"Gracie," Ashley opened the door to the bedroom, making the teen look up. "Ben's in the living room."

"I'll be right out." she said, dropping the notebook in her hand. She quickly jumped off her bed, then headed out of room and down the hallway to the living room. Ben was standing by a coffee table, eying a picture when Gracie entered the room. He turned, hearing her come in and smiled.

"Hey."

"Hi. I... I didn't know you were coming over."

"I actually didn't know I was either. I didn't know if you were back or not."

"We got home last night." Gracie explained. "Are we... practicing lines or something?"

"If you want."

"I'll be right back."

"Take your time."

Gracie gave Ben a dopey smile and headed back to her bedroom to grab her script off her desk. She came back into the living room and sat down on the couch, then patted the cushion next to her. Ben smiled slightly and sat down, leaning back into the couch.

"Where do you want to start?" he asked.

"Anywhere you want."

"We should probably do a scene where we're together."

"Definitely." Gracie nodded. "Why don't we start from our first scene together and go through them all?"

"That's fine." Ben pulled his backpack over to him and pulled his script out of it. They went through their first scene together and paused at a line. "We should probably practice that kiss."

"We probably should."

Ben grinned and tossed the script aside and moved closer to Gracie. Her script dropped out of her hands as Ben kissed her. They pulled away slightly, then Gracie leaned in for another kiss, wrapping her arms around Ben's neck. Ashley made a face in the doorway and disappeared from it, leaning against the wall in the hallway. About fifteen minutes later, a very annoyed Sam entered the Residence, pissed off about a few things. He passed the living room, muttering a hello to Ashley and briefly glanced into the room. Things had gotten slightly intense between the two teens and Gracie had pushed Ben onto his back so she was laying on top of him. They were still kissing, practicing for their play totally forgotten. Sam frowned and leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest. He glanced at his watch a few minutes later, wondering when one of them was going to come up for air when Ainsley walked in. Her eyes widened slightly and she glanced at Sam, who was just staring at the kids. Finally, Gracie pulled away from Ben, a happy look on her face. She looked up and paled, seeing her parents in the doorway.

"We were... you know, practicing for the play. We have a... few kisses in it."

"When I read Romeo and Juliet in school, I never read anything about them trying to take each other's cloths off." Sam said casually. Gracie frowned then glanced down, seeing the first three buttons of her shirt undone. She turned a deep red and swung her leg over Ben so both of her feet were on the carpet. He quickly sat up and gave the Seaborns a sheepish grin.

"Hi." he gave a meek wave, not liking the look Sam was giving him at all. "Uh... I'm... I... I'm gonna go now."

"That would be a good idea." Sam agreed.

"I'll see you at school tomorrow." Gracie said as Ben picked his things up.

"Yeah." he walked towards the door and Ainsley moved out of the way but Sam didn't. Ben tried to walk past him but Sam grabbed his shirt, making the boy look up.

"You plan on touching my daughter like that again, you better come back here with an engagement ring."

"Yes Mr. President," Ben stammered, then practically ran down the hall. Sam gave Gracie a glare and walked out of the room, mumbling something about horny teenagers.

-----------------------TWW-----------------

"You're telling me when you were fifteen you didn't make out on your parents' couch?"

"I didn't even know what making out was when I was fifteen."

"Oh yeah right. You probably had a secret stash of Playboys under your bed."

"I was never like that."

"I don't believe that." Ainsley said, flipping through the TV channels. She stopped on Titanic, making Sam roll his eyes. The stupid thing always seemed to be on and Ainsley always seemed to watch it. She said it was romantic, something Sam should try being once in a while.

"I will shoot that TV if you don't turn it off."

"I don't care. You're the one that'll be complaining that you have no place to watch Monday Night Football."

"If we could get back to your daughter,"

"She's your daughter too."

"Not when she acts like that."

Ainsley shook her head and shut the TV off, not really in the mood for melodrama. Besides, she had her own whiny rich boy sitting right next to her.

"He was undressing her."

"You undress me all the time."

"That's different!"

"No it's not." Ainsley said calmly. "And please don't shout in my ear."

"There is a very big difference between it."

"Like what?"

"Like how I'm 48 and he's 18. And you're 43 and she's 15."

"They love each other."

"They don't know what love is!" Sam exploded. "They're horny and want sex! They think getting all hot and bothered over someone is love."

"Hot and bothered?" Ainsley stared at Sam humorously.

"You know what I mean!"

"No. I don't. Could you expand on that?"

"Shut up." Sam leaned back against the headboard, sulking as he stared straight ahead.

"Honey,"

"I'm not talking to you."

"Stop being a baby. I agree with you."

"Ainsley, what the hell! Oh you know, I don't even care. You always... ugh, go away!"

"Where am I going to go?"

"I don't know! There's like a million other rooms. You're being mean."

"You're such a whiner. You know that? You've gotten more whiny over the years."

"I don't whine." Sam whined.

"See, you just did." Ainsley laughed. "I will talk to her in the morning."

"I'm sending her off to a convent in the morning."

"I think you scared Ben today."

"Good. I hope he doesn't come back." Sam leaned over and shut the light off, then laid down. He was silent for about ten minutes before he suddenly said, "And why didn't Ashley do anything?"

"What was she going to do?" Ainsley asked.

"I don't know. Put a few rounds in him. You know, he's of legal age now. I can beat him up."

"Sam, no offense but I think he'd probably beat you. And I don't really think the public would appreciate you abusing children."

"He's not a child. He's eighteen. Hey, isn't that like... statutory rape? Seeing as she's under the legal age?"

"You're telling me to go away? I'm ready to throw you out of this room."

"We could press charges."

"Take your pillow and leave."

"Are you serious?"

"Yes. Now you're just being ridiculous."

"Am I?" Sam asked.

"Yes. Now go to sleep." Ainsley moved closer to him and wrapped an arm around his chest.

"How old were you?"

"What?"

"How old were you?"

"What are you talking about?"

"When you, you know... lost your virginity."

"Why?"

"I'm just wondering you know, since they always that daughters are like their mothers."

"Twenty seven and you're the only one I've ever been with,"

"You're so full of shit."

"Yeah I am." Ainsley grinned. "I was seventeen. It was the night of my senior prom."

"You slept with him?"

Ainsley didn't need to ask who 'him' was.

"No."

"What?"

"I never slept with Ryan."

"Then how..."

"He was in California looking at colleges the day of our senior prom. By then I wasn't interested in Ryan anyway and Dan Norton asked to take me to the prom. I agreed since I had a crush on him and after the prom we got a hotel room and you know, had sex. Ryan never knew this of course. He came back a couple of days later, apologized that I had to stay home on prom night, and it was never brought up again. But that was the only time that I ever cheated on a guy I had been with. I was just so sick of Ryan. I only stayed with him until graduation because of my mother."

"Oh."

"Yeah. What about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"How old were you?"

"Oh. Uh..." Sam thought for a minute, "I was nineteen. I got drunk at a party in college one night

and I woke up with my roommate's girlfriend in my bed."

"Guess you guys weren't roommates anymore." Ainsley smirked. Sam laughed and shook his head.

"No we weren't."

"What was going on today?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Today. Any time I'd see you, you were angry about something."

"It was just a bad day."

"Sam, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. It's just been a tough week and I come back here and a few things annoyed me."