A/N - Thanks to everyone who reviewed! I hope this chapter will turn out long, too. Oh, and if the text is underlined or italicized, like everything, it's not my fault. I'll try to fix it ASAP. Fanfiction's just sucking major butt right now. I'm also seriously sick with a sore throat and other stuff. Most likely no Dorney tomorrow.

I woke up to the very unpleasant noise of my alarm clock. I had set it thirty minutes early the night before, so it was 5:30. I quickly shut off the annoying device. That's when I noticed the arm around my waist.

I turned around in my bed to see Nate extremely close to me. I almost let out a small shriek before I remembered that I didn't want to wake my parents up. I gently untangled his arm from me and put it by his side and got up from the bed.

What the hell? He was tugging on my shirt. "No, don't go," he quietly mumbles. Was he awake? He got quiet again, but still held onto my shirt. This is so annoying! I try to pry his fingers from my shirt, but he's got a tight grip on it.

I don't feel like being gentle anymore, so I roughly pull his hand from my shirt and he bolts up from the bed. "Oh my God, what happened?" he asks me. "Oh, nothing, you just wouldn't let go of my shirt. Oh, and BTW, you sleep talk."

He looks down and blushes at this. "Do I really sleep talk?" he asks me. I contemplate that thought for a moment before saying, "You said something like 'no, don't go' a couple minutes before, so I'm not really sure." He purses his lips together then tells me, "Oh, it was just a dream."

A dream? And he was saying no, don't go? Hmm.. Must be some dream. "Do you want to talk about it?" I ask him. He shakes his head and replies, "No, it was nothing. Trust me." I warily say an "OK" before grabbing my BLG tank top and some jeans. I went into my closet and grabbed the undergarments before going to the bathroom.

Within fifteen minutes, I was dressed in my clothes and was brushing my now damp hair. I walk back to my room and saw that Nate was already dressed with a dress shirt and skinny jeans. "You're not gonna shower?" I ask him. "Nah, I'll do it right before the game," he tells me. I nod and put my papers back in my back pack. He goes and brushes his teeth.

Afterwards, we both sat awkwardly on my bed. "My bus gets here at seven, so we have about an hour to spare," I tell him. "What do you want to do 'til then?" he asks me. I shrug and say, "I don't really know. Why'd you pick my house to stay at?"

It takes him a bit of time before he finally answers me. "My other guy friends are on the team, they would've thought that I was a wimp. You're my closest friend that's a girl."

"That's a shocker," I say. "That you're one of my closest friends?" he asks. "Well, yeah. We just started talking about a week ago," I reply. "A week can change a lot, you know?" he says. I nod and lay on my bed.

"Well, we've always known each other. We just never bothered to talk to each other," I point out. "Except for the times that I would cheat off of you in class," he adds. We both lightly laugh at that, making sure to not cause much noise.

"Nate, I think something's wrong with me," I say. He lays down beside me before asking, "What could possibly be wrong with you?" I sigh, "Two weeks earlier, if you climbed up to my bedroom window asking to stay, I would've pushed you down and locked the window, but I actually let you come in, and stay. I'm going insane."

"Wow, I feel so appreciated," he playfully says. I lightly smack his arm before saying, "You know, you're a pretty chill dude. I'm wondering why it took me so long to see that." He turns and faces me. "It was my fault, really. I had a lot to live up to, the name of my older brothers. I'm really sorry."

He shouldn't be saying sorry for ignoring me since I wasn't popular. It wasn't really his fault. "It's not your fault. It's nobody's fault. Let's just leave it at that. We're friends now, and that's all that matters," I say, trying to lighten up our moods. "Yeah, we're friends," he whispers. Shouldn't he be happy that we're friends? He sounds disappointed.

"Are you alright?" I ask him. He gives me that fake happy look again. "Yeah, I am. I mean, I'm laying right next to you, and we're in your room, and it's early in the morning. I was surprised that you let me sleep over. Oh, and sorry about this morning." What would he be apologizing for? He didn't do anything bad this morning.

I gave him a confused look, so he went on, "I know how you're uncomfortable being close to guys like that, and this morning.. I'm pretty sure I was in your comfort zone, right?" I nod my head. "My parents being away so much, my friends being fake, and my brothers being popular, I just feel lonely sometimes. A legit friend helps. I guess that's why I unconsciously hugged you." Nate felt lonely, just like Shane did. I guess being popular didn't have so many perks.

"Yay, you're my amigo now, and that's really saying something," I cheer. He asks, "Doesn't amigo mean friend?" I smile and reply, "No, it's more than that. It means friend for life. Let's be friends for life." I hold out my pinkie and we pinkie swear on it. Nate laughs, "Wow, I feel like a little kid again."

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Nate decided to go back to his house instead of going on my bus. Apparently, he didn't want Shane to be suspicious. I guess Shane will never find out about our night together. I think Nate and I had a quiet agreement that we would keep last night a secret, so I don't tell Nicole about it in the morning. "OH MY GOD, I'M SO PSYCHED! THE GAME'S TODAY! AAHHH!" is the first thing Nicole says to me this morning.

I can't believe it, I'm actually excited for the game, too. "AHHH!!" I scream along with her. "Oh yeah, you're gonna go to the after-party. Nate just told me about it yesterday," I tell her. "Finally, I can go to one of those parties! And I'm not sick today, thank goodness," she exclaims. Finally, I wasn't going to a party alone. Last week's party was horrible, except for the Twister and Finding Nemo.

At school, all the kids were psyched about the game, and it was the only thing people talked about for the whole day. I had asked my mom that morning if I could go to the game and the party afterwards, and this time, she told me to be home by one. No problem. I also made sure to sneak into Gina's room and tell her to not follow me again. I don't want a repeat of last week.

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Green Oak beat Hartford 36-9. Oh yeah, Green Oak totally owned the game. I have no idea how you play football, or how the scoring system works. I'm not a sports fan or anything. I was just glad that I wouldn't be alone at the after-party.

Shane hurt his shoulder a bit in the game, but it was nothing serious. It was serious enough that he wouldn't be sleeping with any girl that night, though. I noticed that during the parties, none of the brothers are ever downstairs supervising people. I guess everybody's just so used to it.

Jason and Nicole were in his room playing DDR while me, Shane and Nate were in Shane's room playing Rock Band. Wow, we play Rock Band together a lot, don't we? We were in quick play mode. "Hey, Nate, let's have a guitar battle," I say to Nate. He gives me an amused look before saying, "Uh, sure, hand me one of the guitars." Shane painfully gives Nate the extra guitar while I pick a song. "Hmm.. What song should I pick? Ooh, I know! Tom Sawyer!"

I loved that song. It's fun to play on every peripheral. I totally pawned Nate in the guitar battle. Have you guys ever noticed that the Rock Band guitar is so much suckier than the Guitar Hero one? I'm being serious here. (A/N - I just broke the whammy bar on mine the other day.. I need a new guitar if I want to score higher points.)

Shane laughs, "You just got your ass kicked by a girl!" He was right. Nate just got his ass handed to him on a platter by me. LOL. "Man, shut the fuck up," Nate grumpily says to Shane. I'm still laughing as we turn off the game. Shane falls down on his bed. "Ow, my shoulder, it hurts," Shane mumbles through a pillow.

"Dude, just try and sleep, okay?" I tell him as I pull Nate out of his room with me. "Let's go up to my room," Nate says. Instead of saying anything back, I dash up to his room and plop myself on his king-sized bed. His room is so much bigger than mine. His entertainment system is so cool. I love his dark blue walls.

Nate was still pretty sweaty from the game. I started channel surfing while he took a shower. I'm laughing at an old rerun of Full House as Nate emerges from his bathroom. He was dressed in his pajamas, but he was still pretty wet. "Dude, this is so hilarious," I tell him as he sits down next to me. It was the episode where either Alex or Nicky learned to crawl, but they refused to do it whenever Jesse was around.

We were laughing throughout the entire episode. I remember a couple years back when I was obsessed with Full House. I turn off the TV when the episode ended. "Hey, what time is it?" I ask Nate. He looks at the clock on the wall and tells me, "It's ten thirty." I've still got quite some time left here. "My curfew is one," I say. "What do you want to do 'til then?" he asks.

Seriously, what is there to do? "How about sleep? I didn't really get much sleep last night." Yeah, thanks to you-know-who. He smirks before turning off the lights. He sets his alarm for twelve. "Do you want to sleep alone?" he asks. This was a bit of déjà vu. Instead of wanting to sleep alone, I surprise both of us and say, "No, please stay."

"Okay.. Sure," Nate says as he slips into his bed with me. "I wonder what's going down at the party right now," I wonder out loud. "You know, never mind. I'll catch up on sleep this weekend. Let's go downstairs," I continue on. I drag Nate off the bed and down the stairs. When we reached the living room, I saw that all the girls were grinding on the guys to the music.

Nate and I weaved our way through the crowd, guys shouting drunken congratulations to Nick about the game. We got to the back, which didn't contain anybody. I guess everybody was busy dancing or whatnot. I saw a fence and a locked gate, and I wondered where it lead to. "What's that fence hiding?" I ask Nate. He turns to me and replies, "It's the pool. Unless it's a pool party, people are forbidden to go in there. That's why we've got the fence and everything."

Nate went to an inconspicuous rock and lifted it up, revealing a pair of keys underneath it. He took the keys and opened up the gate. He put the keys back under the rock and lead me through the gate. After walking for a couple seconds, I could see the pool. It wasn't huge or anything, but it was definitely not small. There were lights on the walls of the pool. It had two diving boards. It was so pretty..

"Wow, nice pool," I mutter. "Thanks," he replies. I walk toward the shallow end of the pool. I felt Nate push me in the pool. After spitting out some of the chlorinated water, I yell, "Dude, what the heck was that for?!" Instead of saying anything, he laughs and jumps in with me. I couldn't help it. Even though I was soaking wet with my clothes on, I laugh along with him.

We splash each other for a bit before I started to float on my back. Except for the distant bass from the music, everything right then just felt peaceful. I felt Nate grab my hand, and I stood upright again. "Nate, we should go check on Shane," I say to him. He nods and we swim to the edge and climb out.

"Wait, how do we get dry?" I ask him. My shirt would dry fast, but I was wearing jeans. Those took forever to dry. "Uh, I think that you would have to change your clothes," he says. What could I change into? I don't have a spare outfit anywhere. "You can change into some of my shorts, and my tight shirts might fit you," he rambles. "Sure, that sounds good," I tell him. He lets out a breath then says, "Let's go see Shane."

Of course, before we went to see Shane, we had to change our clothing. I put on a pair of Nate's work-out shorts and one of his so-called tight t-shirts. It was plain black, and fit loosely on me. When we entered Shane's room, we saw that he was awake, and he was rubbing his shoulder. "Hey, where's the chicks?" I playfully ask him. "Ha ha, very funny," he sarcastically replies.

"Uh, how are you feeling?" Nate asks him as I sit down on the carpet. Shane snaps, "How do you think I'm fucking feeling? This shoulder's being a bitch." I couldn't help it, I started giggling. "Hey, what's so funny?" he asks me. I manage to control my giggles enough to say, "You're such a girl when it comes to pain. Even I take it better than you do." That was true. My ankle still hurt, but was I complaining? Nope, unlike some guy..

He sticks out his tongue at me. Wow, that was totally immature. He gets up from his bed and pokes my side. That just makes me laugh more since I'm extremely ticklish. "Jenny, are you okay?" Nate asks me. I manage to utter, "I think I need to go to a mental institution."

After a couple seconds, I stop laughing altogether. "Okay, I am seriously hungry. You guys got any grub?" I ask both of them. They both shrug their shoulders. "Hey, how about we go to that diner?" Shane suggests. Then he adds, "I'll drive us there. Let me go grab my wallet." Wow, I wonder why I didn't think of that. "I'm gonna go ask Jason and Nicole if they want to come, too," I tell them as I open Shane's door.

I walk over to Jason's room and open his door. I don't think that I'd need to knock. What awaited me on the opposite side of the door was something that I was definitely not expecting. "Oh, I'm sorry!" I say as I turn around, my back facing his room. He and Nicole were just in a heated make-out session. Okay, can you guys say gross?! I do not want to see my best friend making out with anybody. UGH.

I hear them trying to straighten out their clothing and crap. I turn around and see their faces extremely flushed. "Was I interrupting something?" I sarcastically ask them. Nicole shakes her head then says, "No, of course not Jenner." Yeah, right Nicole. I've known you for eight years, I should know when you're lying. "So, you guys hungry or anything?" I ask them. Jason answers, "No, we're not." I just think he wants to go back to sucking face with Nicole, but whatever.

"Jenny, what are you wearing?" Nicole warily asks me. I simply reply, "Nate's clothes." My hair was still a bit wet, too. They both had shocked looks on their faces when I closed the door. Wow, now that was funny. I walk back to Shane's room and tell the guys, "Jason and Nicole are a bit.. Busy. We're gonna be dining alone tonight. Let's go! My stomach's about to eat itself!"

The three of us rushed downstairs and were about to get out the door when a tipsy Angela blocked our way. "Excuse me, but we need to go," Nate tries to politely say to her. She flips him off then turns to Shane. "You fucker, I fucking hate you, you suck, you'll never find another fucker like me," she slurs. I don't think she's tipsy anymore. She just seems flat-out drunk.

I grab Shane's arm and drag him out of the house, away from Angela. "Told you she won't take me back," he says to me. I reply, "I'm wondering why you'd even want her to." Shane unlocked his Lambourghini and the three of us jumped in. Now we were off to the diner, away from that party. After a couple minutes, we pulled up to it. It was almost twelve by now.

I ordered a bacon sandwich while Shane and Nate got cheeseburgers. Yum, I don't know about you guys, but I love eating bacon. We didn't bother to talk while we ate. After about two minutes I finished my sandwich. Shane and Nate were about halfway through their burgers. Nate swallowed his bite, then says, "Wow, Jenny. You didn't eat like that in New York." Shane was the one sitting next to me in the booth, and I felt his body go rigid.

"This is what happens when I'm seriously hungry and my mom isn't there to lecture me about having good eating habits and shit," I tell him. Seriously, don't mess with me when I'm hungry. "I admit it, my mom's right when she says that I eat like a pig when I'm hungry or pissed," I explain. Nate chuckles a little.

"Wait, you eat when you're pissed?" Shane asks me. "Well, what do you guys do when you're pissed?" I ask back. Nate says, "I try playing my guitar." Nate plays guitar? I never do that. Then Shane says, "Well, I do the same thing. That, and girls." Oh, that's self-explanatory then.

Nate says to me, "Well, I guess you don't get pissed that often because you're skinny." I scoff then tell him, "No, it's the fast metabolism that I was gifted with." We both laugh at this. I felt somebody tug my hair. I turned around and saw Shane sniffing my hair. "Your hair smells like chlorine, why?" he asks me. I wanted to ask Why were you sniffing my hair? but I decide to politely answer him, "Ask Nate."

He gives Nate a questioning look. After a couple seconds, Nate says to him, "I pushed her into the pool. I mean, we were only fooling around." Shane's body tensed even more this time. "Fooling around?" he asks Nate. Nate got that "oh shit" look on his face. I decide to intervene and tell Shane, "It was nothing, really."

It might've been my imagination, but I think I just saw Nate frown when I said that. "Oh, okay. That's good then," Shane says, relief clearly evident on his face. He looks at me then says, "Oh yeah, Jenny, you still owe me that favor." I roll my eyes at him. It was not my fault that Angela wouldn't take him back. All he had to do was kick me out. That was like, what, a week ago?

Nate asks Shane, "Why would she owe you a favor?" Before Shane could reply to Nate's question, I say, "Okay, fine, I'll do your Geometry homework for a month." Shane laughs before saying, "Nice suggestion, but that's not what I was going to ask you." Wait, it wasn't? "Look, you're not getting two months," I tell him.

This just makes Shane laugh more, and adds to the confusion on Nate's face. "He says that I owe him something 'cause Angela won't take him back. Not my fault," I try explaining to Nate. Shane stops laughing and says, "No, it was totally your fault. You chose to jump into my window instead of jumping down to the ground." Ugh, arrogant bastard.

"Okay, what do you want then?" I impatiently ask him. He clicks his tongue, smiles at me, then says, "Go ice skating with me." I start stuttering before Nate decides to speak up for me.

"No," he says. I could tell he was pissed off.

"What do you mean 'no'?" Shane asks Nate.

Nate replies, "No, as in she's not going with you."

"Who said you could choose for her?" Shane bit back.

"I do, and I say that she can't go with you. I won't let her," Nate grits out through clenched teeth.

"Hello? I kind of exist," I tell them. "Ice skating sounds fun."

Both guys look at me in shock at my answer. "Nate, you can't decide what I can and can't do," I tell him. "And Shane, like I said, ice skating sounds fun." I smile at both of them as a waitress hands Shane the check. He gives her his credit card. "Wait, on one condition," Nate says to me and Shane. Ugh, come on!

"I get to come with you guys, and so does Nicole and Jason," he says. Hey, that doesn't sound bad. "Cool, that's awesome! Call me and tell me the date," I tell them. "I'm gonna walk home, you guys go on right ahead." Before they could say anything else to me, I was already out the door and I was jogging home. I still couldn't shake thoughts about Shane's tense body and Nate's bossiness.

A/N - So, did you guys like that? Make sure to tell me! Are Nate, Shane and Jenny moving along too fast? How about Nicole and Jason? Should I tone it down or heat it up?