Ladies and gentlemen, may I present to you...Chapter Thirteen!

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So, I completely forgot in the last chapter, but the credit for the idea for the kissing scene goes to my partner-in-crime/writing buddy Jatieluv. I was complaining (per usual) about James and Katie in this story, and she suggested the scene, and it really hit home plate. And thank you to Dana2184 for putting up with my 'teasing' when it comes with this story. Love you both so much!

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Chapter 13: Running the Bases

James' POV

It had gotten even colder than it had been when we had arrived on campus, and Katie shivered slightly as the wind picked up. I tightened my arm around her, and she leaned in closer to me.

"You know, you're right," she told me. "For California, it really is pretty cold."

"Told ya."

We reached my car a few minutes later, and we climbed in, not saying a word. I got the car started and the heater going before I had even put on my seatbelt. Once I was buckled in, I looked over at Katie. "Where to?"

She brushed her fingers over her lips, thinking hard. "I'm so tempted to say Lookout Point, where Camille and Logan are. Only you'd have to park really far away from them because I don't want to get caught."

"Can you direct me?"

"Quite possibly. I've never been there, but I know the general area. It's in the Dorado Hills. Do you know where they are?"

I nodded. Shane, my mom, and I had driven through them on our way out of La Castillo when we had gone on a day trip to the San Diego zoo.

"Okay, good. From what I've heard, at Dorado Pass, you make a left, as opposed to a right, and it should lead you right to it."

"Sounds good. So…are we going to talk this thing out, or are we just going to make out some more?" I wanted to know as I put the car in gear.

"James, do you really want to spoil the sexual chemistry with talking?" she asked me.

"Point taken." We would have to figure out what was going on between us at some point, but it was easy to see by the set of Katie's jaw that it would be a really bad idea to push the topic.

"So," Katie spoke up as I navigated my way through the college parking lot, "you guys have another hockey game after Christmas break?"

I nodded. "On the Friday after we get back to school."

"Fun."

"Yeah. I hope we don't end up out of practice."

"I'm sure you guys will be awesome. You were insane at the other game."

"Thanks."

"Just telling the truth." She turned on the radio. "Oh, I forgot to tell you – Waddleburger caught me after class yesterday. She said that if I get a B on my English final, then I can go back to ice skating."

I grinned. "Awesome!"

"Right? She said she'd even settle for a B-minus at this point, because my work has improved so much. Can you believe it? I'm going to get to skate again!" she wiggled a little in her seat, looking excited. "And I'm sure I'll be able to get a B-minus at least, maybe even a B-plus!"

"I know you will," I told her honestly. "You've definitely improved since I first started tutoring you."

She beamed at me, and I smiled back, before quickly turning my attention back to the road.

We reached Dorado Pass before long, and I made a left turn at the fork in the road, instead of a right. Just as Katie had said, it led me straight to Lookout Point.

Within a couple of minutes, we began to pass by stopped cars. Through the windows, I could see the inhabitants grappling at each other. Well, okay then.

There was a large section at the top of the hill, but it was loaded with cars. I quickly spotted Logan's car, and Katie and I grinned, though we didn't stop to say hi.

I finally found a fairly private section of road, and put the car in park, before turning off the ignition.

The second I placed the keys in the cup holder, Katie was on me, lips like cherries and honey and everything sweet as she kissed me, her small hands smooth and soft as she cupped my face, her body tiny against mine.

She crawled into my lap so that she was straddling me, kissing me even more deeply. Her hips moved with mine as I began to kiss my way down her neck and then back up the other side, soft moans occasionally escaping from her lips. Her skirt rode up to her upper thighs, and I took the opportunity to run my hands over her legs. She grabbed my face and kissed me again, fingers entwining in my hair and yanking slightly.

We spent the next couple of hours simply kissing and exploring each other's bodies – above clothes, of course. But it was a good outlet for the sexual frustration that we had both been struggling with for the past two and a half months.

It was nearly two-thirty in the morning by the time I pulled up in front of Katie's house, and it was almost three by the time she finished saying goodbye to me, and stumbled out of my car, trying to smooth out her hair and clothes as she made her way up to her house. I grinned as I watched her, very proud of the fact that her hair was a mess, her lips were bitten and swollen, and her clothes weren't hanging quite right on her because of me.

I ran my fingers over my own bitten and swollen lips, and then trailed my fingers down to my neck, where I was pretty sure a hickey had formed.

I made sure she got into her house okay, before pulling away from the curb and driving home. I parked in the driveway and quietly snuck into my house.

I softly closed and locked up the door, before doing my best to tip-toe towards the stairs.

"Where the hell have you been?!"

I jumped about five feet in the air as the hallway light switched on, revealing my mother. She was wearing a pink, silk bathrobe over matching pajamas, and her arms were crossed.

"Ummm…" Damn it. I didn't have a single alibi prepared for this – probably because I hadn't thought tonight would actually happen.

Mom raised an eyebrow at me. "Well? I'm waiting."

"I was with Katie…" I admitted reluctantly. "I'm sorry I didn't call. I just thought you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you up. Besides, you're the one who pretty much told me that I didn't have a curfew."

She sighed. "Damn it. You're right. All right, fine. But next time – call. And I want you home by two-o-clock on the weekend, Mister. Your curfew has been reinstated."

I sighed too. "Fine."

"Good. Now…you were with Katie…" Her eyes scanned over me, taking in my messy hair, my swollen lips, my flushed cheeks, and my bedraggled clothes. "First thing tomorrow, I'm getting you condoms."

I opened my mouth to argue with her, and then I closed it. I still had no idea what Katie and I were, but if tonight was any indication, then the need for condoms might be in our foreseeable future. Maybe. And hey, even if it wasn't, then at least I'd have them, right?

"Wow, you're not even arguing," Mom stated, staring at me. "Tonight must have gone well for you."

"You could say that…"

"So, are you two together?"

"Define together."

"Are you dating?"

I shook my head. "She still won't date a hockey player. She just likes making out with me."

Mom raised her fingers to her temples. "I see…"

"Yeah, but she said I changed her mind about kissing a hockey player, so there's still hope for me changing her mind about dating a hockey player."

"Great…"

"And we like the same things," I added, getting on a roll. "It was amazing." I walked over to the couch and plopped down on it, smirking. "Tonight was incredible."

"I'm glad to hear that…" Mom slowly sat down beside me.

"I really hope tonight wasn't a one time deal. Because after tonight, there's no way I'm going back to the friend's zone. And I don't think she could ever see me as just a friend anyway, not with the way I made her moan and whimper." I grinned in satisfaction.

Mom continued to massage her temples. "You know how I encourage you to speak openly to me about sex and girls?"

"Yeah."

"I'm going to start encouraging you to speak a little less openly to me about sex and girls."

"Huh?"

"Turns out I can't handle hearing these details. I'm probably going to have nightmares now."

"Oops…sorry…"

"It's okay. Just…no more. Go tell your brother – he's still awake. I heard him talking on the phone to Kyle when I passed by his room on my way down. I'm sure he won't mind hearing the details."

"Probably not. Good idea. Thanks, Mom! 'Night." I kissed her cheek, before dashing up the stairs. I knocked on Shane's door, before bounding in.

The light was off, but I could see Shane sitting up in his bed, his phone pressed to his ear. He looked around at me when I came in.

"Hold on, Kyle," he said into the phone. "James just walked in and – whoa! Holy fuck! Dude! You look like you just had awesome sex or something! Kyle! He looks like he had sex with Katie!"

"I didn't have sex with Katie," I retorted, rolling my eyes.

"Oh, wait, damn. He didn't have sex with Katie."

"We did make out though."

"They did make out, though," Shane repeated back to Kyle. "Hmmm? Oh, okay. Check the text." There was a pause, and then Shane grinned. "Katie texted you? About tonight? About which part? Uh huh…uh huh…" his grin widened. "What did she say? Well, that definitely says good things about my brother's kissing skills. Yeah…yeah…Oh yeah. We're not going to be able to keep them off of each other, are we? Oh well. That's what we get for wanting them together. Guess it's just the price we pay. Well, I should probably talk to James and get the details in his words. You call Katie and see what you can get. Mmm hmm…mmm hmmm…Okay, talk to you in the morning. Good night." He hung up and grinned widely at me. "So, you and Katie finally kissed."

I nodded. "We finally did."

"So…?" he waggled his eyebrows suggestively at me. "Details! How was it? How did it happen? And why are you now just getting home?"

I plopped down beside him, kicking off my shoes and wiggling under the covers next to him. Shane looked over at me. "So…spill!"

I bit my lip, before leaping into the story, explaining what had happened, how we had been caught by the janitor, and where we ended up going after. By the time I was finished, Shane was smirking widely.

"Lookout Point, huh?"

"Yeah…And don't look at me like that! I know it's clichéd and stupid, but we needed some place to go. I mean, we had two and a half months worth of sexual tension to work out!"

"And did you get it all worked out?" Shane asked me, snickering.

"Well…no…But we got some of it out, at least. We have an outlet now, so things might be a little bit easier from now on."

"You can only hope." He patted my shoulder. "So, you two still haven't figured out if you're together or not?"

I shook my head. "We're more together than we were four hours ago, but yeah…We're not dating. She still won't date hockey players!"

Shane gave me a long look. "Look…I like Katie – for the most part – and I know you two have a ton of chemistry, but is she really worth it? I mean, she won't date you, she'll only make out with you. If you two don't figure this thing out, you're going to end up with a friends with benefits relationship, and I'm pretty sure you at least don't want that to happen."

I sighed. "Don't think it hadn't occurred to me."

"Is it worth that? Is it worth being used by her?"

"Well, I'd be using her back, right?"

"But you're the committing-type. She's obviously not, at least when it comes to hockey players. I don't want you getting hurt. You were crushed after she turned you down for the dance, and you were still pretending you didn't like her. Now that you've admitted that you have feelings for her and you two have gotten a little physical, it's going to be even worse if she changes her mind. Please, James. Please be careful."

"I will be," I promised. "I won't let Katie hurt me, I swear it."

"Good. I'd rather you be sexually frustrated than broken hearted."

"I don't know…sexual frustration can be painful."

Shane smacked me.

"Ow! I'm joking!"

"You better be."

"I am."

"Good." With that, he sighed and dropped his head down onto the pillow, closing his eyes. I laid my head down beside him, but before I could close my eyes, my phone vibrated in my pocket.

I pulled it out and checked the text. I grinned a little when I saw that it was from Katie. I opened it up and blushed a little, but my smirk still widened: Dream about me tonight ;)

I quickly texted her back: As long as you dream about me ;)

With that, I rolled out of Shane's bed, and headed to my own room. The integrity of his sheets were risked enough by him – they didn't need to be risked by me. I stripped down to my boxers and threw myself into my bed. I conked out within seconds.

Katie's POV

"I can't believe you had him take you to Lookout Point."

I grinned and chuckled as I gripped my phone a little more tightly. "Oh, like you would have passed up an opportunity to go there with Shane," I retorted, and smirked as I heard sputtering on the other end of the line. "Oh, come on, Kyle, you know it's true."

"Whatever." He harrumphed. "So, did you two get things worked out?"

I walked down the stairs. "Nope."

"Why not?"

"Well, he wanted to talk, but I wanted to focus on the physical aspects."

"And they say teenage boys are horny…"

I rolled my eyes. "I'm not horny. He just…gets me going."

"TMI! TMI!"

"What? Seriously, I feel like I'm in that Scarlet Haze song, Can't Get Enuff. If we hadn't had to be back before sunrise, who knows what would have happened?" Without further ado, and with much hip shaking and ass wiggling, I broke out into song: "Whoa-oh/Whoa-oh/I can't get/Can't get enough tonight/Whoa-oh/Whoa-oh/Lay me down and leave on all the lights – " I broke off abruptly as I finished wiggling my hips into the living room. My dad sat on the couch, staring at me, clutching at his cup of coffee like he was drowning and it was a lifesaver.

I coughed feebly. "Hi, Daddy! I was just talking to Kyle!"

He wordlessly nodded, staring at me a little worriedly.

I gave him my most innocent smile, before scurrying into the kitchen. On the other end of the line, Kyle was roaring with laughter.

"That was perfect timing," he choked out. "Hi, Daddy!" he imitated me, making his voice unnecessarily squeaky and high pitched.

"Did your voice finally crack?" I shot back as I dug out a box of cereal from one of the cabinets.

"Nope, but yours did when you were talking to your dad," he snickered.

"Oh, shut up."

"At least you didn't sing their song Reach Down," he replied, still sounding unduly amused. "Now that would have freaked him out."

"I'm not going to say anything else until you start talking about something else."

"As you wish, K."

I shook my head and grabbed the milk from the fridge. I got my hands on a bowl and a spoon, and fixed myself a bowl of cereal, before sitting down at the kitchen table with it.

"Anyway, have you heard from James since last night?" Kyle asked me.

I took a bite of cereal and chewed slowly, before swallowing so that I could answer. "Not since his text about dreaming."

"Ah. Want me to text Shane and have him hint to James to call you or something?"

"Nah, that's okay. Besides, it's not like James and I are dating or anything. We're just friends."

"Friends who went to Lookout Point!" Kyle cried, sounded very scandalized. He paused for a moment, before asking, "Did you have to wear cover up?"

I blushed and was extremely glad that he couldn't see my face. "I – yeah – a little…"

"Friends don't leave hickeys and force other friends to wear cover up!"

"Some friends do."

"Yeah – friends with benefits! Do you want to be friends with benefits with James, Katie?"

"No, but it's something, right?"

Kyle sighed. "Look…I wasn't going to tell you this, but Shane texted me last night, after James got home."

"Good for him?"

"He said James won't stick around if it's just a friends with benefits relationship, it's not his style. He wants commitment, an actual relationship."

I sighed, taking another bite of cereal. "Well, what am I supposed to do?" I demanded through my mouthful of cereal.

"Um…agree to be his girlfriend?"

"Besides that."

I heard a thud and Kyle say "Ow!"

"What happened?"

"I banged my head into the fridge."

"Why…?"

"Because you're impossible! If you don't want to date him, then tell him and don't make out with him anymore!"

"But I don't like that idea," I whined. "I don't want to tell him that I don't want to date him and I want to keep making out with him."

"So, basically, you want to have your cake and eat it too."

"Pretty much."

He sighed. "You know, I don't understand you. You've got feelings for him, but you don't want to go out with him. What the hell is up with that?"

"He's a hockey player, Kyle."

"So's Shane."

"Yeah, but…everyone in my family has something to do with hockey. And both my dad and brother have gotten seriously injured. I'm not going to go out with a hockey player, not when they could so easily get hurt. It's not worth the worry."

Kyle sighed again. "And you won't change your mind?"

"Not right now. Maybe eventually I'll be able to, but right now, I just can't. And James knows that. He knows I won't date a hockey player, but he still kissed me, he still agreed to go to Lookout Point with me."

"He's going to try to change your mind; you know that, right?"

"Yeah, I know. He told me he was going to."

"So…what're you going to do?"

"No idea. Help me get past this?"

"Past what, exactly?"

"This – thing – with not dating hockey players because I'm scared."

"Well, you're always going to be scared, no matter what."

"Which sounds like a really good reason why I shouldn't date one."

Kyle groaned. "I just want to point out right now that your reason's stupid. I really don't know why you're still sticking with this when you want to be with James." He groaned again, before relenting. "Fine, I'll see what I can do."

"Thank you!" I chirped. "So…I need to figure out how to keep James' interest until I work through whatever I need to work through."

"Which sounds like commitment issues to me," Kyle informed me. "You're just using the whole hockey-player-thing as an excuse not to commit to James."

"That's ridiculous."

"Is it? Is it, really?"

"Yes, it really is."

"Whatever you say, K."

"Anyway," I continued on, "what should I do to keep James' attention?"

"How the hell should I know?!"

"You're a guy."

"And I'm gay! Believe me, I'm not the one you should be asking."

"Well, let's just pretend you're straight for a moment."

"Oh, goody."

"If you were straight, what would you want from a girl?"

"I don't know, maybe second base?"

"Second base? You'd want baseball?"

There was another thud. "Ow! I need to start banging my head against softer stuff!"

"What did I say?" I asked blankly.

"Second base? You'd want baseball?" he repeated back to me.

"Yeah. Why?"

"I don't mean baseball…"

"Then what do you mean?"

"Katie…second base is under the shirt action."

"Oh." I blushed again, and quickly spooned some cereal into my mouth. "Oops."

"Right. You and James got to first base last night, so I guess second base will be next."

"What's third base?"

"Um…I think it's either fingering or oral sex, or both, but I'm not positive on that. And you can probably guess what a homerun is…"

"Okay, seriously, who uses baseball to describe sex?" I demanded. "That's seriously the least sexy thing I've ever heard. That's just lame. The person who came up with that analogy obviously couldn't get laid."

"Um…actually, the terms came around in the 1920s, and were used by guys were needed a way to describe how far they were going with girls on dates…"

"Well, that's stupid. Couldn't they have come up with something better?"

"Uh, no."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, thanks for the history lesson, K. Now, don't you go have a certain Diamond brother to go get some third base from?"

He gasped sharply. "Katie!"

"Oh, like you don't want to. God. Stop acting like you're a saint and all pure and everything. Just admit you want sex."

"It's awkward talking to you about this stuff."

"Why?"

"Because it's you! You're like my little sister."

"I'm older than you by four months."

He let out a huffy breath. "You're still like my little sister."

"Whatever, lil' bro."

He chuckled. "So, good luck figuring out what to do about James."

"Can't you help a little more?"

"No! That's just gross. I already feel nauseous as it is, I don't want to make it any worse."

"Fine."

"Fine. I'll talk to you later, K."

"Yeah, later, K." We hung up and I set my phone down on the table, before turning back to the rest of my cereal.

I didn't hear from James until after I got out of the shower. As I walked back into my room, toweling my hair dry, my phone buzzed from where it was laying on my nightstand. I crossed the room and picked it up, opening the text: Hey, so, was last night just a one time thing?

I bit my lip, trying to figure out how I should reply to him. At last, I typed in: Well, I liked kissing you, and I definitely don't want it to be. Do you?

He texted me back a couple minutes later with, No, not at all!

Good, I responded, and then tossed my phone to the side so that I could get dressed.

A little while later, Camille texted me to see if I wanted to go grab coffee with her, and I agreed at once, so I put on some makeup and grabbed my purse. Before I could leave the house, however, my dad intercepted me.

"There's something I wanted to talk to you about," he told me as he sat me down on the couch beside him.

"Dad, seriously, I was just joking around with the song this morning."

He paused, before shaking his head. "That's not what I want to talk to you about."

"Oh. It's not?"

"Nope."

"Then is it because I got in really late? Because, I swear, I was safe the entire time. I was James, and he's totally trustworthy – well, not really, but he's a really sweet guy and he really likes me, and you'll like him once you get to know him, I promise – "

He held up his hand. "No, it's not that either, although now that I think about it, you did break curfew last night."

I looked down at the ground, adapting an appropriately ashamed and humble expression.

"Since it's the first time, I'll let it slide."

I perked up. "Thanks, Daddy."

"Uh huh…"

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?"

"Well, you know how I have a membership to the Holly hotel's All Access club?"

I nodded. The Holly hotel was a resort in a small group of mountains in northern California. The headquarters for my dad's business was in that area, so he stayed there on a regular basis. As a result, he chipped out a little extra money to be a member of the All Access club, which meant that he got really nice rooms for half off what he normally would have paid, or he got to bring extra guests, or some such thing.

"Well, for this upcoming week, they offered me a special where I could get five rooms for the price of two, but I'm actually going to be traveling to New York."

"Oh, okay."

"But I thought maybe you and your brother and your friends would like the rooms. They're nice rooms, and I'd pay for them. You'd have to take care of your extra expenses, but that shouldn't be too much of a problem. And you guys could probably use a break from La Castillo. You've had a really hard term, Katie, and you deserve the chance to relax with your friends in a nice hotel."

I stared at him, open mouthed. "Are you serious?"

He nodded. "Very. The rooms are good throughout Christmas week, but I figured you guys could leave sometime next week, and then come back early the following week."

"I – wow – yeah – that'd be amazing…But I don't know if the others' parents would go for it…I mean, are we going to have a chaperon?"

"I thought about that and I talked to your mother about it, but the truth is, there isn't much you can do there that you can't do in an empty janitor's closet at school – or in a car," he added, looking at me pointedly.

My cheeks reddened for the hundredth time that day. "Yeah, true…"

"If you want, I'll talk to their parents. But I'm sure they'll be okay with it – they trust you all."

"I don't know about Mrs. Diamond. She doesn't really know you or me or Kendall – well, no, she might know Kendall, since he's on the hockey team with James and Shane. But she got really freaked out when Kyle was going to take Shane to a PG13 movie that should've been rated R, and she made James tag along. He had me come with them, so that he wouldn't be a third wheel," I added. "Anyway, are you sure you want me to be in a hotel, un-chaperoned, with James?"

"Nope." He popped the P. "But as your mom pointed out, I'm totally fine with Kendall being alone in a hotel with Jo, and we all know how he feels about her. It's really not fair if I let him go with her, but I don't let you go with James. I mean, I could just cancel the trip, but the fact is, I haven't been here for you as much as I should have, and I'm leaving again, right before Christmas."

"So…this is a consolation prize?"

"Pretty much." He looked at me apologetically. "I'm really sorry, Katie."

"It's okay." I sighed. "All right. I'm meeting Cami for coffee in, like – " I checked the time – "now. I'll talk to her about it, and then maybe we'll call the others and see if they want to go. But I don't know if Jo will go if there's going to be hockey players there. Stephanie's loosened up a lot with them, but Jo's still pretty stuck in her ways."

"What did a hockey player ever do to her?" Dad wanted to know.

"He dated her and then dumped her," I shrugged. "She then dated another one, and he did the same thing."

"Oh. Well, she should try Kendall. I swear, that boy would try to catch the moon for her if she told him it was what she wanted for her birthday."

"I'm sure he would."

"Anyway, this trip would be good for you and Kendall," Dad said to me as I got to my feet. "You two haven't really spent a lot of time together in awhile. You could use some re-bonding time."

I shrugged and reached for my coat. "We'll see. I'll be home in a couple of hours."

"Okay, drive safely."

"Will do." I headed out the door and made my way down to the car. I got in, sent a quick text to Camille to let her know that I was on my way, and drove to the local coffee shop. I parked and checked my phone. She had texted me: We have some company ;)

Uh oh. She had sent a winky face. That gave me a pretty good idea who the company was…But if I was right about one of the guys, then I wasn't going to mind in the least.

I got out of my car and glanced around the parking lot. Sure enough, I spotted James' black Dodge Challenger. I grinned and sauntered into the coffee shop, giving my hips an extra swing. What? If I wanted to keep him around for awhile, I had to make it look good.

I immediately caught sight of Camille sitting at a corner table beside Logan. James was seated opposite them. I waved at them, before heading up to the counter to order a white hot chocolate. Once it had come up, I went on over to them, and sat down in the chair beside James.

He glanced at me. "Hey."

"Hey." I reached under the table to give his leg a slight squeeze, before placing my hand in my lap.

"Oh, just kiss," Camille rolled her eyes. "You two obviously want to."

"You know what I don't get?" Logan addressed Camille. "Is how, after spending last night making out, the tension between them is still burning hot."

"Lots and lots of chemistry. Oh, and they don't like each other, remember?"

"Hey, I like Katie!" James protested.

I quickly took a sip of my hot chocolate, and winced as it hit my mouth, scalding my tongue.

"Oh yeah, they admitted they have feelings for each other," Logan said. "I forgot."

"Me too. Seriously, I can't keep up with them. Next thing you know, they'll be running off and getting married or having sex on the chem. classroom desk, or – " she broke off as I grabbed James and hauled his face to mine, kissing him deeply.

"Or making out in the coffee shop," Logan finished for Camille.

"Yeah, that."

I pulled away from James, grinning. "Problem?"

Camille and Logan both shook their heads.

"Good. So, you know how my dad is a member of the All Access club to Holly hotel?"

They both nodded.

"Wait – what's Holly hotel?" James wanted to know. "And what's the All Access club?"

"It's this hotel in the mountains in northern California," I explained. "It's really nice. And the All Access club basically just lets you have all these special deals. It's really cool."

"Ah, okay."

"Anyway," I continued on, "he got five rooms for the price of two up through Christmas week – don't ask me what kind of fucked up deal that is, cuz I don't know – and he's got to go to New York for the next week, and he thought maybe we'd all like the rooms. He's already talked to my mom about it, so I guess Kendall knows. But yeah, he's inviting all of us."

Camille's eyes lit up. "That would be so freaking awesome! I've seen pictures of that place – the pool is amazing. And the slopes are sick! Dude! We're so going."

I nodded. "Will your parents let you?"

"Duh. They love you and they love your parents and Kendall. Is there going to be a chaperon?"

I shook my head. "Just us." I glanced at James. "Is that going to be a problem with your mom?"

He bit his lip. "I'm not sure…I mean, she trusts Shane and me…Well, she might trust me a little less than she did…"

"Why?"

"Because I came in a three in the morning, looking like I'd just had sex, and she knew I'd been with you."

Logan and Camille both smirked.

"Oh. Well, that could be a problem…"

"And I'm not sure how she'll feel about Shane not having any parental supervision."

"Well, you'll be there."

"I'm not sure she trusts me not to sneak away with you."

"What is she so worried about with Shane?" Camille asked. "Is he, like, really susceptible to sugar or caffeine or something?"

James shook his head. "She just worries about him, is all."

"Oh. Well, you should try to talk her around. Seriously, this is going to be amazing, and you and Shane need to experience the amazing-ness."

"I'll see what I can do," he promised.

"Good. Anyway, when can we leave?"

"Maybe on Wednesday or something?"

"Awesome." Camille beamed happily. "I can't wait!"

"You still need to get your parents' permission," Logan reminded her. "And I'm not sure my parents will let me go."

"Oh, puh-leeze." She waved his worry aside. "You're so responsible and dependable that you're twice as good as an adult chaperon. Your parents have nothing to worry about when it comes to you."

"Was I responsible and dependable last night?"

A satisfied smirk slithered across her face. "Well, even responsible and dependable chaperons have to take a night off once in awhile."

He grinned. "I like your way of thinking."

"That's not the only thing you like."

"Okay!" I cried, holding off my hands. "Enough of the roundabout dirty talking! Let's focus on the matter at hand – getting everyone else's parents to agree to this."

"Well, all we can do is talk and reason with them," Logan replied with a shrug. "Mrs. Diamond will probably be the hardest parent to crack, but she's really nice, and she's actually pretty cool with sex – she keeps offering to buy James condoms."

James face-palmed.

"Ribbed or regular?" I wanted to know.

"Not sure."

"James? Ribbed or regular?"

"I didn't ask her to specify…"

"Oh, well, make sure she gets you ribbed," Camille told him. "You know, ribbed for her pleasure. You want to make it good for Katie."

"Will do," James gritted out.

"Good. Hey, think she could get the rest of us some?"

James glared at her.

She immediately backed off. "Guess not. Sheesh. Spoilsport."

"There's no way in hell I'm asking my mother to get us all condoms."

"Eh, whatever. If the need arises, I'm sure Logan can afford his own."

I dry gagged slightly.

"Anyway, I'm sure she'll let you go," Camille added to James. "You'll just have to work her over when it comes to Shane. But hey, he'll be in good hands."

I inwardly smirked. Yeah, he would be in good hands – Kyle's hands.

"I know."

"Good. So, talk to her, and we'll figure out what to do about the other parents when and if the time comes." She grinned at us all. "Seriously, this is going to be awesome!"

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