(PJ's POV)

Of course, I knew it must be one of the guys, so I wasn't surprised when I opened the door and Mike whizzed passed me, yapping to Brando about some chick he met.

"Dude, she was hot!" He went on to expand on his story of how he met her and blah, blah, blah.

"Dude, did she even look at you?" I asked.

"Oh yeah, of course. Chicks love me."

I just gave him a look.

"Fine," he admitted. "So, she didn't look at me per se. But you could totally tell she was in to me."

"No wonder you never get laid," Brendan pointed out. Very true.

Bobby and Kenny showed up soon after Mike and then the game began.

I kind of tuned out as the guys talked about Mike's imaginary girlfriend, Kenny's nonexistent girlfriend, and Bobby's potential girlfriends.

"PJ?" I snapped out of my daydream and turned to Bobby, who was the one who spoke.

"What?" I asked.

"You've been kinda spacing out. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Just kind of have a lot on my mind." Plus I was freakin' out about giving something away about me and Brando.

The apartment door opened and Andy greeted us with a, "'Sup" before collapsing on the couch.

"Hey, dude? Why don't you come play some poker?" I asked.

"Yeah, just let me rest…" his voice drifted off and pretty soon he was asleep.

I glanced at the guys.

"I'll grab his wallet," Brando volunteered.

"I'll deal him in," Kenny said.

Within the next couple hours, Andy was down fifty bucks. Not surprising. He's fallen asleep on us at least once every week. You'd think he'd have learned better by now.

My brother jolted awake a few hours later and asked sleepily, "How long was I out?"

I shrugged. "Long enough for you to be down fifty bucks."

"Damn." He got up lazily and settled into the game finally.

"So, how's Meredith," I asked.

"Horrible," he lied. "She's got me cleaning out the garage tomorrow."

I shot him a questioning look but let him use the "Meredith" excuse once again.

Just then Stephanie breezed through the door, just as excited as she'd been that morning.

"So, Peej?" She asked, pulling up a chair next to Kenny. "Got any ideas of who to bring to Italy?"

My gaze lingered on Brendan a little too long as I said, "Steph, you just told me this morning."

"Well, yeah, I know. But a lot can happen in one day," she said nonchalantly.

"You found someone already?" I knew she was hiding something.

She broke into a grin. "His name is Lance and he is perfect!"

Kenny interrupted our girl talk to ask, "Wait. You two are going to Italy?"

Stephanie quickly explained everything and then added, "And too bad for you, 'cause none of you guys are going."

Bren laughed and tried to pass it off as a cough. Luckily, no one noticed.

"Oh come on!" Kenny complained. He turned to me. "Whatta ya say, Peej? You'd take me to Italy, right?"

I laughed and sipped my beer before saying, "Sorry, dude. You're just not special enough."

Mike laughed. "Yeah, Kenny! 'Cause she's totally taking me!" He looked at me expectantly.

I shook my head. "Sorry dude. You're not special enough either."

"Oh come on! You're not taking Brando are you?"

I choked on my beer and started coughing.

Bobby slapped my back and once I had come up for air he asked, "Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah, fine. Just choked a little."

Stephanie was looking at me questioningly and I started panicking. "Uh, Peej?" She asked. "Can I talk to you for a minute?"

"Sure," I said warily and stood up. Bren looked at me but didn't say anything.

Steph grabbed my arm and pulled me into the kitchen. "Is there something going on between you and Brando?" She demanded.

"W-What makes you say that?" I asked unconvincingly.

She rolled her eyes at me. "You've been looking at each other all night, and you practically killed yourself with that beer when Mike suggested you bringing Brando to Italy! Even though none of the other guys can figure it out, I can. What happened?"

I sighed. "Okay, so you know how we told everyone we made out in college?"

She nodded.

"Okay, well, we talked about it last night, and he told me that he really liked me back then…"

"Go on."

"And I was getting myself a drink in the kitchen when…"

She looked at me with anticipation.

I couldn't stop the goofy grin that crossed my face as I said, "He kissed me."

Her face changed to an expression of shock. "Really!?" She whispered. "Brando?" I mean, we weren't far from the poker game. "Hold on, let's finish this up in your room."

I couldn't agree more as we made our way to my plain, comfortable bedroom. Unlike Brando's, which is a total mess and covered with band posters and pictures of various sports teams, mine is pretty simple. A picture of my family and an autographed Cubs jersey are my only decorations.

Stephanie sat down on my bed and demanded, "Okay, so then what happened?"

"Well, after that, I realized I really liked him, and well, I ended up sleeping in his bed last night."

"You mean-?"

"No! We didn't sleep together, we just you know… shared a bed. He's really cuddly, ya know."

She breathed out a sigh of relief. "Thank God! I'd have nightmares for weeks if it was… the other thing." She blinked a couple of times and then asked, "So you really like him?"

There was that stupid grin again but all I did this time was nod.

Steph smiled. "Awww, that's so sweet! Is he really as immature as he seems?"

I shrugged. "Aren't we all somewhat immature?"

"Fair enough. So, when are you planning on telling everyone else?"

"Never?" I said meekly.

She just shot me "The Look".

I sighed. "Bren wants to tell 'em in a week."

This time she rolled her eyes and I sighed. "Okay! Fine, what do you think we should do, Miss Relationship-Know-It-All?"

She grinned. "I think you should tell 'em now, while everyone's here."

"B-but… why?" I sputtered.

She shrugged. "Better to get it out of the way, rather than having to sneak around for forever."

"Not for forever," I said defensively.

She gave me The Look again. "Peej, I know you. You'll never tell them."

She was right. "I guess you're right. But what do I say to them? I mean, how will they react?"

Another eye roll. "Like idiots, of course. But what does it matter. They'll have to accept it eventually."

"Well, yeah… but I'm not even sure if Brando and I are really together yet. I mean, we only kissed last night."

"Why don't you talk to him? Wait here. I'll go get him!"

"Wait!" I protested, but it was too late. She was already out the door.

Brando appeared in the doorway a couple minutes later. "Hey Peej, what's up?"

"Steph knows," I said.

He laughed and stepped into my room, closing the door behind him. "Kinda figured that much. Why else would she have ushered me in here so urgently?"

I managed a nervous laugh and told him quietly, "She thinks we should tell 'em."

"Yeah, I know. I thought we agreed on-"

I cut him off. "Tonight. Right now!" I was freaking out!

Brando must have noticed because he walked over and took me in his arms. "Hey, it's okay. We don't have to tell 'em 'til you're ready, Peej. It's all up to you."

I calmed down a little as I rested my head on his shoulder. "I don't know. I mean… are we even officially together?"

"Do you want to be?" He asked gently.

I hesitated and then nodded.

He stepped away so he could look me in the eye and said, "P.J. Franklin, would you be my girlfriend?"

I couldn't stop the stupid grin from creeping back, and neither could he as I nodded and said, "Of course."

He was just leaning down to kiss me when someone pounded on the door and demanded, "What the hell are you two doing in there? Are you still playing?" It was Kenny.

We both suppressed laughs. "We'll be right out, Kenny!" I said.

Brando looked at me and asked, "So, you wanna tell 'em?"

Once again, I hesitated. But Steph's voice kept repeating in my head and after a minute of thinking, I had my answer.


A/N: Thank you my faithful readers, for your patience. My computer was down for like a month and I was having a little difficulty with this chapter. But eventually, I sorted it out! I'm really happy about the response I've gotten for this, 11 reviews! This is something, considering the other 3 fics on here are PJ/Bobby and only have a combined total of 4 Reviews! Anyhoo, also, a big thanks to padfootsprincess02 for giving me the idea for the conversation at poker night. =]

Disclaimer: My sister has told me numerous times that I should be a writer for this show, but so far, it hasn't happened. Lol. For now, I'm just a fanfic author who owns nothing! =[