SilverRain1.3 - I think you have to get your mind out of the gutter. haha. No, I can see where you would think that, but it wasn't. And, I believe that Dora has the same effect on everyone that she has on Davey... except for maybe little children.

TheRedBandit - I know, I had to throw that little twist in there about Steve. I thought it made for an interesting plot line. And it will be interesting... I guarantee it.

Chapter 10: The List

Elle shut the door to her house and threw her purse and keys onto the counter. She had a really hard day at work and she just wanted to kick back and relax. She was thinking about a bubble bath but she didn't want to wait for the tub to fill up and all that. She was going to sit in the living room and watch some t.v.

She walked into the living to see Jude passed out on the couch. She rolled her eyes and walked down to the basement so she could watch some television. She got to the bottom of the stairs and saw David on the couch. She smiled and then noticed there were chips scattered about the floor by the t.v.

"Why are there potato chips on the floor?" She asked, standing beside the couch.

He looked up at her, "Dora did it."

She shook her head, "Uh-huh."

She sat next to him and he put his arm around her. He rubbed her shoulder and flipped the channel.

"So, how was work?"

She sighed. "Horrible. Did I mention how much I hate people?"

He laughed. "Believe it or not, you have."

"You always know how to make me laugh. Thanks." She said, kissing him.

He kissed her back, "You're welcome." He added, kissing her again.

Elle put her hands in David's back pockets and felt a piece of paper. She pulled it out and stopped kissing him.

"Not now!" David said.

"What's this?" Elle asked, opening it.

David looked and realized what she had. "No!"

Earlier that day,

David was sitting on the couch writing something down. Blink came out of his room and looked at David. He quirked an eyebrow at him and walked over.

"Dave? What are you doing?" Blink asked.

David didn't look up. "Nothing."

"Well, you're obviously doing something since you're writing away over here." Blink said.

"It's nothing."

Blink shook his head, snuck up behind David, and snatched the paper away from him. Blink looked at it and his mouth dropped. He couldn't believe what he was reading.

"David... is this a list of..." Blink said.

David took it back, "Fine, it's a list... of..."

"Of?" Blink asked.

"Of, how far... all of the guys have gotten." David said.

"You're a sick man David." Blink said. "Why are you making that?"

"I'm comparing everyone to me... and so far, the only people who haven't gotten any are me, Race, and believe it or not, Spot." David said.

"Spot? Really, no way lemme see." Blink said, taking it back.

He looked at it again. It read:

SEX and WHEN:

- Itey and Elise - 2 days after we got back

- Specs and Alison - 1 month after we got back

- Skittery and Katie - 1 month and 12 days after we got back

- Blink and Shelley - 4th of July

- Mush and Ariel - 2 weeks ago

NO SEX and WHY:

- David and Elle - Waiting until marriage (Elle's idea)

- Race and Izzy - Engagement to another man

- Spot and McKenna - Don't want to (McKenna's idea)

Blink smiled when he read his and Shelley's names. The 4th of July.

"That was the best night of my life... and boy were there fireworks." He smiled.

David looked at him. "It was the 4th of July, Blink. Of course there were fireworks."

Blink shrugged, "Anyway, why did you make this retched thing?" He asked.

"I don't know, I just wanted to know how come everyone else is getting it and I'm not. But, after asking people, I realized I'm not the only one. I mean I knew Race wasn't getting any because Izzy's living with another guy and that's a hard situation. But then I laughed when McKenna told me that her and Spot haven't done it." David said, laughing.

"It is quite funny. I hope you leave that thing here in your room." Blink said.

David laughed. He looked at his watch. "Crap! I have to go film. I totally forgot about it. Great! Hey, I'll talk to you later."

Blink watched him scramble around the loft getting his things. "What do you have to film for?"

"Oh, Mr. Garrison wants some footage of that festival going on. And he told me to do it. So, I'll see you later. I'll probably stop at Elle's for a bit. Bye!" David said, leaving.

"Bye." Blink said.

He got up and went to the phone. He dialed Shelley's number.

"Hey, babe. Are you busy? No? Good, come over and keep me company until I have to work." He said. "Alright. I'll see you in 30 minutes then. Okay, buh bye."

Present time,

"David! DAVID!" Elle shouted.

He looked at her, "Yeah?"

"What is this?" She asked, throwing the paper at him.

"It's a list." He said.

"Of what?" She persisted.

"Of..."

She stared at him and he swore he heard her growl.

"Of, howfartheguysgotwiththeirgirls." He said.

She shook her head and pointed up the stairs, "David, leave please."

He got his camera bag and walked over to her. "Elle, listen I-"

"David..." She said.

"I love you." He said, going up the stairs and leaving.

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"No, he's dead." Shelley said, taking some popcorn out of the bowl.

"No, he's not." Blink said.

"Blink, Richard Harris is dead." Shelley said.

"No, just because he hasn't done anything in a while doesn't mean he's dead." Blink said.

"Have you seen him in any other Harry Potter movies? Or any other movies for that matter?" Shelley asked.

"Okay, just because he hasn't done any work in a while doesn't mean he's dead. He could have just said that he's too old and can't act anymore." Blink said.

"I'll say he's old, the man's dead. He died in 2002, Blink." Shelley said.

Blink glared at her and Shelley's phone rang. She reached over and dug in her purse and flipped it open. "'Ello?"

"Shelley, it's Elle. I have to talk to you." Elle said.

Shelley put the phone on speaker and told Blink to be quiet. He was actually doing a good job except for the occasional crunch of popcorn coming from his mouth.

"Alright, what do you need to tell me?" Shelley asked.

"Are you at the loft?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Okay, Dave was just here. We were making out and I felt a piece of paper in his back pocket. So I pulled it out and it was the sickest thing I've ever read. It was a list of our names and how many of us has had sex and who hasn't." Elle said.

Blink spit out popcorn and Shelley hit him.

"Are you serious?" Shelley asked.

"Yes." Elle said.

"He told me he left that here." Blink managed, after choking for a moment.

"You knew about this list?" Shelley asked.

"Yeah, didn't he ask you about... oh no, he asked me... oh." Blink said, turning away from Shelley.

Shelley grabbed a handful of Blink's shirt and pulled him to her. "You didn't tell him about our sex lives did you?" She asked, through clenched teeth.

"No... I swear. He asked one question so I gave him one answer. I swear, I didn't say anything." Blink said, afraid.

She let him go and took the phone off speaker. "Elle, I'll talk to you later. No, David's not here. If I see him I'll let him know. Bye."

She hung up her phone and put it on the table. She turned to Blink. "What did you tell him?"

"He asked when we first had sex so I told him and he wrote it down. That's it, I swear." Blink said.

"Blink, it's none of his business when we did or didn't have sex." Shelley said, getting up.

"I didn't see any harm in it. It's not like I told him that you like to be tied up." Blink said.

"Blink, that's you." She said, walking over and standing in front of the window.

She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed. He walked over to her.

"Shelley, I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I told David about the 4th of July -" Blink said, getting cut off.

"What about the 4th of July?" Shelley asked, looking at him.

Blink stared at her. "The 4th of July, that was the night we first had... you know."

"No it wasn't." Shelley said.

"Yes it was." Blink said.

"No, it wasn't." Shelley said.

"Alright, then when was it?" Blink asked.

"It was on my birthday." Shelley said, smiling.

Blink thought back to Shelley's birthday, which was a few weeks after the boys got back. He smiled. "Yeah, I guess it was."

She nodded. He gave her a hug and kiss. "I'm sorry about everything."

"It's okay. You did tell David the wrong day so it doesn't matter anymore. But, do not tell him anything about our sex lives." Shelley said, wrapping her arms around him.

"Alright, I promise." He said, giving her a quick kiss. "I still think Richard Harris is alive."

Shelley rolled her eyes.

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Race sat in his hospital room twiddling his thumbs. The doctor was supposed to come in and tell him when he could go home. Hopefully it would be tomorrow.

There was a knock on the door and someone opened it. There stood Dr. Redmond in the doorway with his clipboard. Race looked at him with hope.

"Well, Mr. Higgins, it looks like you'll be leaving us tomorrow." Dr. Redmond said.

"YES!" Race rejoiced.

Dr. Redmond laughed. "Alright, calm down. Now, you remember how to put on the bandages I presume?"

Race nodded his head. "Yep."

"Alright then, now, here's what you can't do. You're not allowed to lift heavy things, do any strenuous work, or sleep on your wound. We've found that in some cases when people sleep on their wounds, the stitching often comes undone and they have to come back for a re-stitch." Dr. Redmond said. "I trust you won't do any of that."

Race nodded. "I promise."

"Alright, I'll just call someone to pick you up. Do you have any preference as to who I should call? Someone you live with perhaps?" Dr. Redmond said.

"Uhm... could you call Izzy... ah, Isabelle Lexington, please?" Race asked.

"I sure can. And we wish you a speedy recovery and we'll see you back here for your check up. Good bye Mr. Higgins." Dr. Redmond said, leaving the room.

"Good bye Dr. Redmond. YAY! I'M GOING HOME!!!" Race sang, and he jiggled in his bed.

Dr. Redmond came back in, "I almost forgot. Here are your pain pills in case you need them. Now, don't take them unless you truly need them. We don't want you overdosing on them. Please, read the warnings and good bye again."

Race took the bottle of pills and set them on the table next to him. He was just so happy he was going to be leaving. He couldn't wait until tomorrow so he could finally set his plan into motion.

He smiled mischievously. He really wondered how long it had been since Mr. and Mrs. Hawthorne had seen their two loving sons, Parker and C.J. Adams.