SORRY FOR THE WAIT!!

OKay, okay! I'm excited! I've been fiddling around with my drawing tablet and have drawn potraits of these three girls. Alex, Rachel and Leah. Go to my profile, scroll down and click on the links to see them! I'm happy with them! I may re-do Rachel's though /

Sorry If they don't look like how you imagined... But that's exactly how I did. And plus... they're bassed on us. Leah's looks almost identical to Anissa and Alex's to Emis... but mine's a little more different :P

ENJOY!

And we've got a new fan! HELLO VENOMOUSVIXENN! :D She's from DA and is totally cool!

Alex's POV

We both raced down the road in Rachel's little purple bug. She never used it. Only when she absolutely needed to. Example; Leah wouldn't drive her because her feet were muddy.

I had grabbed my huge CD list that I'd burned when bored at home and a few magazines. I slid in my party mix and we started singing to songs. We were on a road trip to the shops just outside of town. Somewhere us two escaped to when we could.

"Okay, okay… So… it says here seventy percent of women masturbate," I read aloud, "Dude, that's weird… but what's funnier! Men's percentage is ninety! WHOA!"

Rachel was laughing hysterically, slapping the wheel with her hands and the rings on her fingers clinging against the metal parts.

As We Go On by Vitamin C.

It's a totally not fair song. It makes you choke up and start to cry like you've been sleeping with garlic. Rachel and I started singing, and as soon as we reached the chorus we started to bawl like middle-age-women.

As we go on, we remember

All the times we had together

And as our lives change, from whatever

We will still be, friends forever

"Not fair…" Rachel sobbed, pulling the car over on the side of the road. She slapped the wheel, "So not fair!"

"What?" I asked in a shaky voice, wiping at my cheeks.

"The lyrics aren't fair. Life isn't fair… It's way too true."

I laughed, mouthing the last line as Rachel cried, "We will still be, friends forever."

Rachel's shoulders shook, her eyes closed and head back against the cream car seat. She was cried like a little kid and it made me smile so much, watching her spill her memories in big salty drops. "That time I stole your Beatles lunch box… Alex, I'm sorry."

I frowned, still slightly crying, "What?"

"And that time… I… I burned your hair with the jaffle maker… I'm sorry for that too."

I laughed, "Um… well I guess I'm sorry for breaking your CD player in grade four. I just really didn't like Britney Spears."

Rachel snorted, waving a hand and then wiping her eye, "Don't worry… neither did I."

"I'm sorry if I ever made you feel…" I wrinkled my nose, "…feel like your whole dad ordeal didn't matter to me. You know it does."

"Pah!" She cried again, "That's the least of my worries now."

"I'm sorry for accidentally dying your favourite toy green, too."



She chuckled, tears dripping off of her pointy chin, "I'm sorry I cut through your shirt… that time I said I could fix it? Yeah, turns out I couldn't. But you wanna know a secret?"

"I want to know all your secrets."

She smiled, "I snuck out of home that night… and bought you the exact same one. I replaced it, pretending it was the same one."

My mouth hung open, and then I laughed, "Seriously? Oh my god."

She nodded, "I was so scared that you'd hate me."

"I'd never hate you." I smiled, "You're my best friend."

"As are you butt-face."

"Love you dick." I leaned over, curling my arm around Rachel's shoulders and hugging her close. She replayed the song just so we could sit there for a while listening and crying to it. Singing and remembering.

-

We slid into the shopping centre, buying pretty stupid things. We bought some bras and jeans, ice cream, smoothies, CD's and camera cards that we could fill over the holiday.

Rachel sat me at a food court table, pushing a smoothie towards me, "Okay… so this is a two gig card. I want you to fill half a gig with your week… maybe a little more, who knows… and I will do too, and then the rest… we fill together. Clear?"

I nodded, "Brilliant, bro." Sipping down some smoothie I looked around, spotting a table of guys. I narrowed my eyes, "That kid's in my biology. You reckon he's hot?"

Rachel turned casually scanning over the crowd, "Ah, he's cute an' all… weird though. He was throwing scrunched up pieces of paper at that Laura girl."

"He and her are going out."

"Oh…" Rachel half shrugged her shoulder, "Makes sense now…" She started flicking her fries at me.

I frowned, "What the hell, Rach?"

"I like you, so I'm throwing little insignificant objects at you."

"Whoa… I'm surprised that word's even in your vocabulary. But hey," I leaned over and took some pickles from a burger on an empty table and flicked it at her.

"OH GROSS! C'mon! The fries were harmless!"

"So are the pickles!"

"But they're… weird looking, and stupid, and gross feeling, and they smell."

I narrowed my eyes, "Do you want to start an argument on why pickles should get the blame for being thrown and why fries can't be punished for being thrown?"



Rachel frowned at me, slowly eating a fry, "Dude, and you call me weird."

"I rest my case." I sat back, folding my arms.

We both made it back to campus in time to see Tyler shoving Reid around the corner. "Hey!" I called at them and his head snapped around.

"Alex, hi." He smiles as we walked over. He looked down, "Rach."

She nodded and I grinned, "You two leaving tomorrow?"

Tyler nodded, "Yeah, I'm gonna drive out and Reid's leaving on Sunday."

I nodded, "Cool," I turned to Rachel and smirked, "What about Pogue?"

She blushed, looking at Tyler and then at me and to her feet, "What about him?"

"When's he leaving?" I pressed, frowning.

She fiddled with her nails, "Oh, uh, he's um… coming with me."

I paused, "Wait, what? He's staying with you for the first week?"

"…and second." She murmured.

"Whoa! And when did that happen?" I laughed, "Dude!"

She looked at Tyler, "We'll see you tomorrow before you go, right?"

"You will." He nodded, opening his door, saying goodnight and then slipping in. The two of us walked back to our room, giggling like school girls.

I closed the door behind me and grinned at Rachel, "So, sounds like you're gonna be having some tiring nights."

She shot an amused look at me and then rolled onto her bed, "Just because we're both horny animals… doesn't mean-" I gave her my favourite look that made her roll her eyes, "- oh come on, that's not fair."

"I know your love life way too well, missy." I smirked, sitting back on my bed and pulling out a bottle of coke. "Besides… you can't deny that you and him haven't… y'know…" I gyrated my hips and sent us both into hysterics.

"Actually.. No, we haven't." Rachel snorted.

I stopped, "Wait, what?"

She bit her lip, "We haven't… not yet."

"But… but, how can this be? Did thy fair lady not drink thy love potion?" I capped off a few old plays I had seen back in middle school.

Rachel gave me a pathetic look, "Dude… no love potions… please." She then added in a mutter, "The stuff tastes like liquefied pot anyways."



I rolled my eyes, "'Cause you know what that tastes like."

She giggled, "Hey… parties get wild."

"Whatever…"

After a second thought, I added, "That would explain why you BEGGED Leah to make you some food after we came back. Huh."

She blushed, "Oh, shush. I asked for a simple meal and she just stood there!!"

"Poor victimized stoner. C'mere." I reached over and ruffled her hair. She grinned stupidly and pushed me off, rolling over me and hitting the floor with a thump that made me jump. "Dude."

She sighed loudly, "I need John."

"Who?" I frowned.

"The Little John? The lavatory… bathroom, y'know?"

"I know what that is!" I shot and then laughed, "Let's go then."

We both skipped down the hall and slid into the female bathroom. She slid into a cubical and giggled as I slid up onto the counters, turning the taps on and off.

"Dude, get this…" She started reading aloud the sign on the back of the door, talking about anal problems due to sex in the behind. I snorted and laughed the whole way through as she added in her own little comments here and there. Her retarded-ness cracked me up sometimes.

She came out, kicking open the door and flicking her hair dramatically, "I'm back!"

I raised my eyebrow at her, "Fly."

She let out an irritated noise and looked down, pulling up the zipper of her jeans. "Butt face…"

She walked over slowly and ran the tap over her hands, "I was going for the dramatic affect, the thrilling, life threatening stance?"

I shrugged a shoulder and pushed the button so that pink soap started to pour out of the small machine, "Next time drama-queen."

She flicked her fingers, making watcher spray all over my face. I yelped, flailing my arms helplessly around to stop her. A whole load of help that was.

She then stopped dead and grabbed my wrists. She pursed her lip and looked to the side then shot around to look at me, "Hear that?"

"Hear what?" I frowned.

She tapped my nose with one index finger before trotting to the door like a little kid in some ballet performance. She opened the door and leaned out, then came back in and grinned, "Come look at this."

"What?" I frowned, sneaking forward, grabbing onto her shoulders and leaning out of the door with her. I bit my lip to stifle a giggle as Tyler carefully snuck out of the boy's bathroom, soaked and with 

only a towel on. He looked over his shoulder quickly and started to creep down the hall.

I looked at her and the same sly smile was planted on my own face. She nodded and we used out awesome telekinesis skills to plan out our… plan.

Our thoughts were probably completely different. No, I know our plans were completely different. When we both tip toed out, I crept up one dark side and she the other. I jumped out, clinging to Tyler's wet side, yelling a loud "BALLSACK" in his ear and scaring the shit out of him.

Meanwhile, Rachel jumped forward and grabbed the sides of his towel, ripping it down and then towards her. She fell backwards with a yelp, slamming her back into the wall and sending a paranormal sound through the dark empty halls.

Tyler yelled out in shock again, sort of… half spinning around and then remembering he was naked and covered up. I had already glanced down and caught an eyeful though.

I pushed my tongue to cheek and grinned at him as his glassy blue eyes met mine in the dark. I giggled, "Now I believe her…"

"You guys are so evil!" He whined, covering himself up.

Rachel was slid to the floor on her ass, laughing so hard that I could see her having breathing difficulties. She screamed and rolled over, literally rolling back and forth on the ground. We stood and watched for a moment until her laugh died awkwardly.

Tyler sighed, "Can I have the towel back?"

"Aw, c'mon… he's totally humiliated."

"So?" Rachel burst into more laughter and Tyler glared, leaning forward to take the towel back. She yanked it from his grasp and hugged it to her chest.

"Rach, not funny!" He yelled, trying to grab for it again.

"Yes funny!" She cackled, crawling away from him, "C'mon… you be the wolf, I'll be the pig." She jumped up and ran towards me, grabbing my arm and pulling me down the hall.

I laughed as we ran, "You're not gonna make him run around the whole school are you?"

"Of course not." She rolled her eyes and slammed into a door, rapping on it fast. Reid opened it, hair a mess and hand up his shirt as he scratched his chest. He yawned and peeked an eye at us before turning around and leaving the door open.

Rachel muttered a, "Yes!" and slid in, pulling me behind. She closed the door quickly, shoving her back against it and grinning. Two seconds later the door shook and she pressed her hands behind her head against it.

I folded my arms and looked at her pathetically, "You are so damn mean."

She shrugged, "He'll get over it."

"You're in for it… he won't live it down." I clicked my tongue.

"Shush." She rolled her eyes before the lock on the door clicked and she burst forwards into my arms. Tyler stood at the door, hand cupped over his manhood and other on the door frame as the door slid 

open.

Reid was sat on the side of the bed; he looked up through one eye and then closed it lazily again, scratching his head, "Man, if I want you in your birthday suit… trust me… I'll let you know."

"Rachel…" Tyler hissed, "…seriously, if you don't give back the damn towel, you're gonna pay."

She shrugged, "Take the cloth…" Then threw it at him.

Reid then grinned, "Wait, wait, wait!" He leaned over to his bed side table, (making him look absolutely butt-crazy hot) and grabbed a little black object. He held it up to Tyler and there was a wolf whistle from the phone.

Tyler gawked, "You did not!"

"This is going straight to Quincy…" He muttered, pressing a few buttons and then grinning triumphantly.

"You're dead… both of you." Tyler held up accusing fingers.

I smirked, sprawling out on the end of Reid's bed. It was the most flamboyant thing I had ever laid body parts on. I stretched out like a cat and even considered purring for a moment before rolling onto my back and closing my eyes.

Rachel let out a very loud sigh and slapped her thighs, "Tyler… get your pants on, we're gonna go get food."

"Seriously?" He whined and there was rustling noise over by my left.

"Yes, hurry up."

There were a few minutes of awkward noises and zipping of jeans and owing coming from Rachel. I peeked open an eye and Tyler hit her on her forehead before going to the door and holding it open for her. I was surprised at his niceness, but what would I know, he could easily turn savage in the car park. Oh… bad thought. TOUCH WOOD!

"What are you doing?" Reid asked when the door closed.

I scrambled on the floor looking for something wood-like. I spotted a chair and dived for it grabbing onto the leg of it and hugging it close, "Touched… I touched it… nothing bad… nothing will happen!"

"I wonder sometimes…" Reid sighed, getting up and strolling over to the small fridge stuffed in the corner along with many old shirts and dusty books. He took out a Red Bull and held one up in the air, looking at me.

I shook my head and he shrugged, putting it under his arm, shutting the fridge with his head and then cracking open his can and setting the other on the end of his bed.

I watched him for a while, sitting curled in the corner and grinning. He peeked up through his blonde bangs.

I grinned wider, "Am I aloud to say you look sexy one more time, or will I get in trouble?"

He smirked, slowly putting aside the can and then crawling over his bed, rolling over and landing 

lightly on the balls of his feet.

He crawled over to me slowly, his muscles clenching and slithering under his pale brain-buzzing skin. He crouched in front of me, catching a strand on my curly hair between his fingers and lightly putting it around it finger and then behind my ear. He leaned forward, kissing me softly… but we both knew I couldn't have that.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and got to my knees, pushing him backwards until his back was on the floor and gravity was playing its course.

I thought about a different approach. I started to pull and push at him, but he wouldn't budge.

He smiled pathetically at me and raised his eyebrows, "Alex, what are you doing?"

I groaned exasperatedly, "Take your shirt off and roll over."

He narrowed his eyes at me, and then followed my command. I squealed happily at his exposed back. Yummy.

I slid my hands up it, straddling him. I sat on his perfect tush and wondered about where to attack first.

I pressed myself to him and breathed down his neck. I growled a "hi" before biting down on his collarbone, then kissing my way over his shoulder and down his spine. He tried to turn but I grabbed his hips from behind and pushing mine towards his backside. I growled, "You mind me being in charge for once?"

"Not at all." I ran my hands all the way up to his shoulders, trailing them back with my nails in his skin, leaving light red marks behind.

He sat up, and I latched onto the side of his neck, my whole body pressed to his bare back. I sucked on his skin until I pulled back and was satisfied with the red mark. He was going to have a few marks.

However, he couldn't stand not being in charge. It wasn't exactly doing wonders for his manly ego. Reid felt around behind him and grabbed my hips (and yes, part of my butt), slowly, he twisted me until I let go of his neck and was let down and onto the floor, where he pinned my arms over my head.

I smirked, "You can't help it."

He pushed his knee in between my legs and chewed on his bottom lip, "Nope. Gotta have it this way... always."

"You mean I'll never get to be on top?" I pouted.

He kissed my pouting lips and ran his fingers into my hair, "Of course you'll be on top. Just not right now."

I looked at the ceiling and muttered, "That means never."

He chuckled and rolled his eyes, "Stop being so whiny and let me kiss you 'till your brain falls out." he growled aggressively.

I laughed and curled my hand around his neck, pulling him down to me and sucking down on his bottom lip.



His right hand left my neck, moving towards the hem of my shirt, slipping his fingers under and slowly rising it, softly touching my stomach with his fingertips, which sent shivers up my spine and a smile to my lips. He then pressed his bare torso onto my bare stomach.

His left hand chose to cup my face as he deepened the kiss. I knotted my fingers in his silky blonde hair and pulled away from his lips.

I curled my neck as he started trailing kisses along it.

I breathed in his scent. A very masculine, particular smell. Tangy, with a hint of salty sweet sweat. But somehow comforting and familiar. I inhaled deeper, locking his aroma into my memory. I slowly sat up and led Reid to rest his back on the bed. I crawled on his lap and sat down, my arms curled around his neck like in those damsel-in-distress scenes in movies.

Reid's hand slid all the way from my foot to my thigh, finally gripping there and hitching me up higher. Once satisfied with the position, his palm rested against my butt.

I sighed happily. "What do you have planned for the holidays?" I asked as I stroked his hair away from his face.

"Well, I was gonna go visit my family; they live a little out of town. And then you'd miss me so much you'd come over and I'd make it better with insane amounts of lovin'" He flashed a goofy grin.

I squeezed his cheeks together, making his lips pout out awkwardly, "Stop being cute."

"Yes, ma'am." he wrapped his free arm around my waist and I leaned my head on his shoulder.