A/N I don't own it or Make money from it!

Talks-Part 2

Once they were in Chris's room Yvanne started giggling as she pulled out her iPod GenXZ attached it to Chris's doc, "Was he seriously trying to warn you about…"

Chris nodded, "Yeah, He's a little late, Wyatt gave me that talk two years ago," he said grinning and laughing at the thought

"Its crazy though, why would he think we would be interested in each other," she asked shaking her head

"I dunno, Maybe cause I'm a guy and you're a girl," Chris said shrugging

"Yeah, but what century are they living in, Guys and girls can be friends and not feel the need to sleep together," Yvanne said rolling her eyes as she flopped on his bed and opened a punk rock magazine that she'd brought with her, "So Chris…what is your type," Yvanne asked with a smirk as she looked at the pictures

Chris was rummaging through his comic books under his bed and tried sitting up and knocked his head on the underside of his bed. "Oww," he grumbled as he came up from underneath and sat on his bean bag chair, "I dunno, Dark Hair, Dark Skin, Dark eyes," he said shrugging

"So…like an Indian girl or a Spanish Girl," she asked

"Yeah…Like Selena Velasquez," Chris said grinning, referring to a popular singer who was just a couple years older then them. He thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen, "Alright, then what's your type," he asked back with a grin

"Blond hair, Blue eyes…tall," she said with a grin, thinking of one tall, Blond hair, blue eyed boy that she liked that she would never tell Chris about

"Ugh, why do girls always go for the guys with Blond hair and Blue eyes? I'm just as good looking as Wyatt and yet he gets all the girls," Chris said a little grumpily

"Chris stop being crazy, Lots of girls like you."

"Name one," Chris shot back

"Desiree Watkins," Yvanne responded with a smirk

"Come on-She'd never be interested in someone like me," Chris said, dismissing it right away. Desiree Watkins was without a doubt the prettiest girl in Junior High and Chris didn't believe for a second that she liked him

"Its true, but if you don't want to believe me you don't have to," she said making a face at him. Suddenly Chris's door opened and Wyatt walked in. Yvanne's breath caught as she looked at him but hid her face behind the magazine, she would never let anyone know about her feeling for Wyatt, especially Chris.

"Hey, How about knocking before you barge into my room," Chris snapped as he gave his brother a dirty look. He loved his brother but damn it, he liked having his privacy

"How do you know I didn't knock with that Punk music playing so loud," Wyatt asked with a smirk, knowing he was right

"Its Punk Rock, Get it right," Yvanne said as she stuck her tongue out at him and Wyatt rolled his eyes, "Whatever," he responded shortly. He didn't care if she was starting to get cute, he thought she was just as annoying as Melinda sometimes.

"What do you want Wyatt, I have a guest," Chris said, getting annoyed

"Yvanne isn't a guest, she's a household fixture," Wyatt retorted as Yvanne tried to muffle a laugh, it was funny watching the boys spar

"She's Here, what do you want?"

"I just wanted to bother you…and find out if you still had my magazine," Wyatt said smirking.

"Its under the bed, get it yourself." Chris said shaking his head

Wyatt grinned then looked under the bed and grabbed his playboy and left as Yvanne shook her head, "One of these days your mom is gonna find that and freak," she said honestly

"No she wont, she would never go looking under my bed, that's why Wyatt hides them here," Chris said as he flipped through his comic then looked at Yvanne, "Hey, lets go see a movie, I'm bored," he said

"I don't have any money."

"So we'll sneak it, I know how to get in without being caught," Chris said confidentially

Yvanne thought for a moment then nodded, she just hoped they didn't get caught.