Sorry everyone for the very long wait. I've been having a bit of an annoying block which I hardly ever get -I'm really good at improvising in stories- and so this took some time. Besides.. I was thinking of how I was going to do the POV's for the holidays. I think we'll just take it one step at a time, yeah?

Enjoooy! And remember that we love your reviews!

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Interesting facts: I just looked down there and saw 'Pogue's'- then remembered, hey, has anyone ever listened to the band, "The Pogue's?" I cracked up laughing when I heard about them... Supposedly they're like some Irish band? Oh well...

Rachel's POV

I sat on my bed, hand limp on my leg as Pogue kneeled in front of me. I rolled my eyes, "You know I can do it, right?"

"I know, but don't… I want do fix it for you," He stared at my arm, eyes going black as the aching stopped and I could move my wrist around again.

"You think it was broken?" I frowned at it.

Pogue's hands were by my hips on the bed, he smiled up, "I'm sure it was only fractured." He pursed his lips, "How many times did he hit you?"

"Pogue…"

"How many?" He shot.

"Only once! Don't do anything stupid, its fine." I ran my fingers through his hair, "I'll get him back sometime anyways."

He got up slightly, only to push me back onto the bed. He stared into my eyes, "While thinking it would be fun to get drunk, at a bar, without me, and without protection… you just expect me to sit around and laugh it off?"

I moved my lips to one corner and then smiled, "Yeah, I guess… it's better than getting all freakish 'bout it."

He chuckled, kissing me for a moment and then crawling off and holding out a hand, "You wanna grab some dinner?"

"Do I ever!" I beamed, grabbing his hand and launching myself at him. He turned and crouched slightly and I climbed onto his back, grinning and pointing, "Grab your keys."

"Done." He took them, slid them into his pocket and we went out piggyback riding.

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The night went by as Pogue and I caught up with Reid and Alex. I grinned at Alex as she read my mind. We linked arms and motioned for the boys to follow us. We liked to have fun the classic way, so we broke apart and ran between the dark trees of the forest.

I giggled and almost fell over a tree root, clinging to the bark of the tree.

"Oh I get it, I'm the wolf," Reid chuckled in the dark, "I'm hungry."

I bit my lip and turned my head as my back was pressed against a tree. I looked over to Alex who grinned at me and snuck behind another tree. It was surprisingly getting darker and darker the further we went in.

Reid jumped around the tree, making me jerk and slide down. I stumbled and then darted forward under his arm and started running.

"Girls," Pogue groaned.

We laughed and I saw Alex's wild hair behind one of the trees. I went for it and grabbed her wrist, she also yelped and then we both ran through the trees and into a clearing.



"Wow... just how I remember..." She whispered to me.

I pulled her to me, my arms around her and my chin on her head, "Yeah it is."

"Remember when we burned our old boyfriend's names into the grass?"

"Yeah... they couldn't play baseball for weeks." I smiled.

"Reid fell," Pogue whispered close to us, making us turn.

"Did not, asshole." Reid brushed his shirt off with his gloved hands and emerged from the trees. He pulled his beanie down slightly and rested his elbow on my shoulder, "Oh and Faxon..." He chewed on his gum for a moment and then looked down at me, "next time- I will eat you." He shoved my shoulder, making me push Alex into Pogue's broad chest and stumble to keep my balance.

"Dick!" I spat, and turned wanting to hit him but he was already climbing over the fence and then went to climb up the side of the stadium chairs and into the seats.

Pogue, Alex and I jumped onto the mesh fences. We clawed our way up the wire, the sound jingling as we swung our legs over the sides and landing on the ground on the other side. I grinned at Alex and jogged to the wall, pressing my hands against it, and smiling, "I wish I was spiderman, so I could totally climb this."

"Woman. Spiderwoman, dumbass." Alex laughed, grabbing onto the rails and swinging around on them.

"Need a lift up?" Pogue asked with his hands on my hips as I tried to climb up the wall. Reid looked over the railing at me.

"Incompetent little freak," He snorted.

"Shut up!" I glared and slid back down, "That's it... give me a stick." I climbed up onto the stairs and glared when Pogue grabbed onto the railing at the bottom, jumped over like the average boy with hardly any effort and jogged up the stairs. Alex clung to his back suddenly, making him wobble.

"Carry me!" She grinned, trying to climb on his back. I was laughing and Pogue looked kind of worried. None the less, he curled his arms around her legs and brought them high on his hips, jerking and shifting her up his back before climbing up the side stairs.

Reid was lying back on a seat, elbows on the seat behind him and hands limp by his ribs. He looked out onto the field and then back at Alex and Pogue, no expression.

I slapped his head as I walked by, "Don't be jealous."

"Ow, bitch," He ducked his head and craned his neck to look around, "Why the hell do you jump to shit every below opportune time I'm around you?"

I folded my arms and looked out onto the field, eyes narrowed, "You know you're an asshole, right?" I saw him roll his eyes out of his peripheral view. I looked down at him, "Well sometimes, there's a reason."

"Rach! Come down!" Alex yelled at the perfect moment and I jumped up and went down the stairs quickly, tapping Pogue on the shoulder and jumping over the last stair and almost crashing into the fence. "Watch it, you can't run through walls." Alex giggled, backing away from me onto the field.

"Sure I can!" I leaned against the fence.



"You've tried?" She asked, eyebrows raised before she tried for a cartwheel. I smiled at her, memories of the old days coming back to me. The dark image of her spinning around with her hands on the ground, legs twirling over her slowed in my mind and morphed into a younger version of Alex, shorts and hair in pigtails, a field of dry grass and summer sun on her skin. The old days.

I grinned, my mind coming back to reality, "Actually I have... It's sort of painful though... and you really gotta concentrate or you'll get stuck in the wall"

"Hah!" She snorted, coming back up from her handstand and putting her hands on her hips. "Oh and, did I tell you? When I get back home, I'm gonna start out in those dance classes I used to do. Rodney is still there, and he's looking fit." She winked.

I rolled my eyes, "If I can remember correctly, he was seventeen and you were fourteen when you started dance with him."

She shrugged, "He's only nineteen-"

"-I did the maths-"

"-and I'm allowed to perve at least a little, aren't I?" She glanced up at the boys in the stadium behind me quickly and then back to me, holding up her hand, index finger and thumb about a centimetre away from each other, "Just a little."

I grinned and climbed over the fence, running at her and tackling her so that we were in a hug, but spinning, "He still does hip hop dancing?"

"Yeah." She sighed as we slowed.

I grinned, "You know that you're a wicked dancer right? You can do so many things that I can't... or at least don't have the brain capacity to learn and I doubt Leah would move her hips like you do... Dude, you should totally look into choreographing your own stuff and teaching mishaps like me."

Alex furrowed her eyebrows as if in deep thought, then her expression slowly lifted and she was grinning, "Heeeeeeey! You're so right!" She leapt onto me, "You're insanely brilliant!"

I patted her back, "Uh... sure, okay."

"So what do you two mischievous girls plan to do to us out here?" Pogue leaned against the fence, folding his arms.

Reid jumped down, "They're gonna drug us with their sexual ability; wait 'till we get all mindless and boyish. Then they'll club us over the heads with their purses-"

"-we don't have-"

"-shut up." Reid pointed at me, "and tie us up, fondle our manhood and brother," he slapped a hand on Pogue's shoulder, "you won't be able to walk for weeks."

I looked at Alex in disbelief; her eyebrows were raised so high, I could hit the back of her head and make her eyeballs fall out... though... that would really freak me out.

Pogue was the one to break the silence with his laughter, then Alex slapped her leg, laughing louder, "Shit! If only that was the real plan, you might have actually gotten lucky."

"What, so... no sex?" Reid frowned.



"Not with you, no." I smirked and then poked my tongue out at him. There was an awkward silence before Alex grinned.

"Oi! Who's played footy here?"

Reid beamed and Pogue rolled his eyes, "Are you kidding? Who hasn't?"

"Good! I never have." She laughed and bent down, unlacing her black shoelaces that had yellow smiley faces on them. She took off her shoe and then the other, throwing one aside and pulling off her socks. She held the connie in the air, "Who fancies an excuse to tackle and touch each other?"

Reid snorted, "I'm in."

"Sure." Pogue came over.

Alex poked Reid in the chest with the shoe and then squealed as she started to run. I looked at Pogue, he was grinning and shrugged, "Shall we?"

I smirked, looking back at the running figure of Alex like a hawk, "We shall."

Everyone chased each other for a while, tackling and pushing. Alex tripped both the boys at once, grabbing the shoe and throwing it to me. I stared at it and then at the boys worriedly. I was never good when it came to running away from boys. I remember when I had been six, and fell into the lake near my place when a boy had been chasing me. Eight stitches.

Lights out as Alex hit me from the back, pushing me front first to the ground. She was laughing histerically as she rolled off me. I groaned, rolling over and rubbing my shoulder, "You had to throw a hipo at me, didn't you?"

She cut off her laughing, "HEY!"

I rolled my eyes and sat up quickly, grabbing the shoe and throwing it away from me. Reid jogged over and picked it up, we started to play again.

This time I went to grab the shoe, but Reid's arm shot out, his elbow colliding with my collar bone and making me yell in pain. I turned over and fell, dragging Reid down with me. I heard both of the other two laughing hysterically somewhere off to my left.

I coughed, my arm stuck under Reid's back as I lay over his legs. He tried to get up, making me wince in pain and pushing me off.

I scrambled up, rubbing my arms again.

"What the hell is wrong with you, Rachel?!" He yelled, throwing the shoe down.

I blinked, taken-aback, "Correct me if I'm wrong, but I believe your arm was the one that pushed me down!"

"I didn't touch you! You grabbed onto me!" He stepped closer, trying to be menacing.

"Hey!" Pogue yelled.

"Did not! You hit me and made me fall!" I hit his shoulder harder than I meant to and made him stumble.

"Stop it!" Alex shouted, both of them running over. "Hey!"



"You hey! He's a butt!" I said, pointing.

"So is she!" he replied.

"Enough! Both of you! Go die in holes! Come on Pogue, I think it's about time we joined the army! Go whatever nation will accept us!" Alex screamed.

I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose, "Okay, you're not helping… Reid, you pushed me, face it."

"Aw, Rach, you're tired." Pogue slid his arms around my shoulders, pulling me close to him. I sighed again, leaning my head against his shoulder.

Alex yawned, "Hey, do you mind if I stay with Reid tonight? He get's lonely."

"Do not." Reid folded his arms, and smirked, "Though I do enjoy your company."

We all got back to the dorms quicker than normal. Alex grabbed up her things and said g'night to us, slipping out the door and leaving me by myself. Soon, Pogue returned with a few drinks and burgers, putting them on my bed while I curled my feet under myself in front of our little TV, watching a much-loved movie.

"What are we watching?" his hands pressed against my hips as he crawled onto the bed behind me, kissing the back of my neck and then my shoulder. He moved my tank top strap down my shoulder and then my black bra strap, kissing where it used to sit.

"Uhhh-" My voice shivered as my eyes closed and I leaned into him. He kissed back up my neck and moved his hands forward onto my thighs as his torso pressed against my back. "-well… it's… a movie…"

He grinned against my skin, "Is it?"

"It is." I nodded, leaning my head back on his shoulder, his lips moving to my throat, sucking down on the skin and making me writher in delight. "You're distracting me from the movie…"

His fingers trailed to the insides of my thighs, pushing them slightly apart as he kissed my throat some more. My breath hitched and I reached up to knot my fingers in his hair, "Pogue…"

"Hmm?" He pulled back, looking at me.

"What's with the sudden urge?" I frowned.

He sighed and sat back, his hands behind him on the bed, propping himself up, his legs in a boyish position. I turned around so that I was kneeling in front of him. He smirked, "Well see… I was out getting burgers and was thinking to myself about when I go to stay with you at your dads and then realized something," he paused, "What if he doesn't like me?"

I raised my eyebrows, "You're worried that he won't like you… so… to fix that, you wanna have sex?"

He snorted, "I didn't mean it as bluntly as that, but I was just thinking, we might not be able to do this as freely at your home."

I rolled my eyes and crawled forward so that my forehead was almost touching his, my hands by his hips, pressed against the bed, "Don't be silly… We'll have plenty of time to fool around at my dad's. He's a prick anyways, and I'll get rid of him somehow."



"Oh come on, he can't be that bad…" He laughed and then stopped when I didn't speak. He leaned forward and kissed me quickly, "I'm sorry, that probably craps out the mood, huh?"

"Tad."

I leaned forwards slowly brushing my lips over his and stopping before bending my head slightly enough for them to meet again. He latched on this time, kissing me hard and then running his tongue over my lip, pulling me to him with only his lips, as his hands kept himself up.

I crawled forward slightly, putting my hand on his neck and placing my knee between his legs, moving it against him and earning a groan into my mouth.

My hands found the bottom of his shirt and slid under it, feeling the perfect, toned muscles underneath. His stomach tightened at my touch, then relaxed as they traced patters over them.

Finally I couldn't stand it any longer, and rather than shoving my head under his shirt with all my anticipation, I sat up, pulling him towards me and ripping the shirt over his head. His hands quickly caught my sides, just below my ribs holding me tightly as if it feel every curve of my body.

He pulled my shirt over my head and then crawled around, pushing me down onto the bed, holding his body over me and kissing my collar bone. I arched my back, our chests pressing together and creating friction as he moved in motion against my body.

I groaned as his hand pressed against the small of my back, lifting my mid section towards his in his attempt to give me red roses all over my body.

His lips had touched almost every part of my body before he pulled back and crawled up to lie next to me, his chest heaving at the same rapid pace as mine.

I grinned goofily and listened as the Tv as the words came out, "Okay, enough Fiona talk; look around, there's gotta be over a hundred drunk girls here, and we should be tryin' to have sex with every one of them."

I snorted and turned to look at Pogue, tapping his nose with my finger. He smirked, trailing a finger down my stomach to my navel and down my thigh. I grinned, biting my lip and kissed him again. He hitched my leg up over his hip and kissed me deeper than before.

I groaned as his fingers started to wander dangerously close to me, making my eyes glass over and mind start to buzz. The pleasure blinded me and I was making louder noises. I was in a completely different world now, colours spinning, sounds buzzing, loud sounds, sounds coming from my own mouth and Pogue's. But I couldn't see anything else, it was all like a fuzzy dream to me. Suddenly, there was a huge crack and everything stopped, like a bubble bursting in the sunlight.

Pogue leaned half off of me, his eyes wide as my breath came out in rushes. I frowned, "What happened?!"

He blinked, "I don't know, you tell me... you just blew up the TV!"

"I what?" I sat up quickly, looking over to the corner of the room where a hollow black box sat, glass shattered on the floor, smoke creeping out of the dark hole in the front. Books on the shelves were spread all over the floor, papers in shreds. My breath slowed and it was finally sounding normal, "I did that?"

He put a strand of hair behind my ear, "Rach... don't you remember anything?"



I frowned, trying to remember, but it was all filled with bright lights and infinite pleasure. I shook my head, "I- I don't know..."

He frowned, looking hard at me. I locked eyes with him and then he looked at the TV, his hair brushing over the tip of my nose and then looking back at me, "That was really weird. One moment we were kissing and the next, you moan my name and your eyes are black and the TV blows up."

I shook my head, "But... but I didn't mean to."

He crawled off me, turning his head towards the TV. The glass rose into the air, flying to the screen of the TV. The smoke dissolved and everything looked brand new, except for a black spot on the wall. I put a hand on his shoulder, "Let me," I shifted my eyes and the charcoal colour cleared, paper and books restoring themselves.

I bit my lip and ran my fingers through his hair as he sat on the corner of the bed, "Sorry..."

He sighed, his head bowed. He turned his head back finally and kissed my cheek quickly, "I don't know if that is normal Rach, and if that happens again, well..." he paused, "it could be something worse broken next time."

"Pogue-"

"Rachel," He pressed two fingers to my lips, "let me talk to Caleb. Seriously, if that happens again, god knows, one of us might be in the hospital."

I opened my mouth to argue, but to be honest, I had nothing left. He was right. Next time it could be the roof...