Disclaimer: I do not own Breaking. At All. I do, however, own any new characters that pop up in my stories... And my imagination when it lets me rule it :]

Authoress Note: This is just some idea I had and I don't even know if I'll go anywhere with it. I do love this movie, though. It's a good coming of age story and I enjoy the characters oh so much :D

Extra Note: I will warn you that I am prone to spelling and grammatical errors and that I will try to fix them/watch for them as best as I can, OK?

"Hey you sure this is the right place, Mooch?" Mike asked, staring out the passenger window at the three story mansion of a house. A cat lazed on the porch, watching them, as they parked by the mailbox. Dave hung out the window and squinted at the house and the neighborhood as Cyril leaned between the seats and whistled. "Boy I wonder what it's like to live in a place like this?" he wondered aloud as Mike scoffed and leaned back in his seat.

Moocher was chewing on a toothpick as he leaned against Cyril to be able to look at the house. Leave it to his wife to make friends with a rich college girl. Nancy was more high class than all of them come to think of it. She was just slightly childish. But she was good to him and he to her and that's what mattered, right?

Mike slammed down on the horn as he began to get impatience. "Hey she better hurry up or we're... Whoa," he sat up in his seat as the front door opened. Out stepped a short woman with shoulder length and wavy sandy blonde hair, blue-green eyes, tan skin, and was wearing shorts and a single neck strap swimsuit and sandles. A beach bag was at her hip as she walked down the stairs and pulled her hair up into a ponytail, a sucker hanging from her mouth.

"Cyril get in the back, man," Mike ordered his friend as she approached the car. Cyril scrambled into the back, muttering about dames, as the blonde leaned on the car, her head poking into the window. "I'm guessing you boys are the friends Nancy was telling me about?" she asked, pulling out sunglasses from her bag and propping them on her head for later. She looked around the car as Mike reached across his seat to open and push the car door out for her. "Where's Nancy?"

Moocher spoke up, drawing her blue-green eyes to him. "She had to work. Said they called her in cause they were one hand short.." The girl frowned slightly and Mike spoke up. "Ah hey you can still come with us. She'll be coming to eat and the movies with us." he gave her his best playboy smile as a way to hopefully ease her worries. The girl shrugged before sliding into the car, pushing her sunglasses down.

Mike turned on the radio and the car before shooting down the road of the nice neighborhood, ignoring the scowls the older couples gave him and his cutlass.

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Oh em Gee... Really? She couldn't believe this! It was the same one! The same Cutlass she had saw driving by the house the other day! What were the odds? I mean she knew Bloomington was a small town but she didn't realize how small til now.

And what the hell was she thinking? She just up and jumps into strange boys cars now? Granted Nancy had informed her they were friends, but that didn't mean shit. Hell she didn't know Nancy well enough to know if her friends weren't psychotic or whatever. "So you a friend of Moocher's old lady?" the male driving asked as he turned down the radio so she could hear him better. She gave a half shrug. "I wouldn't say we're friends. I just like literally ran her over while shopping awhile back and we just hit it off from there. We haven't hung out or done anything to really call each other friends."

The boys nodded and Doll thought now would be a good time to learn their names. She turned sideways in her seat, curling her legs up to look back at the three in the back. "So you boys got names or do I refer to you as boy one and boy two?" she mused teasingly as the blonde haired male, the one she'd seen on the bike, took her hand and kissed it. "Buongiorno, signora! My name is Dave!" he introduced happily and Doll had to smile. "Buongiorno a te, signore. Devo dire che smettere di parlare bene l'italiano. Sono impressionato," she replied back, earning a wide eyed and big smile from the blonde.

Mike groaned. "Hey English you two!" He grumbled as Doll smirked. "You speak Italian? Are you from Italy? Have you been?" Dave asked, releasing her hand. Doll shook her head. "Nah. I just took an Italian language course this last term. I'm not that great. Passed with a C+ though," she shrugged indifferently. But Dave seemed interested and impressed. Italian was one of her lease favorite classes, truthfully. She'd found the language difficult and requiring to much tongue rolling for her taste.

She turned her gaze to the wild haired one in the middle. He gave a goofy kind of grin before answering in a slight accent. "Names Cyril, ma'am," he answered politely and with a comical bow that she had to laugh at. He grinned wider as she turned to the last of the three sitting behind Mike. He gave her a polite nod. "It's Moocher, ma'am," he said, and she furrowed her brow. Moocher? Wow... That was a weird name.

"And this dumb sunuvabitch is Mike," Cyril said, slapping Mike's arm as he turned down a road. Mike was rolling an unlit cigarette in his hand as he lazily moved the wheel, turning to give her a grin. She rolled her eyes. "Well nice to meet you all. My names Doll. Not Dolly or Doll-Face. Just Doll Edison, or Doll for short."

Cyril made a face. "Doll? Kinda name is that?" he asked, causing her to lower her shades and glare at him. "What kind of name is Cyril?" she asked, causing the boy to straighten up and look somewhat sheepish. The others laughed at their friend as Doll turned forward in time to almost scream as Mike whipped off the road and into a fairly covered clearing that led down into trees before coming to a halt. "Alright boys and girl we walk from here!" Mike ordered as everyone piled out of the Oldsmobile quickly, Doll clutching her beach bag.

She stumbled along after them as they began to make their way through the woods down what she would call a goat-trail. She had to watch her step and move carefully while the boys walked and jumped and moved with ease. She gasped as she felt herself loose balance and almost fall on her face! A pair of strong arms grabbed her around her waist and steadied her. She let out a shaky breath and turned to Moocher as he let her go. "Ya alright?" he asked, his startling blue eyes bright with concern.

Doll nodded, shaking her head with a laugh. "I'm fine. Sorry. Been a few years since I've been off trailing in the woods," she explained as he stayed near and they made their way down further until she could actually smell water and... Limestone? Dave held out his hand and helped her jump down a few rocks before they finally came upon a large jutting out slab that the boys spread out on, becoming comfy in the sun as they stripped out of their shirts.

Doll sat her stuff down and pulled out a towel before spreading it out on the warm sun-baked slab. She put on a little lotion as she heard Mike jump into the water, crowing and hooting over how good the water felt. Doll removed her shades and kicked off her sandles before climbing up to where Mike had jumped from. She stood up and looked down, startled by how high up she was!

"Hey you don't have to jump from that high if yer scared, Doll!" Mike called out, grinning from the water as he he kept himself afloat. Doll fixed him with a glare and smirk as she reached down and shimmied out of her shorts, kicking them down with her stuff. She heard Cyril wolf-whistle and she just rolled her eyes before walking to the edge of the jump. She poised herself and stepped back before pushing off, swan diving into the deep, cold water!

She could hear muffled cries and claps as she swam up to the top, gasping for air as her teeth chattered. Holy Christ it was cold! "Oh my God!" she gasped, keeping herself above the water as she shivered. "It's cold!" she stuttered, slapping water at Mike as he laughed. He'd been the one to tell them all it was nice! This wasn't nice it was freezing! She gasped as Cyril and Dave suddenly jumped in. Moocher stood above them before jumping in as well. She sputtered as water splashed at her face and squealed when she felt Cyril swim under and pick her up, causing her to fall back and plunge into the water again.

This started a game of water tag; she was it and she couldn't help but feel like a kid as she chased after them in the water. She may not really know these boys, but they weren't so bad.

R & R Plz :]

Hey Doll doesn't come off as Mary-Sue does she? I've been told by a small handful that she does... Ya'll would tell me otherwise, right?

Also I SUCK at writing from the guys POV XD I mean I'm gonna keep trying as this goes on if I continue, but damn is it a pain in the ass to do so – and I usually prefer writing from a guys POV over my own girl POV haha!

PS: My Italian is horrible. I took one term of it to get a language credit and that's it. So please pardon me for it.