A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for not updating…it's been over a month I think, sorry. My main priority is my other story, Hard to Say Important Things. I started that one first, and I think my writing skills have been best displayed in that story. But I don't want to leave this one hanging, so enjoy! Oh, and sorry if Teddy truly offends anyone (girls!), but it's always how I pictured Mr. Duchamp: hormones running EVERYWHERE!

Disclaimer: Not mine, just Andy and Jane and the situations that aren't in the movie.

The group of five reached the junk yard about an hour and half after Chris's miraculous save. They stood outside the junkyard fence, searching on the other side for Milo Pressman and his dog Chopper. Andy had heard some nasty and rather shocking rumors about the man and his faithful companion, the worst one being that Chopper was trained to sic certain parts of the human anatomy. Andy smiled devilishly at the junkyard. Thank God she wasn't a boy.

"Hey Vern, it looks like your Ma's been out driving again," Gordie teased.

"Oh that's so funny I forgot to laugh."

"Yeah Gordo that was pretty lame," Andy admitted.

"Stand back men!" Teddy cried, throwing his sleeping bag over the fence and ignoring the group, "Paratroops, over the side!"

The rest of the gang rolled their eyes at Teddy's usual antics and followed him over the fence. Andy and Vern ran after Teddy, Andy laughing when Vern tripped over a small car part and almost dove head first into the ground. She loved her klutz of a friend. Teddy and Vern stopped at the well to refill Teddy's canteen, and then they each stuck their head under it. Andy settled herself in a shady, secluded area surrounded by cars.

She turned her head and saw Gordie and Chris racing towards the well, Chris gaining speed. He finally stopped and pumped his arms into the air. Gordie stopped beside him. The two looked at each other and then draped their arms over their shoulders. Andy smiled. She really loved seeing her two best friends display their camaraderie. It was just so sweet to look at, although whenever she mentioned how cute it looked, the boys always took their arms back and stepped away awkwardly. It was just a girl thing.

Soon, the four boys came and sat around her. They were all wet from the well, the cold water dripping from their hair and their foreheads, replacing sweat. Chris sat down next to her, leaned over, and shook his hair so a small amount of water fell on her.

"Chris, stop it!" Andy commanded through her giggles.

"Hey, I don't take orders. I do what I want," Chris informed with a smirk, leaning back against the rubble of car parts.

"Pssh, I know that from past experiences…what am I supposed to suspect from you?" Andy asked, giving him a playful push.

"Alright you two, enough flirting," Teddy ordered, grinning.

"They aren't flirting!" Gordie insisted, his arms crossed, his eyes flashing.

"Are you kidding? Look at 'em go!" Vern pointed to Chris and Andy laughing, who were ignoring the conversation.

"Well…" Gordie paused as he studied his two best friends, "Maybe."

"Anyway, forget about the cozy, mosey, rosy lovey dovies," Teddy said, "Have you guys been watching the Mickey Mouse Club lately?"

"Yeah," Gordie and Vern answered in unison.

"I think Annette's tits are getting bigger," Teddy reasoned.

Right at the words "tits", Chris sprung to attention. "You think so?" he asked eagerly.

"Yeah, I think he's right," Gordie agreed, and all heads turned to him. This would be the perfect time to….well, he wasn't sure. He felt compelled to get back at Andy, but he just didn't know why. "I think the A and the E are starting to bend around the sides."

This caused the whole group to break out into loud, raucous laughter, except for Andy. She crossed her arms and stared at the boys. She always hated it when they acted like this. It was so rude and inconsiderate….so sexist, even. But, in the end, she had to forgive him. Surely she couldn't make their hormones stop their running course. But they could at least keep this sex talk to a minimum.

"Annette's tits are great!" Vern exclaimed.

"Yeah!" the other boys cheered.

"Oh my god!" Andy yelled, throwing her arms up in the air, "Can you four talk about anything besides boobs and their sizes and sex!"

The four boys looked at each other for a minute and then blinked at Andy. "No," they answered together.

"Besides," Teddy added, "Maybe our talk would interest you in a little something." His eyebrows wiggled suggestively, hiding and coming out of his coke bottle glasses.

"What little something? You mean your dick?" Andy asked.

The three other boys roared with laughter, laughing so much that Andy thought she could feel the ground shaking. Teddy glared at her but grinned.

"Oh, you're not interested in mine crazy lady. You know you want Chris to take a dive into your jeans."

"Hey," Chris said warningly.

"And anyway," Teddy continued, "We're all dying to know what type of figure you have. We have to know so we're prepared for our daily sessions of sex when we get older. If anything, I bet you've got a lot of built up tension because you have to stare at my attractive ass every day. You know you want to pull that red hair out that high ponytail and scream."

Teddy smiled proudly. The other four weren't sure if proud was really the good word in this situation. Chris and Gordie gazed at the girl sitting in between them, actually thinking about what Teddy said, but with deeper meaning. They were beginning to grow up, would they separate from each other because girls and boys 'weren't meant to be friends'? Plus, they were wondering what was really under those t-shirts….

Vern didn't care though. Either he didn't really care about his friend's physical attributes, or he was just too dense to process all of Teddy's sexual speech. He stared at Teddy with a blank expression.

"….Pervert," Vern said simply.

"Indeed I am Vern, indeed I am!" Teddy agreed, puffing out his chest to be manly.

"What time is it Gordie?" Vern asked.

"Huh? Umm…" Gordie dove wildly inside his pocket for his watch; he had been a little busy staring at Andy, "It's quarter after one."

"We better go get the food. The junkyard opens at three…Chopper will be here," Vern informed.

"Ooh, sic balls!" Chris teased.

"Why don't you go, you can pick us up on the way back," Teddy told Vern.

"I'm not going alone, we should all go!" Vern said.

Then the group went into a fit about not going, until of course, Chris the wizened peacemaker settled it. They all got out quarters, and the odd man went. In this case, it was Gordie. Actually, Andy thought, Gordie was the odd man in their group. Not the way Vern was, but Gordie was rather strange. There was something about Gordie that was different from the others, Andy knew. She knew it was something special.

"You lose Gordie, ehehehehe! Ol' Gordie just screwed the pooch!" Teddy laughed.

"Does the word retarded mean anything to you?" Gordie asked sarcastically.

"Gordie, go get the provisions, you morphadite!"

"Don't call me any of your mother's pet names!" Gordie ordered, causing Andy to grin.

"What a wet end you are, Lachance!"

"Shut up!"

The four sitting on the ground leaned in together and chorused, "I don't shut up, I grow up, and when I look at you, I throw up!"

"And then your mother goes around the corner and she licks it up!" Gordie retorted.

"OOOH!" the other boys cried in defeat, and then started "wrestling" each other.

"Gordie, that was brilliant, like always!" Andy praised, watching Gordie disappear.

Then, Chris tackled Andy to the ground, and she joined in with her other boys. The thing that she didn't know was that after she called out to Gordie, he had a huge smile on his face. But Andy was too preoccupied with her other three friends. They kept their rough-housing going for a few more minutes, and then stopped to talk.

"Wow…who knew girls could actually move more than their hand to paint their nails?" Teddy breathed.

"You will. Now," Andy said, standing up. She kicked Teddy hard in the shin, causing him to howl in pain and grab onto his leg. She turned to see that Vern and Chris were staring at her with their eyes wide with surprise and fright. She smiled pleasantly down at them.

"Which one of my boys is next?" she asked sweetly.

Vern threw his arms up over his head and turned away. "Don't hurt me!"

Andy laughed and crouched down next to him. "Hey, I'd never hurt you. Bad. Don't be afraid of me," she told him, poking his arm.

"Well, I have a good of enough reason to be!"

"Oh Vern, my favorite wuss," Andy sighed, "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm on your side…..what Chris?"

Chris had been staring at Andy for awhile now. The strange thing was that it was the blankest stare she had ever seen, and it made her feel weird, like he was analyzing her and trying to see through to her deepest secrets and emotions.

"Chris?"

"Wha…oh. Sorry," Chris apologized awkwardly. He sounded dazed and a little out of it.

"Oh no, oh guys," Teddy said, panic rising in his voice, "The fat man and his monster are here!"

The other three whipped their heads around to see non other than Milo Pressman working by the junkyard shed, which wasn't too far from where they were sitting. They couldn't see Chopper, but if Milo was here, Chopper would be too.

"Let's get out of here!" Vern said a little too loudly.

"Shh!" the rest signaled.

"Hey, all I'm saying is that we should get out of here and not stand around like a bunch of-"

"Shut up!" Teddy, Andy, and Chris whispered crossly.

Chris began to walk slowly away from the place they were sitting to the fence, Andy, Teddy, and Vern following him quietly. As she waited for Chris and Teddy to climb over the fence so she and Vern could, all that was going through her mind was where is Gordie?

As though her thought signaled the arrival like trumpets did for the royal family, Gordie appeared in the junkyard. He seemed to look confused and very upset. But then he caught sight of Milo and took off running towards the fence.

"Chopper, sic him boy!"

Gordie screamed as the dog pounded after him, gaining speed with each step. He threw himself against the fence, climbed up, and just flew off of it and landed right beside Andy. Soon, she heard laughter. She had no idea what could possibly be so funny, and if the other boys were laughing at Gordie's screams, she was going to pound them. But no, once she saw what they were laughing at, she snorted with a grin on her face. Chopper was a puny little thing!

"Kiss my ass, Choppy! Kiss my ass, bite shit!" Teddy teased, rubbing his butt against the fence. Chopper grabbed a hold of his pants, but Teddy pulled away successfully, "Sic balls, Choppy!" Teddy then reached down and tugged at his crotch. Andy stared at him with amazement. Did his boldness and idiocy ever embarrass him?

"Stop teasing that dog!" Milo ordered. He had now approached the fence.

"Yeah, I'd like to see you climb over this fence and get me, fatass!" Teddy yelled happily.

"Don't you call me that, you little tin-weasel peckerwood loony's son!"

Everything became silent. Teddy's expression changed so rapidly that if you blinked, you missed it. His eyes were flashing behind his coke-bottle glasses, his fists were clenched, his breathing heavy, his jaw set. Andy looked at him worriedly. This was what Teddy would have to deal with for the rest of his life: he definitely wasn't going to get out of Castle Rock when he got older, and everyone would know him as the son of a war veteran who tried to burn his ear off. It was weird how Teddy loved his father so much and couldn't see a thing wrong, but everyone else, even the people he barely knew saw. Why did Teddy try to kid himself? His father was crazy, and there was nothing he could do to change that, no matter how much he loved him.

"What did you call me?" Teddy asked quietly but forcefully.

"I know who you are. You're Teddy Duchamp. Your dad's a loony, a loony in the nuthouse in Togus. He took your ear, and he placed it to a stove and almost burnt it off," Milo informed him with information he already knew.

"My father stormed the beach at Normandy," Teddy stated in a determined voice.

"He's crazier than a shithouse rat! No wonder you're acting the way you are, with a loony for a father!" Milo said in amazement.

"You call my dad a loony again, and I'll kill you," Teddy threatened dangerously.

"Loony, loony, loony!" Milo teased, satisfied. He sure did hit the button, alright.

Teddy suddenly flung himself at the fence and roared, "I'M GONNA RIP YOUR HEAD OFF AND SHIT DOWN YOUR NECK!"

Andy helped Chris grab a hold of Teddy and pull him off the fence. He tried to kick and punch his way out of their grasps, but to no avail.

"It's alright Teddy, it's alright," Andy whispered into his burnt ear.

"Let him do his own fighting!" Milo shouted.

"Sure you only outweigh him by five hundred pounds, FATASS!" Gordie yelled at Milo, planting his feet firmly on the ground, mouth opened as wide as it would go.

"I know who you are, you're Lachance!" Milo declared, "I know all of you guys, and all of your fathers are going to get a call from me…except for the loony up in Togus."

This sent Teddy into another rage again, and this time it took everyone combined to keep him from hurling himself at the metal fence. They began to drag him away from the junkyard, Teddy shouting all the way. Suddenly, Andy let go of him and stayed still. This man was absolutely terrible. How could he insult Teddy like that, insult his father? Sure, his father was a loony, but did that give him the right to announce it to the world?

"Can't wait to tell everyone you called a war vet a loony!" Andy called to Milo, hot anger running through her, "Tell me, what did YOU do during the war, Mr. Pressman? Sit on the couch and guzzle down beers while not even caring for all of the Americans and Jews who died? Yeah, that must be how you got that revolting thing you call a stomach, you son of a bitch!"

Andy spit angrily at Milo's feet and ran off as he began to scream his head off at her. She managed to catch up with the boys. Teddy had his glasses off and his face was in his hands. Chris had his arm draped over Teddy's shoulder, and Gordie held his sleeping bag. They were such good friends. Andy came in between Gordie and Teddy and slipped her hand into Teddy's. She brought his hand up to her mouth and kissed it lightly.

"Don't let him get you down. He doesn't know you, he doesn't know your father, he doesn't know any of us," Andy said soothingly, "No matter what he says, the only thing he can change is your attitude. You and your father are heroes to me."

Teddy let out a sob and fell into her. She hugged him tightly, staring at the other three boys who were staring at them. She caught eyes with Gordie, but then averted them, her cheeks rosy. Teddy then broke away and put his glasses back on. He took a deep breath and slung his arm over Chris's shoulder.

"What are we waiting for, old age? Let's get moving!" he called out enthusiastically, "And I'm sorry if I'm spoiling everyone's good time."

"I don't think it should be a good time," Gordie said.

"You saying you want to go back?" Chris asked him, curious.

"No. But we're going to go see a dead kid. Maybe it shouldn't be a party."

Andy looked at him. God he was smart! Was it wrong for the five of them to have fun looking for a dead boy?

"Yeah. Like if he's really bad, like all cut up and blood and shit all over him. I might have nightmares..."

"Come on Vern," Chris said as Teddy sniffed.

"...You know, like all guts and eyeballs all ready to jump and grab-"

"Shut up Vern, god damnit!" Chris shouted in frustration.

"I can't help it," Vern replied solemnly, "Sorry."

Andy's face broke out into a grin and she started to crack up laughing. The boys stared at her like she was crazy. That was the good thing about Vern- he could turn anything into something funny. Teddy began to laugh along with her, and this made her even happier. But still, there was this feeling, this thought in the back of her mind that was very unsure, very awkward, and very nervous.