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Chapter 5

Daryl leaned over the seat to turn the key in the ignition to let the radio spring to life and turned down the volume a little. The fuck am I so damn nervous? Fucking Patrick with his little game, tryin' ta put ideas in ma head... She's just a girl. Just like the others. While he tried to come up with something to say he smiled awkwardly, which she returned just as awkwardly, and delved his hands into his pockets. He felt the rectangular shape of his pack of cigarettes and quickly pulled it out. A smoke sounded good right about now. "You smoke?" he asked Bayanne, as he took a cigarette out of the almost full pack.

"Yes. Sometimes." As nervous as she was, she couldn't help but smile. She really was getting treated today. Doughnut, pizza, beer and now a cigarette. Just like the good old times, much to the dismay of her grandmother back in the day. Bayanne might have believed in God at one point in her life, she might have gone to church with her grandmother on Sundays and holidays and had worked hard at being good in school, but that didn't mean that she had been a goody-two-shoes. She and her friends had partied with alcohol, cigarettes and some weed occasionally, just like the rest of the kids in this town. What else was there to do around here? They were hanging out in a parking lot for God's sakes. There was nothing here.

Daryl put the cigarette between his lips and lit it for her, before he handed it over. Bay's heart started beating a little faster at that, and then there was that stupid flutter again. Just happy about the cigarette, that's all. Although he has now kinda kissed me. When she thought about Daryl kissing her she suddenly got that tingly feeling in her stomach, which felt dangerously much like butterflies. Nope. No butterflies. I am not setting myself up for heartache here.

"Thanks." she smiled politely and took a careful first drag, closing her eyes at the sharp feeling of smoke filling her lungs. "So good." she moaned, almost making Daryl's head spin, because his 20 year old male brain was immediately thinking up another situation where she would moan those exact words. "Been too long."

Daryl discreetly adjusted himself while she wasn't looking and cleared his throat. "'nother thing ya didn't have in months?"

"Exactly."

"Why's that?" he lit his own cigarette. "Got two jobs... should be able to pay for this stuff. You get yourself in trouble?"

"No, I am trouble-free, thank God. I'm saving as much money as I can, because I wanna go to college. Preferably before I'm thirty years old, so I'm cutting back on everything unnecessary."

"And food is unnecessary? I mean, I get why ya skip nicotine,... but food?" he frowned at her, letting his eyes sweep up and down her slim body.

"Expensive food, yeah." Bay laughed quietly and took another drag from her smoke, enjoying it to the fullest.

"And what's expensive food to ya?" he was starting to relax a little more and casually leaned sideways against his truck, facing her and now studying her, while he made sure not to exhale his smoke directly into her face.

"Pretty much everything I can't get for free or for very little money." Bay explained and tried to ignore the next flutter inside of her, when he had situated himself a bit closer to her. Nobody should look this good when smoking. Why does he have to look so good? Stupid blue eyes. I don't even like blue eyes...

"What you eat then?"

"Rice or noodles with ketchup." Bay replied and almost laugh at his disgusted expression.

"Every day?"

"Yes."

"That's all?"

"Sometimes a peanut butter & jelly sandwich or what I can swipe from work." She blushed at the last part. She hadn't actually wanted to admit that she was stealing. Daryl, however, acted like he hadn't heard and for that she was grateful.

"What about meat? Ya ain't one of 'em veggie people, are ya?"

"No, I'm not. Meat is expensive, though. Can't bring myself to spend the money for it."

"But ya need it, Bay. Can't live off of fucking rice all the time." Daryl argued, but Bay just shrugged. "Gotta agree with your friend. Don't know how ya do it." Ain't good for ya either. Damn girl, ya oughta start taking better care of yourself.

"Becomes a habit after a month or two." She took the last drag from her cigarette before she let it fall to the ground where she put it out with her boot.

"Looks like." Daryl nodded before silence descended upon them again. The silence between them made them both aware of UB40's 'Can't help falling in love' playing on the radio, and it made them both (separately) feel even more awkward.

Wise men say
Only fools rush in
But I can't help
Falling in love with you

Shall I stay
Would it be a sin
If I can't help
Falling in love with you

As a river flows
Gently to the sea
Darling so it goes
Some things are meant to be

Take my hand
Take my whole life too
Cause I can't help
Falling in love with you

Both avoided eye contact while the song played, and Bay fumbled with her cross necklace. This is nota sign. It's the radio, nobody put this on on purpose. Coincidence. Simply a coincidence. Still, for all the arguing she did with herself, she couldn't help but feel that whatever powers were up there, were laughing at her.

"Are they kissing yet?" Erin was trying to get a glimpse of the couple, but the others were taller than her and she couldn't see right.

"Shhhhhhhhhh! Be quiet! You want them to know we're watching them?" Jessa admonished the tiny blonde.

"No, but I can't see. Sam, let me hop on your back!"

"I won't let you hop on my back. Daryl will sure notice that movement." Sam whispered back.

"So are they kissing yet?" Erin asked impatiently and was pouting a little, because she was the only one who wasn't able to see for herself.

"Far from it. Those two idiots ain't even looking at each other. They're standing close, but they are both looking at the damn ground." Patrick informed her while he shook his head in frustration. "Come on, D! She's cold, put your damn arm around her. You got her alone, what more do ya need?"

"This isn't gonna work." Sam said and all of them nodded in agreement.

"Bay for sure isn't gonna make the first move. She never approached any guys. She never recognizes or believes when someone is interested in her." Jessa explained and looked at Patrick questioningly when he looked at her with raised eyebrows. "What?"

"Oh come on, she had that thing with Steve Connelly."

"They kissed once at a party. It was just kissing, not even groping or anything. He made that up. Alcohol was involved and she wasn't all that into it. If something's gonna happen here, it's gotta come from Daryl."

"Yeah, then this isn't gonna work for sure." Patrick scoffed quietly. "Guess we gotta give them a couple more pushes. Come on, let's get back to the others. Ain't nothin' to see here."

Bay and Daryl exchanged shy glances for a long time, until they both eventually burst out laughing a little at the situation.

"Can I ask you something?" Bay asked when the ice had been broken again.

"I ain't homeless. Not really." Daryl knew it was exactly what she had wanted to ask, when he saw her surprised expression.

"Then why were you there?" She asked. The thought that it might have had something to do with him wanting to keep an eye on her, never occurred to her.

"I stay with Pat,... most of the time. Used to live with my brother, but he's gone for a while and we kinda lost the apartment... Gonna get a new one when he gets back. Anyway, like I said, I stay with Pat, but when him and his girl get busy, I stay in my car, you know?"

"That's nice of you, but isn't that cold? You looked cold."

"Got used to it. Like you and the food thing." he shrugged like it wasn't a big deal.

"If I had known... You could have stayed with me I guess... inside..." Bay wasn't sure that she actually would have had the balls to offer him to stay, because she wouldn't have wanted him to think she was luring him into her cave or something like that, but then again, her grandmother had taught her manners. She wouldn't have let him freeze the whole night.

"I saw your place, remember? Ain't no room for me ta stay. You have the couch and nothing else." he laughed a little.

"I could have slept on the floor for a night. Wouldn't have been a big deal."

"That what ya think of me?" Daryl narrowed his eyes, feeling a bit insulted that she would think he would have taken her bed. "Think I'm the kinda guy who'd let a girl,... an injured girl, sleep on the damn floor?"

"No, that was not what I was saying, Daryl. But I would have offered. It would have been the least I could have done to pay you back for what you did."

"Already told ya, need no thanks for that."

The conversation was turning a bit sour, and Bay was wracking her brain to come up with something to steer it back into calmer waters, but she was at a loss. She could have screamed in relief when Jessa and Patrick came walking around the car.

"There you guys are. Having fun?" Patrick smiled and plucked a newly lit cigarette from Daryl's fingers. He didn't wait to get an answer. "Bayanne, some of us are going to the movies tomorrow. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas. You in?"

"Ummm..." she hesitated. She didn't want to be a party-pooper, but she would have to spend five dollars for the damn ticket. Five dollars was nothing, but that voice inside her head, told her that she shouldn't do it. "I have to be at work early..."

"Not a problem, we're going in the afternoon when it's empty." Patrick took the wind right out of her sails. It was a lie, they hadn't planned to go in the afternoon, but he wanted her to come, because Daryl was going. Maybe in a dark movie theater one of them would nut up and make a move. From their whole body language, how they kept standing so close to each other and how they looked at each other, it was just so obvious there was some big attraction going on, they just weren't able to realize it and act on it by themselves.

"Leave her be, she don't wanna." Daryl shot a warning glance at Patrick.

"Bay, come on, you gotta come. It's gonna be so much fun." Jessa insisted.

"Yeah, totally. It's gonna be awesome. Come on, Bay. You know you wanna." Patrick grinned.

"Yeah Bay, don't be a fucking spoil sport. What you wanna do, stay home like some shut in and watch TV? That's just sad. You're 18, you gotta live it up a little. It's just a movie, what's the big deal?" Jessa kept urging her.

"I... uh..." Bay grew increasingly uncomfortable with the presence of Jessa and Patrick. She couldn't shake the feeling that something was going on here and that Jessa was not the girl she used to know anymore. She had changed a lot and not necessarily for the better. Looked like some of that pushy behavior of Patricks had transferred to her.

"Awesome. We'll pick you up at three!" Patrick steamrolled her with a grin, and something inside Bay cracked. She might be quiet and patient, but she was not a push-over. She was not a weak little girl that let a guy she barely knew take charge of her life.

"No, you won't pick me up at three." she stated in a firm voice and stared hard at Patrick, showing that she meant it. "I didn't say yes, did I? I'm not going. I don't want to. Not interested in the movie and not interested in having you eat each other up right next to me for 90 minutes. I thought you were a nice guy, Patrick, but you are clearly one of those men who hears 'yes' when a woman says 'no'. I seriously hope you don't treat her that way." Bay said and pointed at Jessa, who looked at her with wide eyes. .

"Bay, calm down. We were just joking around."

"I am calm. I'm simply do not wanna go and I'd appreciate if your boyfriend and you would accept my decision and not stomp all over it."

"Geez,... what the hell happened to you, Bay? You used to have a sense of humor." Jessa was still trying to laugh the whole thing off.

"I still have it, but this isn't funny." Actually the whole thing, in a way, reminded her of almost getting raped. She was sick and tired of people trying to force her to do something she didn't want to.

Daryl stood there and watched Bayanne with what could almost be described as a proud smile on his face. He felt the urge to clap and give her a standing ovation. Finally a girl who wasn't fazed by Patrick's pretty smile and his cocky charm. You go girl! You tell him how it is! Daryl had been ready to jump in, but then Bayanne had opened her mouth and surprised and impressed him. This girl was able to fight and stand up for herself and he found himself liking it. He wished she would keep going and give Patrick some more pieces of her mind, but now she had turned towards him again and was asking him something.

"Could you please take me home?" Bay was a bit confused when she noticed Daryl smiling at her, but she took it as a good sign. She had talked back to his best friend and usually it was bros over hoes, wasn't it? Seemed like Daryl thought that Patrick had it coming. Good for Daryl.

Good thing that he'd only had one and a half beers, he was still able to drive. "Sure, get in."

"Bay wait." Patrick gently grabbed her arm. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. We were having a good time and I got a bit overzealous. Don't go yet. Let's have another beer and just hang out." Patrick wanted to kick himself. He had wanted to help Daryl and now he had screwed it up. Shit like that always happened with him and he got himself into trouble. Once again, that was why Daryl was the smarter one out of the two of them. He was more careful with things like that.

"I really wanna go. I'm tired and it's been a really long week. Bye." Bay murmured and got into the passenger seat. Daryl closed the door for her and bumped into Patrick on purpose, giving him a look that said he was pissed with his friend. Patrick had the decency to look uncomfortable, but Jessa was giving her a bit of an evil eye. Bayanne didn't care. Seemed like they both had changed in the past year. She wasn't a big fan of being alone, but she sure as hell didn't need friends like Jessa who would walk all over her and let her boyfriend to the same. At least Erin was still the sweet person she always had been. Maybe she would be able to keep in touch with her somehow.

Daryl wasn't able to stop smirking. That scene from just a couple of minutes ago kept replaying over and over in his head and it made him inexplicably happy and damn proud. He now knew that, if her attackers hadn't physically overpowered her, that that damn Bayanne girl would haven given them hell herself. He wondered if she knew how to shoot. Maybe he should try to hook her up with her own gun to protect herself with at night when she was walking home alone.

"Did I ruin your night?" Bay asked when they were almost at her building.

"You kiddin'? Think you just fucking made my night." Daryl laughed a bit, causing Bay to smile and blush a little. Stupid butterflies.

"I'm glad. I didn't wanna make a scene, but I can't stand getting steamrolled like that."

"That's good. Good that ya ain't taking shit from no one."

"Is he always like that?" Bay asked next and wondered why Daryl was friends with him, if he indeed acted like that all the time.

"He ain't that bad. Not usually..." Daryl trailed off and hesitated to explain to her, why exactly Patrick had acted like that. "I told him. What happened..."

"Okay." Bay frowned, not quite sure what that had to do with anything.

"Now he's got this idea in his head... Wants us ta hook up, 'cause he thinks I like ya or something." he explained as casually as possible and quickly added the next part. "I don't though! I don't like ya. In case ya were thinking that, too, 'cause I slept outside your place. But I don't, okay? Not like that anyway." Daryl wasn't sure what it was, but he felt a little twinge inside his stomach when he said it and it did not make him feel good at all.

Ouch. That hurt more than I thought it would. Bay tried not to let that punch in the gut show and smiled as coolly as possible. "I wasn't. Thinking that, I mean. I didn't think it had anything to do with me. Still don't. But I figured that Patrick was trying something along those lines. Now he knows not to do it anymore and to leave us alone. I don't think I'll hang out with you guys much in the future... if at all."

"Told ya, I don't mind."

"It's not because of you. I guess my friends and I just drifted apart. That wasn't the Jessa I used to know and I don't know if I like that new version. Or did I overreact? I just don't want to get forced to do something I don't feel comfortable with. Would be like Monday night all over again." Bay murmured and looked out the window at the front door of her building while he parked.

"Nah, it was good what ya did." he smiled slightly and started chewing his lip when he got nervous. Here they were, in front of her apartment. Should he kill the engine, let her know he was willing to spend some more time with her? Why the fuck do I wanna spend more time with her? We never find shit to talk about. Yet he was unwilling to let her go already. Her telling him she wasn't gonna hang out with his friends anymore made him feel kind of anxious.

"Thanks." Bay cleared her throat and was just about to say goodbye and put her hand on the door handle, when Daryl quickly spoke up.

"Ya want another smoke?"

"I could definitely use one, yeah." Bay laughed and felt weirdly relieved when Daryl turned of the motor. He stemmed his feet into the floor board and his back into his seat in order to lift his ass up from the seat a little, so he could reach the pack of cigarettes in his pocket. Just like last time he lit Bay's for her before he handed it over, once again careful to not let their fingers touch. "Thanks, Daryl."

"Welcome." he murmured and lit one for himself. "Gonna go to sleep once you're up there?"

"Probably. Not much else to do." Except cry my eyes out. Should've stayed home. What a shitty week. "And you? Going back there? Or home to Patrick's?"

"Patrick's. Jessa ain't stayin'. Something with her parents, dunno. Don't really care."

"Are you going to the movies tomorrow? With them?"

"I was going to, but you had a good point. Don't really feel like having ta listen to their softcore porn." Daryl sighed and grinned in surprise when Bay burst out laughing.

"Softcore porn? Seriously? It's that bad?"

"They ain't got no shame, let's leave it at that." Daryl chuckled and leaned his head back against the head-rest while he looked over at her.

"Poor guy." Bay smiled. Her position mirrored his and they shared a long look. He was looking directly into her eyes this time and Bay swore she felt something crackling in the air between them. Unfortunately she now knew, that it was just her, so she broke the eye-contact eventually and blushed under his intense gaze. She suddenly felt a bit overwhelmed. She didn't want this. She didn't want that flutter or those butterflies. She knew he'd never be interested in her and she had enough on her plate, she didn't need the pain of an unrequited crush in her life. Being around him felt good, but then again, it didn't. It was confusing as hell.

What she didn't know was, that Daryl wasn't doing much better. He'd avoided touching her fingers like she had the plague, but just know when he'd looked at her, and she had looked at him, he had felt the urge to reach over and take her hand in his. He'd never felt an urge like this before. He was no stranger to urges. Quite the opposite, he had a healthy set of them. He was familiar with seeking sexual release without any emotional connection whatsoever, he had sexual fantasies, he was a young red-blooded male after all, but he had never ever felt the urge to just hold someone's hand and it was a damn mystery to him. He wasn't able to figure out what it meant. She nice. Guess I feel sorry for her. Ain't got it easy and now her friend kinda tried to fuck her over.

"Guess I'll let you get home now. Thank you for taking me." Bay said and stubbed out her cigarette in the ashtray inside the car.

Why she gotta say shit like that? Thanks for making me come, thanks for taking me... Moan like a bitch in heat just 'cause of a cigarette... Man that shit really ain't funny. Sometimes it sucked to be a 20 year old guy. It wasn't just some kind of cliché, it was fucking true, they really did think about sex all the damn time. Last year him and Patrick had been watching TV and this Buffy show had been on. One of the guys in the show had said 'I'm seventeen, looking at linoleum makes me wanna have sex!' and that was the goddamn truth. That's why all kinds of images immediately started flashing inside his mind when she said those things, and to top it all off, he knew what her tits looked like. A long 'shower' was most definitely in order tonight. He had some major steam to blow off.

Had he actually heard her? Bay wasn't sure, but Daryl seemed lost in thought. She cleared her throat to get his attention and repeated what she had said. "I'll let you get home. Thanks for driving me home, Daryl."

"Ain't nothing." he murmured with his smooth, soft voice.

"Good night. I'll see you around." Bay opened the door and got out.

"See ya." Daryl replied before she slammed the door closed. He waited until she was inside and the lights got turned on in her apartment, then he left for Patrick's, hoping that his friend wasn't home yet, so he could make good use of the shower.

The lights were on, which meant that Patrick was home already. Daryl groaned inwardly. He hoped that Jessa hadn't changed her mind and had accompanied her boyfriend home. Daryl wasn't feeling like spending tonight in his truck, all he wanted was a shower and to spread out on the couch. He parked his truck out front and entered the building, leaping up the stairs two steps at a time instead of getting into the old elevator. He didn't trust that thing and he'd fancy getting stuck in there even less than spending the night sleeping on the backseat of his truck. When he reached the door to the apartment he currently shared with Patrick, he carefully listened for sex noises before he entered. All he heard was the TV though, so he used his key and went inside.

Patrick was lounging in his recliner, drinking a coke and eating potato chips. "Hey man."

"Home already?" Daryl questioned as he threw his keys on the table.

"Left right after you guys. Mood was kinda down in the dumps." Patrick muttered and watched Daryl strut toward the bathroom. "I'm sorry 'bout what I did back there."

"Not now." Daryl cut him off before Pat was able to say any more, and slammed the bathroom door behind him, locking it for good measure. Didn't need Pat to walk in to take a piss. He had barely set a foot in the shower when the images started flashing inside his brain, that made his dick harden almost instantly. Some tiny, faceless brunette kneeling in front of him and going to town on his dick. He wrapped his hand around his length, not bothering with starting out slow, he wanted to get it over with and was going for the quickest way to achieve his release. He chose a fast and steady rhythm as he closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against his forearm, which he had placed against the cool, white wall tiles. "So good", he heard Bayanne's moan from earlier inside his head. The previous image changed and the faceless girl now had beautiful, large hazel eyes, Bay's eyes, that were looking up at him while she moaned with Bay's voice. Hell it was Bay that was making him feel good in this little fantasy. She made her tongue pointy and with the very tip of it she now drew slow circles on the tip of his dick. Heat spread through Daryl's body like a wildfire, it felt like it was prickling from his shoulders all the way down to his toes, making him shudder, and he wasn't able to stifle the helpless moan that bubbled up his throat. He came within two minutes, finishing all over his hand and belly where it got quickly washed away by the hot water that was steadily pouring over his head and body. Much better. For now. He knew the constant restlessness he felt pretty much 24/7 would be back soon.

A couple of minutes later he was dropping down on the couch in clean clothes and with wet hair. Pat was watching some kind of crime show, but Daryl didn't really pay attention to it. He just closed his eyes and tried to doze a little.

"I really am sorry, ya know?" Patrick spoke up again, making his best friend sigh.

"Ain't me ya gotta apologize to. I'm used ta you bein' a dickhead."

"Next time we hang, I'll apologize to Bay."

"Good luck with that. She ain't gonna hang with us no more. Told me when I took her home."

"Fuck. I'm sorry man." Patrick felt bad, now he had seriously ruined all chances of them ever getting together.

"Why? What do I care if she hangs with us or not?" Liar, his own subconscious yelled at him. Yeah okay, maybe she would have made a good friend, but that's it.

"Come on, really dude?" Patrick couldn't believe that Daryl was still denying feeling something for Bayanne.

"Yeah, really. Ain't ever saying this again, so listen closely. I. Ain't. Into. Her. Don't love her or nothin', ya got that? Sick and tired of this shit." Daryl told him sharply. "Told her, too, so back off this thing, alright?"

Patrick almost fell out of his recliner in shock. "You told her, too? Holy hell,... like, she say somethin'? That she was interested and you turned her down?"

"Nah, just told her that you were tryin' ta hook us up. Told her jus' 'cause I stayed in front of her place that don't mean I like her and that I really don't like her like that. So now we are all clear on that. You can cut out your fucked up game now. If ya ever mention it again or try some shit, I'll whack ya with a damn beer bottle." Daryl threatened while he kept pointing his index finger at his shocked friend.

That goddamn idiot. He told her he wasn't interested. Great, least now I'm not the only one who ruined it. Or was I wrong? Maybe he really ain't into her? But come on, all those looks and their body language... I can't be that fucking wrong. Well, guess that ship's definitely sailed and Daryl ain't gonna happen. Too bad. "Alright. Got it. Done with that shit now." Patrick sighed. No more meddling or trying to set them up, that was alright with him, but it still irked him that he had apparently misinterpreted Daryl's behavior a lot. That or Daryl was even more clueless and stubborn than he'd ever thought possible.

While Daryl was in denial and Patrick had given up, an overwhelmed and confused Bay was laying on the sofa in her dark apartment. She was in the fetal position, hugging her knees to her chest and she was crying and quietly talking to herself. "I'm so damn stupid. I never cried over no boy, why am I starting now? I don't even want to like him, those damn butterflies are maybe just because he saved me heroically. I knew a guy like him is completely out of my league and he'd never be interested. I know all that, I'm not asking for him to like me so why in the world do I have to cry?" she sniffed and wiped some tears away with her hands. "What a horrible week. Why did he have to come and get me? Especially if he doesn't even like me at all? Why did he have to bring me that damn ointment? Why is he so nice if he doesn't even like me?"

She had been rejected, without even so much as flirting with him. Bay may lead the life of an adult for the most part, but on the inside she was still a girl which had only been out of school for less than a full year. All these things confused her and it hurt when a cute boy told you that he didn't like you. She was practically still more of a teenager than an adult and therefore she still had that famous selective hearing a lot of teens suffer from. She hadn't heard the part during which he had told her that he didn't like her like that. All she had heard was 'I don't like you. I really don't like you at all.' He'd just been nice, kind of doing some aftercare after that incident on Monday night. Now he had made sure she wouldn't die from an infection, now they would be back to being cashier and customer, nothing more and nothing less.

I don't even want more than that. Bay thought stubbornly. Don't care if he likes me or not. This damn heart flutter was just a spur of the moment thing, just like the butterflies. Lapse in judgement or whatever. It was nothing. Will be gone again after today. Won't see him anymore except for when he shops at the store. I can just forget about all of this and carry on with my life.

Suddenly one of her favorite songs popped into her head and thinking of it as kind of fitting, she quietly started humming and singing to herself.

Carry on, my wayward son

For there'll be peace when you are done

Lay your weary head to rest

Don't you cry no more

She sang that chorus about four times and eventually did stop crying, but she felt silly. Like singin to myself is gonna help. No wonder he doesn't like you. You're still a silly girl. I wish you were here, granny. I could use some of your great advice. However she would have to do without. Good thing she was used to things being tough, which was why she was also used to keeping her head up and pushing through all the bullshit. She didn't need anybody else around to complicate her life, she told herself, she was doing fine on her own. She would be a-okay.

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Snowbird: Thank you so much for your reviews. Lol, I gave myself a craving for donuts with that last chapter. They are great, with cofee, with cappuccino, with hot chocolate, they are great period. I'm glad you still enjoy this. This was just the way most kids got together when I was that age. It was weird and awkward, innocent and kind of fun. I get the feeling that these days, kids think about sex much earlier than we did and with all that internet and social media we didn't have, I guess their experience nowadays is just different than ours has been. We didn't look people up on Facebook, we didn't have cellphones to text and call at any given time, there wasn't much on tv and hanging out on parking lots was the highlight of our day, lol. I miss those times. I hope that dog-sitting went well and you are back home safe and sound:) Until next time.