That Night, Shane's House, 12:15 A.M...

Shane had stayed up late in the evening in order to call his British best friend. That was in response to the two time zone related mistakes he'd made over the course of the last 24 hours. He was kinda tired, but the excitement he had kept him awake. He called Paige, and waited for her to pick up the phone. Sure enough, a few rings later...

"Oi, wanker. What up?"

Shane grinned at the sound of her voice.

"Hey, Paige. Did I get the time right this time? It should be like 9 back in Arizona, correct?"

"Yeah, congratulations. You didn't screw something up for once. Now... What the hell was that this morning?!"

He laughed before he explained.

"In all honesty, I said it was to prove my friend wrong, but it was really just cause I wanted to hear your voice again. I really missed you, Midnight. I know I sound like a broken record by now with the amount of times I've said that, but that's how much I mean it."

Paige facepalmed and sighed.

"You were always so sappy. Fuck, I can't stay mad at you. Is that how you talk to those girls who like you so much?"

"I don't understand the question." Shane answered truthfully.

"You know, wearing your heart on your sleeve at all times and never holding back on your emotions. That kinda stuff."

"Oh, uh... I guess. I've never really done that intentionally. It's just the way I am."

"That's probably why they like you a lot. I think you get it from that sexy dad you got." Paige joked.

Shane groaned in disgust.

"Oh, no. We are not starting with this shit again."

"Hey, what can I say, love? Your dad is fit as fuuuuck."


FLASHBACK, WOOP WOOP WOOP...

A little while after Shane and Paige became friends, Paige had met Kevin for the first time. It was... an interesting introduction to the patriarch of the Price family. It was a Friday, and the kids had gotten out of school. The two had a project they needed to work on and they were going to Shane's house to do just that. Only thing is, they weren't expecting to see what they saw as soon as they entered the house. His dad was laid out on the couch knocked out in just a pair of basketball shorts with a beer in his hand. Shane threw his hands up in frustration, while Paige just blushed and stared.

"Damn it, dad. Do you really have to lay out here in the living room like that in the middle of the day?" He said out loud.

At that point, Kevin slowly but surely woke up from his nap to see the kids staring at him.

"Oh, hey. You brought one of your friends with you I see."

"Yeah, I did. Dad, this is Paige. She's a transfer student from England."

"Hi. Nice to meet you." The girl said as she meekly waved.

Kevin sat up after he heard her speak and was on high alert.

"Holy shit, she actually is from the UK. Weird, seems like European girls just gravitate toward this family for some reason."

"Huh? What do you mean?" She asked confused.

"My mom was originally from Ireland. He's just making a dumb joke." Shane explained.

"Come on, son. Don't you find that a little cool? First Ireland then fuckin England. That's some Twilight zone shit right there!"

Shane chuckled.

"Yeah, that is kinda cool when you think about it."

Kevin walked over to them and stuck out his fist for a pound. Shane followed through, but Paige was a little hesitant.

"What's wrong, kid?"

"Dad, she's weirded out because you're almost naked!"

The grown man looked down at himself and chuckled.

"Oh yeah, didn't realize it. Sorry, man. I don't got dad bod yet, so I don't really where shirts around my house that often. My bad."

Paige couldn't help but look at him. The man was jacked. Didn't look like he had a single ounce of body fat on him. Still, she managed to keep her composure.

"It's alright, Mr. Price."

"Nah, nah. Call me Kevin. That Mr. Price shit sounds like I'm one of those creepy gym teachers who stare too much at the students while they run around the track."

"Seriously?" Paige asked surprised.

"Yup, seriously."

"Hey, how come I gotta call you dad then?" Shane protested.

"Because if you call me by my first name, I'm gonna kick your ass. I'm still your father. Now, I'm still tired, so I'm gonna to my room and catch some Zs. Don't burn anything, don't break anything. There's food in the fridge. See ya."

He walked away and the kids just stood there awkwardly.

"Soooo, yeah. That's my dad." Shane said.

"He's so hot." Paige mumbled under her breath.

Shane turned to her.

"What?"

"Nothing, nothing. Let's get to work on this project, okay love? Okay."


Back to Present...

"Can you not daydream over my father? Shit is creepy and wrong." Shane asked annoyed.

"Tell your dad not to be delicious, and I'll stop. How is the old man nowadays anyway?" Paige asked.

"He's working at a nightclub now. He's basically a bouncer. From what he's told me, he's been having the time of his life."

"That's good to hear. So, I already know about those girls. Tell me about the bros. Who's that Seth guy from this morning?"

"Oh, Seth? He's a good guy. Kind of whiney, but he means well. He's actually the captain of the football team. Plus he's the quarterback. Man can he throw. Easy for me since it's my job to catch."

"What does he look like?"

"He's kind of slim like me accept he's got a little more muscle packed on. He's got long hair, and dyed half of it blonde."

"Sounds like a good looking guy. Who else?"

"Let's see. There's my best friend, Dean. He was the first guy I met when I came here. I love him to death, but he's a total nutcase. Plus he's a kleptomaniac. Dude's got a problem with stealing stuff for real. But he's loyal as hell. If you need something, Dean's the first person to have your back, no matter what. His girlfriend's crazy as fuck, so I guess they were meant for each other."

"That's almost beautiful in a weird sort of way." Paige commented.

"Yeah, it is pretty crazy, but Dean's my boy and he's happy. If he's happy then I'm good. Doesn't hurt that his girl's hot as hell. She may be insane, but I'd be lying if I said she wasn't attractive."

"What does she look like?"

"Let's just say, Dean really likes chocolate." Shane joked.

"Wait... He eats ass?!"

"Fuckin, huh?! No, Paige she's black! I mean he might, but that's not what I was getting at all. What is wrong with you?!"

"Sorry, you said chocolate!"

"How does eating ass have anything to do with eating... You're fuckin nasty."

"I'm not! That was an honest misunderstanding!" Paige defended herself.

"Whatever, whatever. I don't wanna talk about it anymore."

"Okay, I'm fine with that. Any other friends?"

"Yeah, there's Big E. He's uh... Well he's big. Like really big. The scary part is, it's mostly muscle. You think my dad's jacked, you ain't seen jacked until you've seen Big E. Man's got triceps on triceps. Also he's really funny. Like, during class, he's gotten us in trouble because he's made us laugh so hard we couldn't control. Another good guy. You'd love him. So yeah, that's pretty much it for close friends. Oh yeah, and there's Cody. He's a "'ladies man." I swear every other week he's got his eye on another girl."

"Guys like that tend to catch something." Paige said.

"I hope he doesn't, but you're right. So, what about you? You made any new friends?" Shane asked interested.

"No, but I made a new enemy today."

"Really, who?"

"Remember when you said to tell Carmella that she could suck your balls? Well, I did, and it kinda ended up with me punching her in the face."

"Damn. How? I mean, I don't feel bad for that skank at all, but how'd it get physical?"

"She smacked me after I said it, and I just went mental and lost it. Now I have indefinite detention while she only got a call home to her parents."

"Bullshit! She's the one who made it physical! You didn't."

"I know, but I'm okay with it. Punching her was worth it. She sucks." Paige said content.

"You could say that again. But promise me you won't get hurt alright? Carmella's bitchy friends won't take too kindly to you punching her out. Watch your back."

Paige scoffed.

"Trust me, Shane. I could take on those plastic cunts any day of the week. You don't gotta worry about me."

"Okay, I'll try not to. I love you Paige." He said with genuinely.

"Aww, sweetheart. I love you too. Careful though. You can't be throwing that word around. Those two girls hear you saying that to me, and you're dead." She joked.

"Yeah, I know. I love all three of you guys though."

"Oooo, you naughty boy. You want all three of us in bed at the same time, do ya?"

Shane rolled his eyes.

"You know what I mean. Although... That wouldn't be a bad way to spend a day. Three beautiful girls on me at the same time? That's every boys dream!"

Paige giggled.

"You're such a perv."

"No, I'm a teenage boy. There's a difference."

"You suck. Alright, Shane. I'm tired and I want to go to sleep. Talk to you later."

"Okay, Midnight. Bye."

Shane hung up the phone and yawned.

"Damn I'm tired too. But, before I sleep, there's one more thing I have to do." He thought.

He picked his phone up and called another person.

"Yo, you've reached Ambrose."

"Hey, Dean, it's Shane."

"Hey dude. What's going on? You need more advice from Uncle Deano?"

"Nah, not tonight. I just got a question."

"Okay, shoot."

"Have you ever in your life... Eaten ass?"

"What?! Of course not! What kind of sick bastard do you take me for?! That's gross as fuck!" Dean answered appalled.

"Okay, just checking."

Once again Shane hung up the phone. He laid back in his bed and looked up at the ceiling. With a tired grin he spoke out loud.

"I wouldn't want my people to be any different."