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?

"So how long have you all known each other?" Doll asked, stretching out on her towel, taking in the lowering warm sun, the heat feeling amazing on her cold and goosebump covered skin. They'd all been swimming for hours – it was now two in the afternoon – and were now just lazying around and chatting about anything and everything they could think of. She did most of the talking, though. She was the new one.

Her boombox – which she had been able to stuff into her large beach bag – played Michael Sembello's "Maniac" in the background as she watched Moocher carve at a tree with his knife while Dave and Cyril sat higher up on the slab as Mike sat not far off from Moocher on a large rock, all of them enjoying the sun. "Oh hell yeah. I've known these assholes sense kindergarten... Still dumber than a box of hammers they are," Mike grinned as Moocher scoffed, eyes concentrating on whatever he was carving into the tree. "Oh and you're so smart, huh Mike?"

Cyril spoke up as he chucked rocks into the water trying to skip them. "Nah Mike just likes ta think he's the smartest of us all! Ex-Quarterback and leader of the pack. Or so he thinks he is. Makes him think he's the brains of us all!" Mike sent the wild haired male a dirty scowl as Doll laughed, pushing up on her elbows to look at Mike. "Ah shuddup you assholes," he grumbled. "At least I aint some twenty-two year old dateless weirdo or the guy who married the first chick who wasn't ten feet taller than him!"

Cyril became quiet and Doll could see he looked slightly offended and hurt as Moocher pointed the end of his pocket-knife at Mike. "You shuddup about Nancy!" he growled, sounding particularly threatening to Doll as she straightened up and looked between the two. She had a feeling that confrontation between them all was common, considering they were guys and best buds... But that didn't make her feel any less uncomfortable. "Oh blow it, Mooch! I still say you marrying her was a bad idea! She's about as smart as Cyril and pretty as a mule's ass!" Mike bellowed, anger rising.

Doll sat up quickly as Moocher slammed his blade into the tree and stood up to make for Mike. "Boys! Boys! Knock it off! For Christ sakes! Like stir your hormones already!" Doll yelled over Cyril and Dave as they tried to tell Moocher to calm down. Mike was standing and looking ready as Doll placed her hands on her hips. "God men are such girls," she scoffed as she came up and placed a hand on Moocher's shaking and clenched fist. He looked down at his hand then at her as she gave him a raised brow.

Mike let out a grumble and slumped back down in his spot on the rock as Moocher yanked his hand back and sat down, roughly removing his knife from the tree before stabbing at it. Geeze. Note to self; Mike had anger issues and don't insult Moocher in any way – especially his height or his wife. "How long you been married," Doll blurted out slightly, causing Mooch to look up from his carving and blink. He shrugged slightly before answering. "About four years I think."

Doll nodded, seeming interested when she really could care less. She wanted to keep his mind off his anger. It would help loosen things up. "That's awhile... You all thinking of kids?" Moocher made a slight face as he shook his head. "She wants some. I don't. Least not for a long time maybe," he answered, sounding distasteful of the idea. Doll could relate.

"I was kinda lookin' forward to seein' mini Moochers runnin' around," Cyril said with a laugh as Mooch scowled at him, but with a grin in his eyes. "As was I," Dave chimed in, him and Cyril laughing as Mooch threw rocks at them. Doll smiled as the playful air from before slowly spread around them, save for Mike who was scowling and staring out at the water, twirling an unlit cigarette in his hand.

Cyril slid down the slab to sit next to Doll as she leaned back against to lay down again, her towel warm on her back. "What's your major?" he asked randomly, as Doll applied lotion to her face to keep it from burning. She sat the bottle down after getting her shoulders. "I'm a Sociology major and a minor in communications," she explained as he nodded thoughtfully.

"Sounds like a boring career ta me," Mike cut in as Doll shrugged. "It's not glamorous, no. But it's like what I wanna do." A peaceful quiet fell over them as they seemed to fall into their own thoughts. The boys weren't so bad. A little country and rough, but that gave them character she supposed. "What time were we all supposed to go eat?" Dave asked, cutting through the silence.

"Ah, shit I forgot about that!" Mike groaned as he stood up and jumped down from the rock to sit on the other side of Doll as she propped up on her elbows again. "Nancy said she should be off by four and it's gotta be close now," Mooch said as he pocketed his knife. Doll pushed herself to a sitting position and poked through her purse until she found her wrist watch. "It's three thirty. We better head out if we want to get there before she gets off."

The boys all stood up as she tossed her watch into the bag before turning off her boombox and stuffing it in as best she could. She turned to go for her towel and sunglasses, but was startled when Dave took her bag and stuffed them in there after having folded them up for her. "Grazie," Doll thanked him, as she pulled on her shorts and hefted her bag onto her shoulder, shuffling after the boys. She almost fell over when Mike took her bag from her. "Give me that. You're slowing us down with this shit," he sighed in agitation as Doll stuck her tongue out at him and followed Cyril, who was ahead of everyone.

At the top of the hill they followed the long trail to Mike's car. Mike took her stuff – after she grabbed some of her warmer and cleaner clothes and her blanket – and shoved it into the trunk as Mooch climbed in the car. Doll climbed in after him and Dave on the other side, letting Cyril have the front. "Whatcha sittin back there for?" Mike asked as he lowered himself into the driver's seat and shut the door. "Cyril has longer legs than me. He can have the front," Doll said with a shrug, grabbing her clothes and pulling the blanket over herself.

She began to shimmy out of her bottoms and pulled them out and sat them on her lap. Cyril looked back and laughed. Doll rolled her eyes as the boys all turned to look at her – Mike glancing ever so often as he backed up off the trail onto the road. "You guys are such perverts," she sighed, diving under the blanket. "If any of you peak I'll castrate you, I swear!"

Cyril and Mike crowed with laughter as Dave, being the more gentlemen of them all, pulled the cover down on the side to keep her from showing as she slid out of her swimsuit.

R & R Plz :]

I use to do this with my guy friends when we'd go swimming. It is hard as hell to do and even harder since you know the guys wanna be perverted assholes and peak at ya haha!

Was listening to my soundtrack I made for this and figured I could update. I actually feel like I know where I wanna go with this now. The hard part is keeping motivation and keeping on the stories track lol.

I hope the boys are coming off as in-character. That's my biggest concern...