Author's Note: Much thanks to Sphinx005 and Spikeyhairgood. Just to specify something for Sphinx005, Colleen liked Scooter from the begining, since the night that she stayed up with him and Julie, I think you got confused.

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Chapter 14: Breaking

"Hi," Connie smiled walking out to where Guy was standing, later that night.

"Hi," he said, "Ok, let's get a look," she laughed and held up her hand. "Whoa, it's big Connie."

"Yeah," she laughed, "One of the benefits of the whole him being totally loaded thing." She looked down. "Guy,"

"Connie," He looked at her.

"We still haven't talked about it," she sighed.

"You and Rick?" He dodged, knowing what she actually wanted to talk about, "I think we've talked that one to death."

"Guy, I'm serious," she sighed.

"What's to talk about?" He said, "It is what it is Connie."

"Was it because of me?" She asked. She'd been thinking about it for four years.

"Oh Connie," he shook his head, "No, if anything you made me not want to," He reached out and touched her cheek, she smiled, "I love you so much, I never wanted to hurt you, I still don't, which is why,"

"You won't do anything with Gary?" She said.

"And here we go again," He sighed.

"It's incredibly obvious how much you two like each other," she said. "And while I deeply appreciate this whole let's not hurt Connie thing, I can take it. Fuck it, Guy, I'm engaged now."

"I don't like Gary, Connie," He sighed.

"You don't?" She asked, "Really, not just saying that?"

"I don't like him," Guy shook his head, "I'm fairly sure I'm in love with him."

"That's better!" She said and hugged him, "That's so much better."

"No," he said, "No it's not. Because Gary will say that it's just because he was my first."

"Technically, I was your first," Connie said defensively.

"My first man," Guy corrected himself. "You can't tell him."

"No," she sighed, "I won't, but you should. Is that why you've been around so much lately?" He nodded. "I figured, but I was just checking"

"You can't tell Julie either," Guy held up a finger, and Connie dropped her jaw, "I'm serious!"

"Now you're just not being fair!" She said, "I have to tell someone."

"You can tell Rick," Guy said, "he is your fiancé after all." She smiled. "What are you so happy about?"

"That word, fiancé," She closed her eyes, "I have a fiancé."

"Yes," he laughed, "You have a fiancé. I'm happy for you." He put his arm around her, and she lowered her head onto his shoulder.

"I appreciate that," she smiled. "Love you Guy."

"Love you too," he kissed her head.

"Hey," Colleen looked back and saw Scooter jogging to catch her as she walked down the beach.

"Hey," she smiled. "Big night huh?"

"Yeah," he laughed, "God, I never thought Rick would be getting married first. He was always such a dick when it came to women."

"He just needed to find the right one," Colleen smiled. "You'll find her." She blushed and looked down.

"Yeah," he nodded, "Listen, Col," she looked over at him, "How do you like Hamptons?"

"It's kind of cool," she nodded, "This guy from my acting class is having a party tonight. I figured I'd stop by."

"That's good," he said, "He's your age?"

"He's a little older," she nodded, "Like twenty three." He laughed. She smiled, "You know I like never see any one my own age anymore. Even when I do hang out with like people from class or work, it feels like they just," she sighed, "I don't know, it's like everything is just about sex, who's having sex with who, who used to have sex,"

"And we're not like that?" He laughed.

"No," she shook her head, "with you guys its more about relationships," she explained, "Like you and Julie for instance, I mean, you guys had sex right?"

"Yes," he nodded, "We did."

"Right, but that wasn't all there was to it," she said.

"No, we were always really good friends too," he nodded. "And pretty in love, at least for a while. Now I get it." They kept walking, quietly, not the awkward kind of quiet, but a comfortable intimate silence.

"Scooter," she stopped, he looked down at her. "I, um, what's going on with us?"

"Colleen," he shook his head, "I'm not sure. I mean, you're twenty two," he sighed.

"And you're thirty," she nodded, "And we're in two completely different places, I mean, you want to get married!" She shook her head.

"And the word marriage, that sends you running right," she looked down. "That's a yes. Go to your party," he smiled, "Have fun."

"I don't want to go to that party," she sighed, "And I really like you," he smiled, leaned down and kissed her. She weaved her hands around his neck deepening the kiss. "Mm," she whimpered pulling out. "No, we can't."

"You're right," he sighed, "I'm sorry," she kissed him, "Colleen," they broke apart, "This is wrong,"

"Oh totally," she said, as they gravitated towards each other again, he started in on her neck and jawline, "I mean, for all the reasons we just talked about, oh God," she sighed, "That feels nice." She kissed him again, his hands riding down onto her ass, pulling her into him. They lowered down onto the sand.

Julie stood out on the deck a drink in her hand watching the waves. Dean came behind her, wrapped his arms around her waist and started kissing her neck, pushing her blonde hair behind her shoulder.

"Hi there," she smiled. "You're very friendly."

"Mm," he nodded, "You know what a night like this one makes me think of?"

"Dean," she laughed, as he turned her around and started kissing her, "Not tonight."

"Come on," he laughed, "I think the bathroom's free," he pulled her close and kissed her deeply. She smiled and pulled out. "Really not tonight huh?"

"I'm not in the mood for tile under me," she laughed, "Can we talk?"

"Are we capable, yes," he nodded. She giggled, "Yes, we can talk," He took her hand and walked over to a chair, and settled down, she sat on his lap. "What's up?"

"Things are good with us right?" She asked. "I mean, we've been back together for a while and things are good."

"Yeah," he smiled, "I'd say we're pretty beyond good, actually, but that's just me."

"And I know you don't like to talk a lot about it," she smiled, "But I've been thinking about us, and what we're doing, and especially now that Connie and Rick are going to get married,"

"You looking for a ring too?" He smiled, lifting their palms up and then weaving their fingers together.

"No," she said shaking her head. "I mean, I know I'm not ready for that, and I definitely don't think we are. I was thinking, though, maybe we should move in together." He kissed her. "What does that mean?"

"Your place or mine," He smiled.

"Really!" She said excitedly, "You mean it?"

"Really," he nodded, "But seriously, I think my place is better, being that it lacks room mates."

"True," she smiled, and kissed him. "Thank you."

"It's nothing," he laughed, "So now that we had our talk, how about the bathroom?" He raised his eyebrows.

"One track mind Portman," she rolled her eyes, standing up.

"Wow," Colleen said, laying her head back into the sand after. "Just wow."

"Yeah," Scooter said, "I don't think I've had sex like that since college."

"I don't think I've had sex like that since ever," she laughed, running fingers through her hair, catching her breath. "I mean, that was incredible, I've never, most guys don't make that kind of effort," She kissed him.

"Most girls don't have that kind of reaction," He laughed.

"Well," she smiled, as he pulled his pants back on, "You would probably know better." She kissed him.

"And we're back," he sighed, "This gap in our experience."

"I'm willing to be taught," she smiled and kissed him.

"Mm," he nodded, pulling away, "I'm not so sure I'm willing to teach," she sighed, and stood up and started walking back. "Colleen, I really do think you're great," He followed her, "But I just don't think that you're ready,"

"For what?" She looked at him, "For a relationship with you?"

"Well, yeah," he said, "You're just a kid, Colleen."

"Five minutes ago you didn't feel that way," she smiled and kissed him again.

"Five minutes ago you had your legs wrapped around me and were shouting for me to give it to you," he said, "You don't like to think that the girl who's doing that is eight years younger than you."

"What's eight years?" She shrugged. "So you're thirty, I'm twenty two. When I was twenty, you were twenty eight."

"When I was twenty, you were twelve," He said, "Oh God, you hadn't even hit puberty yet. That's disgusting."

"I hit puberty early," she smiled and kissed him, he pulled away. "So, that's it. We have sex, really, really great sex, but nothing else happens?"

"I'm not denying that it was great sex Col," he sighed, "Or that I like you, a lot. It's just, it wouldn't work,"

"No, you're right it wouldn't," she sighed, "Fine, whatever, I'm going back to the house, and then to that party," she walked away, "See you later."

"Dean," Julie giggled, "Dean, come on, it's not going to be the same as," He kissed her, "We really shouldn't, someone could come in,"

"That's why it's so fun," He laughed, "Julie," he smiled, undressing her and kissing her breasts, "I love you, I'm gonna make you so happy baby."

"Mm," She squeaked, pulling him down to the floor on top of her. "Dean, at least lock the door, please?"

"Do I know you? Or do I know you?" He smiled, "Already taken care of." She smiled up at him and kissed him. "Now, what do you want?" He asked her, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You know," she whispered, staring into his eyes. "You know exactly what I want." He kissed her again and she closed her eyes and surrendered to him.

"Hey," Connie said sitting down next to Rick, "Where should we get married? Because, like our life is in New York, but wouldn't it be sorta sweet to go back to Minnesota and do it there?"

"Hm," he nodded, "That would be sorta sweet."

"But you know what else would kick ass," She smiled, "A destination wedding! Like a beach in the Caribbean, or a Castle in France or Ireland!"

"Mm," he smiled and kissed her, "You are getting ahead of yourself. Do you like the ring?" He took her left hand and held it up.

"I love the ring," she smiled, "But it's so big. People are going to think that you're compensating," she straddled him, "And I know, for a fact that that is not true," she kissed him. "I know, that you have nothing to compensate for, because it may be the most spectacular one I've ever seen."

"Alright," he nodded, "If that's the case, I will buy you a tiny speck of a diamond tomorrow."

"Don't you dare," she whispered, "If we're getting married it shouldn't matter what anyone else thinks of your penis Rick."

"This is true," he nodded. "You don't think it's too big, like tacky too big?"

"Who cares if it's tacky?" She smiled, "I'm just scholarship trash, remember?" He rolled her over, and kissed her deeply.

"You were the hottest piece of scholarship trash I had ever seen," he covered her mouth with his, she pulled away from him, smiled playfully, and slipped out from underneath him, and giggled her way to the stairs. "Moreau, what are you doing?"

"I got you something too," she said, "I mean, I didn't realize that we'd be engaged, but I think you'll like it, I'll be right back." He followed after her and grabbed her waist.

"Is this something, small and lacey," he smiled, "maybe red?"

"Black," she said, "Red is tacky."

"Mm," he nodded, kissing her neck, "My girlfriend in high school used to wear red."

"Your girlfriend in high school was a tacky, tacky, tramp" Connie shook her head. "Didn't she cheat on you with Luis Mendoza?"

"She did at that," he nodded. "Among others, actually, we both did a lot of cheating."

"Good thing there's none of that going on here," she smiled and kissed him.

"No," he said, "You are all the woman I can handle."

"Babies!" She squealed and turned around. "Are we going to have babies, Rick?"

"Me talking sexy to you makes you think of having babies?" He asked confused.

"My brain is a scary place," she smiled. "Are we going to have babies?"

"Do you want to have babies Connie?" He asked. She nodded, "Then certainly we are going to have babies. However, unless we have sex, we can't have babies. So,"

"Wait here," she smiled and kissed him again, "I will be right back."

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