First one in Asshole's point of view; it was really fun to write!

S'funny actually... There's a boy in a few of my classes and a short while after writing this fiction, we now have like, the EXACT same relationship. When he comes over to me, he nudges me and will be like, "Bitch..." or "Hey bitch..." and right back, "What's up Asshole?" It's hilarious! :) And really cool. (Yes, we're friends)

Reid's POV –Sunday Afternoon-

"And just like that, you told her? Are you a total moron?! Do you value your manhood at all?! This is Rachel we're talking about! The Dominatrix Queen!" I spat at Pogue as he backed out of the drive way. He gave me a stern, yet surprised look and I shrugged.

Jimmy, Danny and Mikey stood on the front porch, the four year old, seven year old and twelve year old waving at me. They were always called my mini-me's. Kinda creepy in a way that Twisties shouldn't turn green in chlorine pools. (Never actually tried that)Toni was inside probably texting one of her five boyfriends and trying on her new hookers outfit. I swear to god, one day she'll die of STD/STI infections. Bitch.

My family was big, mom smoking ten packs a day and dad working all night, aunty helping with her two children Cassandra and Riley, living out back while Uncle Joe was renovating… or had been for the past three years.

We struggled for dollars, but then again, I helped out every once and a while. Nothing better than the old disappearing magic trick.

"I don't know, it just felt like the time."

"Dude! It's never the time! You don't say stuff like that if you think she's a keeper!" I scoffed, turning up the radio.

Pogue turned it down again, glaring, "You know, Garwin, there's a thing called 'trust' and 'honesty' in relationships. Especially if they're a keeper."

"Never heard of them," I opened a pack of chips and dug in, my cheeks bulging with them.

"So what? You lie to Alex all the time then?"

"Never said that," I mumbled, crumbs falling onto my lap.

"Hey! This isn't my car!" He grabbed the packet and put them in the back, eyes still on the road. I had my eyes narrowed on him, and before he put his hand back on the wheel, the packet was floating back out to me.

"See, I'm so sexy, the chips can't stay away. I don't need all that honesty bullshit," I shrugged and looked passionately at my chips, "I'm just so attractive."

"Keep dreaming, little boy."

"Shut up, you've got nothing to complain about!"

"Hey! You want to start this?" Parry was being distractive.

"So the bitch is pissed at you?"

"Don't call her that..." He mumbled.

"AH! So you love the girl? On'ya. And by that defensive tone, I'm guessing your planning to apologize and get into her pants one more time for the makeup sex? Classy, Parry, real classy."

He gave me a disgusted face and i grinned. "Garwin, you honestly give the worst advice of the twenty first century!"

"Ah! But i give the only advice of the twenty... first? Hey, how the hell does that 

work? Who decided on a number?" Pogue rolled his eyes and I started again, "Well she hasn't murdered you yet. That's gotta be something."

"Finally," Parry rolled his eyes, "Advice that I've already though about, but is coming out useful from your mouth. Amazing."

"Hey! I can go straight over there and throw her around a bit! You know I will, if she needs sense knocked into her!"

"Dude, she's going to burn the house if you shove it in her face."

"Who said I will shove it in her face?!" I shot. Pogue rolled his eyes and shook his head. I smirked, "I'll wipe it on her shirt instead."

"She'll make you sleep outside."

"Do you think I'd care?" I raised an eyebrow. "Ol' brave and mighty Reid Gar-"

"Don't think so highly of yourself, people might expect a small package."

"Asshole, stop talking about my penis like it's the size of yours!" I hit him over the head but he hit me back, so it was sort of a rumble in the front seat plus trying to drive at the same time.

"Alright, look, so I screwed up-"

"Oh hey! That reminds me," I held onto the handle on the roof of the car and looked at Pogue, "Didja get in her pants yet? What colour panties?"

"Dude!" Pogue slapped my thigh and I made a face with my reaction. I waited for a moment. Pogue sighed, "I can't believe out of all people I have to be having this conversation with you."

"Hey! At least I'm no Caleb and asked if you used protection and if you cleaned up afterwards and…. Oh dude, where'd you do it?"

"You ask like the answer's positive."

"Oh but I can already tell it is!" I paused, "Oh fuck, you didn't infect her with the plague of pregnancy did you?! You know what that stress can do to a man!"

He rolled his eyes, "She's on the pill. I saw them in the cabinet. Otherwise I probably wouldn't have-"He stopped himself short, eyes widening and then snapping to the road.

A very slow smirk spread over my face, "So you did fuck her."

"Hey!"

"What?!" I raised my hands in surrender, "How was it?"

"Good? Great? I don't know, why do you need to?"

"Because it's my business to tell her to get better...-because she sucks."

"The hell it is," Pogue growled. "She doesn't suck-" I cocked my eyebrow and his cheeks got red.

Ah, the sweet satisfaction of prying information out of them. It was all too easy, "So you two are experimentive, huh? That must be fun."

"Shut up, I'm done talking about this." Pogue snapped and turned up the radio. This time I turned it down.



"There's nothing to be embarrassed of, honestly I'd give you a high-five."

"Well I don't want to touch your grimy hands anyways. Been thinking of Alex lately?" Pogue said, eyes on the road, joking tone.

"Yeah.. smell my fingers," I reached towards his face and both of us laughed, him whacking my hand away lightly. I sighed, "So you told her and you're in deep shit. She'll forgive you… just give her time,"

"To think?" He sighed.

"No, you four headed dick." I rolled my eyes, "Give her time and she won't be able to last without you. Dude, the son's have the strongest sex appeal ever. Girls just want to throw themselves at us left and right," I grinned. (So true...)

"I'm not too sure about that. Caleb?" Pogue suggested.

"Ah!" I waved a hand, "I stole his sex appeal, so he has none left." We both laughed, "Dude, he's just gotta find a chick that'll put up with him." Pogue grunted in response to that and I had nothing more to say. …yet.

-

It was evening by the time we went up a dusty drive way and the sun set was actually kinda cool, like fire really, my eyes roaming all over the colours with fascination, almost hypnotised.

"…Alex in a bikini," Pogue said and my head snapped around.

"Huh?"

"Glad that I got your attention now," Pogue rolled his eyes and turned off the car, looking towards the house, "Do you think it's safe to go in?"

I frowned at it, one of the lights on in the living room but no others. I looked down at myself and peeled off my white shirt, balling it up in my hand.

"What are you doing?" Pogue frowned, leaning slowly away from me.

I looked at him stupidly, "I'm gunna rape you, now take of your shirt- no stupid, I'm being prepared." I climbed out of the car and Pogue followed. I grabbed my bag and walked towards the front door, letting a little of the scrunched up shirt slip from between my fingers. I opened the door with my foot as it wasn't fully closed anyways and waved my hand a little in the air, "White flag…"

"You're kidding," Pogue muttered behind me, keys jingling from his fingers.

I walked into the small house and Alex came out of the bathroom, her hair wet and curling, towel around herself. Rachel came out behind her, a pair of shorts in one hand.

"REID!" Alex squealed and I braced myself for impact of my small girlfriend.

Pogue's POV –Sunday Night-

Alex was like a girl on a rollercoaster ride. She screamed and jumped into his arms, but Reid was all too welcoming, gluing his face to hers like she was a pillow or something. As their double figure moved slowly to the side, Rachel and my eyes connected. I dropped mine first and shoved my hands in my pockets.

Alex pulled back, breathing heavily and hoisted up her towel a little more. Thank 

god.

"Pogeybear, hey!" Alex hugged me quickly and stiffly. Had Rachel told her? "Um, well, boys will be boys and you are both probably hungry so… we're planning on getting dinner out tonight."

"Like a double date," Rachel murmured sickly cold.

There was silence, so I was guessing we all knew. Reid clapped his hands and rubbed them together, "Alrighty then, oh hey bitch, nice place, for a dump- get dressed Baby-Girl, we're going out!"

She squeaked again and jumped back into the bathroom. "RACHEL! I love the shorts! Thank you! But I need them on my bootie before I go out!" She yelled from the bathroom.

Rachel rolled her eyes and threw the jeans into the bathroom and then disappeared to her bedroom. Sigh. Tonight was going to be hell, or as hot as. This place didn't even have a fire extinguisher.