" Paul grinned.

"Yeah. It's not like I stopped liking her, per say, it's that-"

"The fight thing?"

"Exactly," Pete said. "So how do you know her?"

"We grew up together. My parents and her parents were pretty close, so it wasn't a surprise that me and Jen grew up to be the same way."

"You two going out?" Pete asked while they were moving back into the living room.

Paul laughed, "Nah. We know to much about each other to be together. I wouldn't have it any other way. You could have her. But if you hurt her again, I will hurt you."

Pete swallowed. "I got you."

"What were you talking about," Jenny asked as she saw them going back into their seating positions. "I heard my name."

"SH," Paul hissed.

"You shut up, loser," she replied.

"You going to our school," Pete asked, eating a spoon full of ice cream.

"Yup," Paul nodded. "Who do you hang out with?"

"Trust me Paul, you do not want to hang out with his friends," Jenny muttered under her breath.

Paul looked from Pete to Jenny, they were glaring at each other. "Um, so Pete, your mom's a police officer?"

"Yeah, she's at work right now."

"That's straight," Paul nodded, "What does your dad do?"

Pete was quiet for a moment. "My dad was… he ran out on me and my moms when I was seven. He was an asshole."

Paul grimaced. "I'm sorry."

"You know what they say," Jenny said out loud before thinking, "Like father like son."

"JEN!" Paul yelled.

She put her hands over her mouth, but Pete was already heading out the door.

Author's Note: I know, 'smack Jenny'. LOL. Well that's all for now, review!