Disclaimer: Still not mine. Still wishing.

Chapter Three

"Hey man, thanks." Dick said as Logan handed him a blue frozen drink. He had been entertaining himself at one of the carnival booths, shooting at a giant clown face. He took a sip of the drink and looked around the fair grounds. "Dude, am I drunk?"

"No Dude, you're just special." Logan replied with a smile.

"Why is the Beav all snuggly with that chick from Ghost World?" He knew his brother had a new girlfriend. But her?

Logan shrugged. "New squeeze?"

"Dude, maybe he's drunk." Dick suggested.

Mac and Beaver had been making their rounds at the carnival for a while, now. They were getting along great, but Mac noticed sometimes Beaver seemed a little nervous. She was sure he'd get over it eventually.

"So are we winning?"

"What?" Beaver asked.

"I feel like we're in a contest with all the other couples: Who can hold hands the longest?" She smiled at him.

"I just—I don't want to lose you in the crowd." Beaver looked down and smiled. Being with her was nice. Nothing could put him in a bad mood today.

"Hey! Aren't you going to introduce us?" As soon as Beaver heard that voice, his face dropped. He had been dreading this. Dick and his friends ran over to them. "Wow. You guys are cute, aren't they? Like gerbils in love." Dick was smiling. He knew exactly what he was doing. It was his job, as the older brother, to make Beaver's life as miserable as possible. Especially about girls. Especially about this girl.

"Dick, don't." Beaver pleaded with him. The last thing he needed was to be humiliated in front of Mac.

"Chill, Beav. I get to give a big brother speech here. Just looking out for you."

"You don't have to worry. He's fine." Mac told Dick.

"Yeah? In good hands? 'Cause you gotta take it easy on my bro. If you're gonna pop his cherry, hold back a little."

"You're such an ass." Beaver muttered.

"Don't go busting out any tricks. Be gentle and sweet. You don't wanna spook him. Like right now, I know his hands are just dripping with sweat. And you are so completely grossed out, but you're hanging in. I dig it."

Beaver let go of Mac's hand. His hand was sweaty, and he wished Dick hadn't pointed it out.

"Oop! See how it just slipped right out? Gotta work on that, bro." Dick patted his brother on the shoulder and left.

"I'm sorry about that." Beaver looked at the ground again.

"It's okay." Mac could tell he was really upset. "Just don't worry about it, okay?"

"He's just such an asshole..." Beaver sighed.

"Yeah, no kidding." Mac laughed. "Hey, you know what? I know a way we can get him back."

"Oh, yeah?" Beaver perked up. "How?"

Mac smiled. "I knew bringing my laptop was a good idea. Come on, let's go get it."

Once they had gotten her laptop from the car, Mac opened it and pulled up Google.

"So what's the plan?" Beaver asked.

"How does your brother feel about loose women?" Mac asked.

"Good."

"What about loose transvestites?"

"Probably not so good. But I like where this is going." Beaver smiled.

"We'll hire her...him. Um. Which is it? Her? Anyway, we'll hire h...them. They'll come here, pretend to be waiting for their kid, flirt with Dick...you see where I'm going with this?"

"Sweet. I mean, the revenge part." Beaver laughed, "Not the transvestite part."

"Hopefully Dick won't be able to resist himself, and, well...you get the idea." Mac had never liked Dick, and after today, she was thrilled to see something like this happen to him. "How about this one?" She pointed to the screen.

"Bambi Gasm." Beaver laughed.

"Of the Boston Gasms?" Mac asked in a snooty New England accent.

"One would hope." Beaver answered.