Sooooooo...how've you been? **Awkward silence** Okay, so I know I haven't written in over a week but I've been super busy with my play and today starts HELL WEEK, which means later rehearsals and, therefore, less writing on my part. But as soon as the weekend is done I promise I will do everything, short of killing somebody, in my power to update as often as I possibly can. Anyways, ENJOY!

Chapter Three: Seeley Booth

"Prison?" Sweets asked, incredulously. "For what?"

"Prostitution." Hodgins said, nonchalantly taking a bite of his burger.

"He's a prostitute?" Sweets said, coughing as a fry got caught in his windpipe. He took a sip of his water and cleared his throat. "I find that very hard to believe."

Hodgins chuckled. "No, dude. He wasn't a prostitute. He got caught with one. And he was a minor, too, so that made it worse. But his old man got him off with only two and a half months and some probation."

"His dad got him off. Isn't that completely counter-productive?"

"No, not his dad, man. His grandfather. Hank Booth's a cop. He's been taking care of the Booth boys since their old man walked out on them."

"Boys. There's more of him?" Sweets asked, gesturing to Seeley, who was sitting a few tables away with a group of punk-haired kids, smoking a cigarette and laughing as one of the boys drew something, no doubt something inappropriate, on his lunch tray.

Hodgins nodded. "Just one more. Jared. He's a little more wild than Seeley, though. The grandfather sent him to military school. Hopes to straighten him out. I doubt it, though."

Sweets shook his head. "Man, I feel for them. I don't know what I'd do if my dad had-" Sweets's eyes widened as his gaze drifted just over Hodgins's left shoulder.

Hodgins scowled at him and turned to look behind him, immediately finding what had distracted him. He scoffed.

"Dude, forget it. She's off limits." he warned.

Sweets shook his head. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is she your-"

"No way, man!" Hodgins laughed. "Not in a million years would I ever go for somebody as prissy and conceded as Daisy Brennan! And vice-versa. I'm more of Angela Montenegro-type." Hodgins smiled, wistfully, at the thought of the girl from his art and anatomy class.

"Who's Angela Montenegro?" Sweets asked, noticing is friend's glassy-eyed look. "And what type is she?"

"Angela is this girl from my art class. Her paintings are amazing, dude. Like, they're so lifelike. They're almost as beautiful as she is." Hodgins sighed. "She's a real free-spirit, too. Her and her friend, Temperance Brennan, like to make trouble by grafitti-ing the school with this permanent paint. The things they paint are so amazing. It's like-"

"Brennan? Any relation to Daisy?" Sweets asked, trying to sound casual, but failing miserably.

"Sisters." Hodgins said, rolling his eyes. "But you wouldn't think so if you knew what each was like. They're like polar opposites, those two. Where Daisy is all girly-girly and feminine, Temperance is...well, temperamental. She has a really short fuse. It doesn't take much to send her into a girl-power, feminist rage. And, to think, she used to be so cool."

"What do you mean?" Sweets asked, leaning forward.

"Back when we were freshman, Temperance was dating Andrew Hacker, this really rich, snobby kid, and they were like the most popular kids in the entire school, mostly because of their money. Anyway, all of a sudden they just broke up and Temperance changed. She wasn't as fun-loving as she used to be and everybody, including Andrew, just sort of froze her out. Except for Angela, that is. That's really when they started being friends. Since then, she's become a real shrew."

Sweets nodded in understanding. "Is there anything that could have brought on this sudden change in personality?"

Hodgins laughed. "What are you, a psychologist? And, yeah, I guess. Just before they broke up, Christine Brennan, their mom, died of cancer. I guess she probably got a little depressed after that and Hacker just didn't wanna deal with it. Either way, he dumped her and she lost her popularity. Then her father came up with that rule..."

"What rule?" Sweets asked, now incredibly interested in what Hodgins was saying.

"Well, you see, Max Brennan is gynecologist, and apparently he sees so many teenage girls come through the delivery room that he's afraid that his own daughters will end up there so soon, so he made this rule. Until Temperance has a boyfriend and begins dating, Daisy is not allowed to date anybody."

"WHAT?" Sweets exclaimed, causing everybody in the cafeteria to turn and stare at him.