"What do you think of Jenny?" Bruce asked his brother, lying down on the comfy tan couch in his brother's little RV.

The TV was on. It was 8:00pm on a Friday night. Bruce was wearing jeans and a red t-shirt with yellow stripes across the chest. Bobby wore white pants and a baby blue sweater.

"Jenny? What do I think of her?" Bobby answered.

On the TV, there was a brown-haired, big-eyed teenage boy with his lovely strawberry blonde-haired girlfriend. A wild lawnmower came towards them. Using his alien powers, he managed to move the lawnmower with only his eyes. Bruce and Bobby laughed out loud.

"What the heck are we watching, man?" Bobby asked. He sounded tired. Long day.

They watched the TV in silence for a few more minutes.

"So, what do you think of her?" Bruce asked again.

"Why do you want to know?"

Bruce shrugged. Why did his brother have to be so awkward about it?

"I think she's hot," Bruce said. "That red hair…"

Bobby was silent. His face was sullen.

"And that voice…" Bruce continued.

Bobby suddenly rolled his eyes to the ceiling and let out a mean laugh.

"What?" asked Bruce.

"We're too old to talk about girls all night. Your love life is your business, little bro, and my love life is mine."

They watched the TV in silence. The boy was helping out a shy girl who accidentally invented explosive glue. Bobby was beginning to doze off when Bruce spoke up again.

"I guess you're afraid of competition."

Bobby laughed. "What are you talking about?"

"We both like the same girl. You're afraid I'm going to take her from you."

Bobby sighed and brushed his hair back. Jenny drove him crazy. In that moment, he had to be honest with himself. He would be totally jealous if she fell for his little brother instead of him. After all, he was older. And taller. And funnier. Right?

"I don't think I have to worry about that," he said.

"Oh yeah? I've seen her blush when I wink at her, giggle when I say something funny. Why shouldn't she like me?"

Bobby stared at his little brother. In a lot of ways, he was the same kid who he fought with over the ownership of Hot Wheels, over who could win a kiddy motorcycle race, over control of the record player.

"Let's make it a brotherly competition," Bruce continued. "Who will be the first to get a date with Jenny?"

Bobby felt wrong basing a competition around a girl, but he knew Bruce would forever pester him about it. Plus, he thought it was an easy win. Jenny may have blushed when Bruce winked at her, but Jenny always smiled and was willing to chat when Bobby entered the room.

And so, the brothers shook hands.

"Good morning!" a beaming Ponch greeted Bobby in the briefing room a few days later.

"Good morning," replied Bobby. He had made no progress with Jenny, but today would be the day. He could feel it in his bones.

"I'm having a party this weekend," Ponch said. "It's just a little CHP get-together."

"Really? What for?" asked Bobby, who was infected by Ponch's contagious smile.

"Ah, well, it's my fifth year here at the CHP, and I thought we could all use a party."

"I'll be there," Bobby promised. Lowering his voice, he asked, "Is Jenny going?"

"Jenny? I haven't invited her yet, but I will."

At this Bobby smiled very wide, and Ponch thought that was strange. He came to the conclusion that romance was in the air for Bobby Nelson, and almost laughed. As for Bobby, his bones stopped aching, and he decided to take it easy until the party. Bruce had a busy schedule that week. It was a cinch.