I finished my food before the episode of Mickey Mouse was over, so I waited until it was done before going to check on my clothes, just for good measure. Once it was over I got up and threw my plate away and put my fork in the sink, then washed my hands and went to go check on my clothes. Once I was to the dryer I saw that it was finished, so I had to rummage through the men's clothing in which my clothes were hiding in. Once I had my underclothing, I headed back upstairs to the bathroom to change. Once I was finished with getting dressed and pulling on my socks, I brushed my teeth once again, just to get the egg off.

I smiled at my reflection then headed out of the bathroom and decided to look for my brother, if he was still even here. I walked into the kitchen to find Darry leaning against the counter eating eggs.

"Hey, Dare, do you know where Steve is?" I asked, putting my hands on my hips. He nodded and swallowed his food.

"Uh, yeah. He's in the dining room with Soda." I nodded to him, mumbling a thanks before going into the next room, which is the dining room. As soon as I walked in, I was greeted by the sight of Soda and Steve sitting across from each other, arm wrestling. They both seemed very concentrated. So concentrated, in fact, that they didn't even notice me walk in the room. Well, I'm just going to have to take advantage of this. I slowly walked up behind Steve, wondering how Soda didn't see me since he was positioned right at me. I quietly walked to the spot that was right next to them at the end of the table, then quickly slammed both of my fists down onto the table, startling both of them. Well, Steve seemed to be more in shock, so just when he was about to say something, Soda took this opportunity to slam Steve's hand down onto the table. Steve cried out and cringed slightly at the pain in his hand, bringing it up to his chest and rubbing it with his left hand.

"Hey guys!" I chimed as if I didn't do anything wrong. Soda continued to stare at Steve's hand in victory, while Steve looked up to glare at me.

"Dammit, Lil. You made me lose!" He exclaimed. I pretended to be hurt. I grabbed my chest and placed a fake hurt look on my face.

"What? Well I would never, Steve!" I exclaimed. He just rolled his eyes and stood up. "Wait, Steve, where are you going?" I asked. He looked at me, slightly annoyed.

"I'm done playing." He said. I stared at him.

"But I wanted to play against you!" I whined. He rolled his eyes.

"Play with Soda!" He said, gesturing towards Soda. I turned to Soda, who was looking at Steve. I looked back at Steve.

"But I don't want to!" I said, continuing to whine. Steve sighed.

"Well then I guess you don't get to play." He said, then walked out. I let out a huff of breath, ready to leave, when Soda spoke up.

"Do you not want to play me because you know you'll lose?" He asked. I turned towards him to see that annoyingly beautiful smirk on his face. I glared at him.

"No. I know that I could beat you anytime." I stated, crossing my arms. He leaned back and did the same, that smirk still plastered across his face.

"Then why won't you play me?" He asked. I just rolled my eyes and decided to ignore his question and leave. Just before I was able to take my first step, I heard it. The noise. The noise no one ever wants to be compared to; the chicken noises. I balled my fists up and turned around to look a Soda, who was making chicken noises and flapping his elbows around like they were wings. He paused for a moment.

"So, you're saying that you're a... a... A chicken?" He questioned, then continued to flap his arms and make chicken noises. I glared down at him. Oh, it's on now, jerk.

I quickly sat down in the seat across from him where Steve had been sitting and put my arm up in the arm wrestling position, surprising Soda a bit. His facial expression turned from slightly surprised to another smirk.

"So, you're not a chicken?" He asked. My glare intensified as I stared him straight in the eyes.

"No, but you're gonna look pretty bad losing to a girl, Pop." I retorted. His smirk fell slightly, but was quickly pulled back up.

"You're on, Jean." He said, then set his arm up on the table. We grabbed each other's hands and I felt a tingle when we touched, which caused a warm feeling at the bottom of my stomach. I brushed it off and concentrated. As soon as Soda counted down from three, we were off.

A minute had gone by and we were both still going at it pretty hard. We were gritting our teeth and leaning forward, trying to keep out balance. Oh god, I have to win! I just have to! I have to show Soda that I'm not a chicken and don't take shit from anyone! And I need to do this for Steve, since I made him mess up. My arm started to give out and I was slowly losing. Oh no. Think of something! Quick! I thought hard for a second, then I had it. I knew that this was really risky and really drastic, but I have to win! I slightly smirked at Soda, who gave me a slightly confused look, before concentrating again. I shifted a little, helping me with what I was trying to do to mess him up, and watched as his face suddenly turned from concentrated to surprised. He looked up at me, confused.

"Jean," he said, trying not to lose concentration. I started to push on his hand harder. I knew I was winning. My drastic measures where working. "What the hell... Are you doing?" He asked between jagged breaths and clenched teeth. His face turning red as he tried to concentrate on his arm, but the fact the my right foot was rubbing the inner side of his right calf was distracting him, and severely, I might add.

My smirk grew as I saw how he struggled to push my arm down, failing slightly. Our arms were now straight up, like how they were when we started. Damn, he's still putting up a strong fight... I dragged my foot up a little towards the side of his knee and began to rub from the top of the calf to there, causing him to lose focus and give up a little more, my arm pushing his down a little further.

"Lilith," he breathed out, his head hanging down towards the table, his eyes squeezed shut. I looked at him, surprised that he said my full first name, which made it kind of hard to try to concentrate on winning. I shook off the surprise and concentrated harder. He can only take so much... I had his arm almost halfway down to my side, but he was still giving up a good fight. I can change that... And with that, I brought my foot up, rubbing his inner thigh, coming inches away from his "area." He slowly began to give up, his breathing quickening as his arm started to give out even more. I continued to stroke from his knee and up his thigh, getting closer to his area each time. Each time I came closer, his breath hitched and I almost won. Damn, how is he still going?!

Finally, I got back to his knee and this time made a slower, more pressured stroke up his thigh, getting only up to probably about a centimeter away from his area, and that's when he gave up. I slammed his hand into the table and he let out a defeated sigh, while I got up and did a small happy dance. His breathing came out rapidly and quickly. He had his head rested in his hands.

"Wow, Jean." He breathed out, and I stopped dancing and looked at him.

"What?" I asked. He looked up at me. His chest was falling up and down quickly and his cheeks were a darker, rosy red color.

"I can't believe you did that just to win." He said. I shrugged.

"I needed to win." I said. He rolled his eyes. "Hey, this was your fault! You're the one who made me challenge you! I was so determined to win I had to go to drastic measures just to prove a point." I stated, standing up straight and placing my hands on my hips. He rolled his eyes and stood up as well. He then looked down and groaned. I glanced down at him too, only to see a bulge in his pants. I squealed and covered my mouth in surprise, bringing my wide eyes up to look up at his slightly blushing face. Holy crap! I gave Soda a boner? Oh my god!

Soda hid his blush with a serious look aimed directly at me.

"This," he stated, pointing down at his "problem" and then back at me. "Is your fault. If anyone asks why I have this, I'm telling them why." My surprised face switched to a look of terror.

"Oh my god, no, Pop, please!" I begged. He smirked and shrugged, then started to head out into the kitchen. "No, Sodapop, please don't!" I continued to beg. Soda stopped for a brief moment then continued to walk, but turned towards the hallway and towards his room. I went back into the dining room and sat down. Almost a minute later I heard the shower start. I wonder if that's him...

I sat there, thinking over all that just happened, when Steve walked in.

"Hey, sis, how'd your arm wrestling match go?" He asked. By the looks of it, he didn't know about what happened, which meant that the other boys most likely didn't either. Thank god. I let out a relieved smile, which was also mixed with happiness over my win.

"I won." I said proudly, which obviously took Steve by surprise.

"You won?" he asked. I nodded my head vigorously.

"Yep!" I said, and jumped up and into Steve's open arms. He gave me a big hug.

"Good job, Lil! I knew you could beat him!" I giggled slightly. Well, if I wouldn't have done what I did I probably wouldn't have won…

"Me too." I said with a smile, then we both let go of each other. "Where is Pop?" I asked. Steve gave me a slightly confused look.

"He's taking a shower. Why?"

"Oh, nothing. He just left after I won. I was wondering if he was sulking in his room or not." I answered, causing Steve to laugh. He must be taking care of the "problem" that I caused. I blushed slightly at the thought, but thank god Steve wasn't paying attention.

"Well, it's almost noon and we wanted to head out for lunch. Wanna join us?" Steve asked. I smiled and nodded my head.

"Of course." I said. Steve smiled.

"Okay, we just have to wait for Sodapop." He said, and with that, turned around and left. I slowly followed him into the living room, taking a seat in between Pony and Two-Bit on the couch. Although I was staring at the TV (which weirdly didn't have Mickey Mouse on), I wasn't paying any attention. All I could do was sit there and replay the events that had just occurred between me and Soda in my head over and over.