Ok. So, short one. Someone wanted some Edge/Bec so I put in a little.

So Free Comic Book say was Saturday and it's still pretty underground even here in America. It's a day to help promote reading. You go to a place that celebrates it like a comic book shop or our city had it at a science center, too. And you get dozens of free comic books. People dress up like characters. The comic book shop I went to also had professional artists that would draw any character you wanted. I'm an artist so since they were doing a limited number of requests, I decided not to take a number for that. I'd just draw whatever I wanted anyways. I went to go see the new Avengers movie instead :D

In response to another question: Minimum wage is the lowest amount of money your boss can give you. It's kind of hard to explain. I think I read somewhere that minimum wage in Australia is about 15 AUD.

"So, what's the plan," Edge muttered as he lined up his stick with the cue ball.

"What do you mean?" Bec's eyebrows pulled together. "Plan for what?" The two decided to play pool to pass time while the other three showers were in use.

He straightened up and gave her a look. "Heath and Fly," he stated, like it should have been obvious. Edge leaned against the wall with his arms crossed around his pool stick as Bec took aim.

"I don't know," she muttered.

"Fly has helped out everyone in this house," Edge began to argue.

"I'm not saying she hasn't." She pushed the stick across the table. The cue ball slid into a solid red one, which knocked a yellow stripped one into a pocket.

"I just think it's time we return the favor. She deserves to be happy."

Bec walked around to table to get a different angle. "She's happy being a personal coach."

"But is she happy romantically," he questioned with an expression that made her laughed. She tapped the cue ball, but it didn't knock the ball she was aiming for into a pocket.

Edge pushed off the wall to take his turn. Bec stopped in front of him. "Yeah? And what has Heath done to deserve such a favor?"

"Surf safari," he stated simply.

"I see," she murmured with a sly grin. "So I guess we both owe them a favor."

"I don't like being in debt to Heath," he breathed as Bec stepped up against him. His hand found her hip, but someone in the doorway coughed.

"Shower's free," Matt informed them, trying not to smile. He held his towel around his waist with one hand. "I'll leave you to sort out turn order."

"So, I assume you want to go first?" Edge offered, stepping back a little, the moment ruined.

Bec frowned and cocked her head. "Or we could just save water…"

"And time," he agreed, helping her revive their moment as he grabbed her hand and hastily made for the stairs, giggling like teenagers.

XXX

Heath yawned as he stepped into the kitchen. Matt stood at the counter eating lunch. He wasn't really in the talking mood. He could hear his pillow calling him. A little debate went on in his head. To shower, or to shower later—that was the grand question of the moment. Better that than other things…

"You alright, mate?" Matt asked hesitantly, fork clanking against the plate as he placed both in the sink.

"Fine," Heath replied, grateful that he hadn't actually groaned outwardly. Laughter filtered through the walls from the upper floor. "What was—"

"Edge and Bec are in the shower," Matt said with a roll of his eyes. He leaned back against the counter, the unsaid "together" evident. "Really, Heath. This morning—"

"Forget it. Just let it drop," he grumbled, grabbing a glass and filling it with water from the tap.

"After what happened this morning, I don't think I can do that," Matt said forcefully. "You guys were screaming at each other—last time I saw you guys, you were best friends. And then you went out surfing for nearly five hours."

"There's nothing wrong with that." Heath sat down at the kitchen table with his glass of water, giving in. Fine. He would talk. Not that Matt would get what he wanted out of him, but they would chat.

"No," Matt agreed, sitting across from him. "There's not—but I know you. Just explain to me what happened. Why's her panties in a wad?"

"Long story short?" He looked up at his friend, hoping he would see that he really didn't want to explain it again.

"Long story short," Matt prompted.

"Long story short is that I did something stupid due to a miscommunication that she was partly the cause of and now suddenly I'm the only person at fault and I'm done trying to fix it." As Heath spoke, he found himself getting angrier and angrier. So much for all the cooling down the surfing had done.

"Well, it takes two people who want it to fix a relationship," Matt mused.

"Yeah, well, I'm done," Heath sighed.

"No, you're not."

It was true. No matter how many times he thought, spoke, screamed it, he couldn't make it true. "Well, for now, I'm just gonna go die on the couch. If Edge and Bec get any louder, kindly maim them for me?"

"Sure," Matt laughed as he watched Heath leave the room and collapse on the couch.