It was gone. Gone. G-O-N-E. Not there anymore. Her V-Card was stolen. Well, not stolen. She let him take it. She didn't remember him asking, though. Roger always told her, being the protective older brother figure, to make sure she was careful with her decisions. And her mother? Her mother always told her that once you make that big decision, of doing 'the grown up', you can't go back to holding hands.

But, what about Maureen's case? They didn't even have a holding hands stage. Hell, they weren't even dating. She didn't even know if they WERE going to date. Ah, fuck. This was not good. Not good at all. She had a feeling she was going to go and regret this later, but, she wasn't really worrying about that right now. She was asleep, the pain in between her legs slowly dying down.

After they're little sexcapades, Chris and Maureen fell asleep, cuddling. His arm was wrapped around her waist and her hand was holding onto his. However, the sound of knocking on the door woke both Chris and Maureen up. "Come in," Chris said and yawned afterwards, seeing his brother standing there, smirking. He stood up and looked at Maureen, who's shirt was not on and neither was her skirt. "Time to go?" he asked.

His brother nodded. "Yeah. She's a pretty one. Don't screw this up, Chris." He shook his head and chuckled before leaving.

Maureen smirked with a blush and looked at Chris. "What time is it?" she questioned and got up, looking around for her shirt and skirt. Unfortunately, she couldn't' find them.

"Holy shit! It's one!" Chris exclaimed and stood up, feeling something in his boxers. He pulled it out. Eureka! Maureen's shirt! Wow, that was kind of awkward. "I don't know how it got there, but here's your shirt," he said and grinned, handing it over to her. He didn't know it was going to go this far. He didn't want it to go that far. But, Maureen kept going and going and going. And I mean, look at her. How could he say no?

Maureen took it, blushing, yet again. How freaking embarrassing?! "Thanks," she stated and found her skirt on the lamp. She pulled it on and looked around. "Don't drop me off at my house. I have to go to Roger's," she told him and slipped her shoes on.

Chris nodded and automatically asked, "Are you two dating, or something? I mean, you're always around and he always has his arm around you and stuff."

Maureen choked on air and shook her head quickly. "Me and Roger? No. No. No. Noooo." She waved her hands and continued to shake her head. "I've known him since kindergarten. I couldn't ... yeah, no. Its like Batman going out with Robin. Just, no." She giggled at her analogy. Clearly, she would be Batman, because, well, she IS cooler than Roger. Duh. Duh. DUH.

Chris nodded. "Good," he started and walked slowly over to Maureen, a smirk on his face. "Because I like having my girls all to my self." DAMN, this boy had balls. And the ability to make Maureen got weak at the knees. He kissed her, gently and pulled back, smiling. "C'mon, lets get you to Robin's house."

Maureen giggled. How the fuck did he know that I wanted to be Batman!? God. She smirked. "Alright." She started to walk out of the bedroom and looked around to see people passed out on the floor. She giggled and looked back at him, taking his hand and walking down the stairs. "I'm happy we didn't get that wasted." She smirked. "Or else I wouldn't have remembered anything that happened tonight." And let me tell you, it's something she wanted to remember.

"Me too," Chris said and kissed her cheek from behind. "Me too." He smiled and walked her all the way to his car and opened her door. "Off to Roger's," he stated before getting in and driving off, the Beatles blasting through the speakers again. It was officially. Maureen could never listen to the Beatles again without thinking of Chris.

Soon enough, they pulled up to Roger's house and Maureen looked at Chris before unhooking her seatbelt. "I had fun tonight," she stated, giggling.

Chris put his hand on her cheek and nodded. "Yeah, me too." He leaned in and gave her a soft kiss on the lips before pulling back and unlocking the doors. "I'll call you tomorrow. And then we can plan another little outing," he said, lightly chuckling.

Maureen smirked and nodded. "Bye, Chris," she stated before getting out of the car, and seeing Chris drive off into the darkness. She looked around and immediately hit her head. "What the FUCK was I thinking?" Noooowwww, it hit her that she done something stupid. She ran to Roger's backyard, and saw the cellar door. She opened on of them and went down those stairs before shutting it behind her.

Galloping down the rest, Maureen looked around, seeing Roger on the couch, watching television and eating snacks. "Roger. Roger. ROOOGGGEEEEER," Maureen squealed and walked over to him, sitting down on his lap. "Do I looook different?" She questioned. Even if she DID slightly regret it, she was going to come off like she didn't. She didn't want Roger's fist flying into Chris's head. That would not be good.

Roger groaned and looked at her, shaking his head. "Uh, no. You still look skanky," he stated before feeling Maureen's back hand on his shoulder. He chucked. "Okay, okay, okay. But, no. You look the same … why?" He was afraid to know the answer.

Letting out an aggravated sigh, Maureen looked at Roger. "Am I glowing?"

"Maureen, you aren't a fucking light bulb. Why the FUCK would you be glowing?" Its time like these, Maureen had to remind herself why she's friends with Roger so she wouldn't slap him across the face for being so stupid.

The young diva took a deep breath and smirked. "They always say you glow after your first time," she recalled before taking and chip and eating it.

Roger's eyes widened. "You FUCKED the boy?! Oh, my John Lennon. I want details." The young rocker paused as his eyes got all squinty. "Okay, that sounded perverted. But, I mean … okay, fuck it. Tell me what happened! Like, where did it happen?"

Maureen smirked. She told Roger everything and didn't feel weird about it at all. And apparently neither did Roger, he kept telling her to go on after the fucking ending. At the complete end, Maureen smirked and laid her head on Roger's lap, smiling a little. "It was great," she whispered and felt Roger's fingers go through her head. "And I'm still a little bit tipsyyyy," she sang, smiling. She was so pleased with Roger's reaction. She thought he was about to scream at her.

But, how can you scream when you're extremely jealous? Yeah, Roger Davis was indeed jealous. He has secretly loved Maureen ever since they met, which was in preschool. And, he always dreamed of them being each other's first. Now that the damage has been done on Maureen, he could go and fuck whoever he wanted. But, that's not what he wanted. He wanted his first time to mean something. And it'd mean the world to him if it was with Maureen. But, he'd never say that outloud. Nuh uh. He's too manly. "Okay, miss non-virgin, I say you go to bed." He stood up, and pulled her up afterwards. "I have clean pajamas in the dryer. Come back over here and we'll sleep together." He paused again. "You know what I mean."

The rest of the night, Roger didn't sleep at all. He and Maureen were on the couch, cuddling. CUDDLING. And he couldn't do anything at all. He thought about telling her how he felt. But, that would be to forward. And, he might seem like he's jst trying to get in her pants, if you think about it. I mean, Maureen just lost her virginity and then Roger goes and says he has always loved her? Yeah. Not good. So, he just decided to keep that to himself.

A/N: Guuuys! I so realized that I'm dragging this out. And I'm sorry. But, you'll get the hang of what's REALLY supposed to be happening in the next two chapters. I'm going to like skip ahead and stuffs. (: And I have a feeling there's LOTS of spelling errors. Its right before school and I can't really see. xD So, bare with the errors.

3; Laurennn.

ps, thanks for the niiiiice reviews:D