Date: Sun, 30 Apr 2000 22:01:37 EDT
From: SaetanSaDiablo@aol.com
Subject: One More Try -- 2 and 3

	Hi, Everybody! Here's the next installment. It's larger...because I
couldn't find the correct place to end it. I just...wanted to send the
whole thing, but I did.

	I wanted to thank y'all for your help and inspiration.

	Oh! I'm trying to set a time frame. How about two installments
every two weeks? I have little time to write, so I'm quite far
ahead. And...I just want to know what y'all would think of that. Any ideas?

	I want to thank KB and Lauren for continued support! And all my
readers out there, thanks for your email. :)

	Stories to look out for: "Fixing the Backstreet Boys" by the
impeccable Kelly. "Because I Love You" by Lucas. "Brian and Me" by DLS,
"Lucky Me" by Lauren...and "Justin's Secrets" by Diva. :)

	Disclaimer: This is a story that contains homosexual content, and
any likeliness between these characters and the real world is completely
coincidental. (Yeah, right)

	Email me! SaetanSaDiablo@aol.com

	Eh, and IM me: SaetanSaDiablo

	Thanks again for reading :)

Corrado.
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				One More Try
				by Corrado
Parts 2 - 3 :)


	The next morning, I awoke to a smell of food. Two thoughts entered
my mind: Kelly was home, or Kevin really could cook. Considering last
night, I'd go with the latter.

	I stood up and relieved myself in the bathroom. After taking a
quick shower, I dressed myself, and ran downstairs to see who was
cooking. Boy was I surprised at what I saw.

	Around my kitchen table were seven people. Most of whom I
recognized, like Kelly, Brian, Kevin, and Brad. But the other three were
vaguely familiar.

	"Dam!" Kelly said with a smile, "Meet the other three Cornerstreet
boys." The boys must've been used to this behavior because they all rolled
their eyes. "AJ, Nick, and Howie." I stepped over to AJ, a tall guy with a
lot of piercings, and shook his hand. It was strong and vibrant, obviously
he used that hand a lot. I smiled at Nick, who in return smiled back and I
offered my hand. Nick took it and shook. It was short and pleasant, to the
point of rude, but not rude enough to bring mention to it. Howie was next,
I shook his hand and he smiled. His handshake seemed more of a way of him
to judge me. It was his way to judge. We all exchanged pleasant greetings
as I leaned against the sink with a plate that appeared in my hands.

	"How did you get that nickname, Damien?" Brian asked. Obviously
referring to what Kelly has always called me.

	"Ever hear of Hoover Dam?" They nodded. "Ever hear of Hoover, the
vacuum company?" They nodded again. I smiled evilly and walked passed Brian
and whispered in his ear, "You do the math." And I left to go take a
shower. Leaving a stunned group of singers behind me. It must've taken them
a moment to figure out the joke, because before I knew it, they were all
laughing their asses off. I took my shower and got changed yet again.

	"You don't really do that, do you?" AJ called after me as soon as I
stepped out of the shower. I laughed to myself before answering.

	"You'll never know." I called back. After grabbing my leather
backpack and placing my notebook and a bunch of pens inside of it, I walked
out to the kitchen and placed it over my shoulder.

	"What is that, like, your pocket book?" Kevin asked raising an
eyebrow. "Do you carry that everywhere?"

	"Yeah...actually. I do." I said grinning. "It goes everywhere with
me because it has everything. My money, my wallet, my licensee...all my
important papers. My lesson plan for class...everything."

	"Lesson plan? You're a teacher?" I shrugged when AJ asked me this.

	"Teacher, professor, student teacher." I laughed. "Ass, dick...I'm
called many things. But I guess a teacher is more accurate."

	"Student teacher?" Howie asked raising an eyebrow.

	"How old do you think I am?" I asked, full well knowing his answer.

	"Twenty-three." He said confidently.

	"Nope. I'm twenty-six," I corrected. I smiled, satisfied that I was
able to catch him on something. "I won't be twenty-seven until March."

	"Cool, March what?" Ever notice how people always wonder when your
birthday is? When they have no intention of actually buying you a gift, let
alone remembering your birthday?

	"March twenty-ninth." I replied as I pulled a piece of bread off of
Kelly's plate.

	"Hey!" She protested.

	"Hey!" I mimicked. "Wherever did my plate go?" I glanced at her
plate and noticed the exact same things were on my plate before." She
blushed and looked away. "That's what I thought." I pulled the plate away
from her hands and started to nibble on the eggs and toast.

	"So what's planned for today?" Brad asked, which raised a very
important question.

	"Did you get laid last night?" I asked Kelly suddenly. Her faced
turned beet red as well as Brian's. I smiled at my triumph. The rest of the
guys all looked at Brian and Brad peered at Kelly.

	"No!" She said quickly, too quickly, I thought. "No." She said
again, unconvincingly. I eyed her and she blushed even redder. "Yes." She
said. The guys whooped and cheered and patted Brian on the back. I laughed
and rolled my eyes. It was a common occurrence, that question. I just never
asked in front of her boyfriend as well as her boyfriend's band mates. But
then, she never dated such a popular guy. I shifted my weight and raised an
eyebrow.

	"No one answered Brad's question." I pointed out, matter-of-factly.

	"I don't know what to do today. I just know that YOU," Kelly said,
pointing at me. "have got to be home by ten." I rolled my eyes.

	"I know, I know. I have school." I laughed at the irony. "You know,
I spent years getting out of school, now I teach at it. It's scary."

	"You teach? What do you teach?" Howie asked, speaking up.

	"Creative Writing and French. As well as a small course in
computers at the local High School." They nodded and I received the many
`cool's.' After a few moments of silence, I figured a way I could be more
productive.

	I placed my backpack on the table and pulled out the book I had
been reading. "Guys mind if I disappear into my room for like...ever?"
Kelly rolled her eyes.

	"You'd get more entertainment out of Mr. Rogers." I laughed when
she said this.

	"There's one difference between us: He'd try to rape your kids." I
said and I ran out of the room before anyone could comment on that. Once I
reached my room, I placed my Savage Garden CD, and began to sing as their
song, `Two Beds and a Coffee Machine' played. While I sang softly to
myself, I laid down on my futon and began to read. (Lyrics to the song
could be sent upon request, if'n you want.)



	As soon as the song was done, I heard footsteps descend up the
stairs. They slowly came closer to my room and suddenly, Kelly burst into
my room.

	"What the hell are you doing?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

	"Readin', am I not allowed to read?" I asked sarcastically.

	"No, you're not allowed to read. If you were allowed to read, I
wouldn't be up here yelling at you and telling you to get your lazy ass
downstairs and talk to Kevin." I raised a brow.

	"Why?" I asked shifting my weight.

	"Because." She said softly. "He's sort of...the odd man out. Just
as you tend to be." I rolled my eyes at that comment.

	"Bitch." I grumbled. She laughed.

	"Queen Bitch." She corrected. I smiled and started to stand up
slowly.

	"Fine, fine, fine." I said growling. "I'll come down and drag Kevin
to the store. I need to pick up some tapes and a tape recorder for class
anyway." She looked at me for a moment. I sighed. "Chris gave me an
idea. I'm going to have them listen to themselves in French class, I need
thirty tapes. One for each student, five extras." She whistled.

	"And this'll help them learn French?" She asked skeptically. I
laughed and shrugged.

	"Make them listen to how terrible they sound. And maybe they'll
learn that they need to study how to pronounce the verbs, as well as how to
conjugate them on paper." I smiled at that thought. Cindy, one of the
students I taught, couldn't spell at all. But she could pronounce the words
beautifully. And Shane, he could spells the words so well. But pronounce?
Yeah, right.

	"C'mon." She said, "Come downstairs with me?" I laughed when she
said that. I agreed and put an arm over her shoulder. "So why did you
retreat up here?"

	"To be honest? Because I wasn't feeling very well. My stomach has
been hurting lately." She rolled her eyes when I said this.

	"I told you to take some vinegar." She said and smiled. I shot her
a dirty look.

	"Yeah, and throw up everything that's in my stomach." I rolled my
eyes.

	"Yeah well..." She started to comment but at that moment we walked
into the kitchen and saw Kevin hugging Brian. I held back a comment about
incest because it was obvious they were comforting each other over
something.

	"Hi!" Kelly said cheerfully. I groaned.

	"Go to hell." I grumbled as I sat down on the chair. She tsk'd
tsk'd and patted my head.

	"Now that's no way to treat your master is it?" I rolled my eyes
when she said that.

	"Abusing me is no way to treat your love slave, is it?" She laughed
as soon as she heard what I had said.

	"You? Love slave? No wonder why I'm so unsatisfied." She sighed
dramatically.

	"Were you satisfied last night?" I shot back quickly. She giggled
and blushed. Brian did the same but hid behind Kevin. "That's what I
thought." I grabbed a coca cola from the refrigerator and popped it open. I
leaned against the refrigerator and smiled at our company. Everyone was
still where they were seated before. Brian and Howie were next each other
near the exit. AJ and Kevin were seated across from Brian and Howie and
Nick was on one side whereas Brad was on the other. Kelly, being the
innocent young virgin she is, (Yeah, right, and the mouse on my computer
has it's own little cage) was sitting on Brian's lap. And from the way he'd
fidget every now and then, I figured the little Baptist boy was getting a
little...'happy.'

	Rolling my eyes, ran upstairs and into my bedroom. Everyone must've
decided that , that was where they wanted to be, because they all piled
into my room. I blinked slowly as Kevin and Howie made a little home on my
bed, and that Nick, AJ, and Brian found themselves some chairs, and that
Kelly found herself a chair. (Or the leg of a bar stool with how `happy'
Brian must've been.) I growled and kicked Kevin with my foot.

	"Move your ass." I said as I plopped down next to him. Nick
decided, at that moment, to investigate my stereo system.

	"What the hell kind of music is this?" He asked, holding up a Tim
McGraw CD. I rolled my eyes.

	"I'm a good ol' fashioned cuntry folkster!" I said in my best hick
voice. Nick grinned and threw the CD at me.

	"Get some real music," He laughed, "Like maybe some Busta, maybe
even a little Snoop." I blinked at him a moment.

	"You're a dork. Now stop dissin' my musical taste, because there's
some of your music in there. Which are Kelly's CD's. And also, there's also
some Wallflowers, and some Sarah Something..." I laughed.

	"Dam's got a weird taste in music." She said nodding slowly. I
rolled my eyes.

	"And how many of those CDs have you begged me to let you borrow?"
She laughed and looked down. "Thought so." I leaned back in my bed and
peered about the room. Nick was going through my CD collection, AJ my
closet, Howie was with AJ, Kevin was next to me staring at AJ and Howie,
and Brian was nuzzling Kelly's neck.

	"Know what?" Kevin nudged me.

	"What?" I nudged him back.

	"They make me sick." He nodded as he said this. I laughed.

	"Know what?" I said grinning.

	"What?" He replied.

	"Let's gross `em out." An idea had formed in my head, and
apparently his as well. Because within five seconds, we had our arms around
each other and we were making the most sloppy, disgusting, kissing noises
you could make. Kevin even added a few moans. We weren't really kissing, of
course, just trying to get some attention. Like a spoiled child wanting
something.

	"Okay, we'll leave you guys alone now." Kelly said as she grabbed
Brian's hand and pulled him out of the room. Kevin and I busted up laughing
as AJ gave us some weird looks. Howie laughed and Nick just slapped Kevin
upside the head.

	"I told you before," He said with a lop-sided grin, "You're not
supposed to make out with your client until he pays." I laughed as soon as
I heard this.

	"Oh? And how much is Kevin?" I asked, pulling for my wallet.

	"A quarter." Nick said, snickering. Kevin laughed and pushed Nick
out of the room.

	"You're not my pimp. AJ is." Kevin laughed and nudged Nick out of
the room. Now it was just AJ and us. Howie left with Nick.

	"So, I'm your pimp?" AJ asked, raising an eyebrow. I shrugged.

	"If you're Kevin's pimp, who's my pimp?" I asked batting an eye.

	"I am." Kelly said walking in and leaning against my doorway. I
laughed.

	"No!" I said loudly, "If you were my pimp, I'd be pimped away for a
pair of two dollar shoes."

	"Suki, Suki, I spit, not swallow, only two dollah." Kevin said
snickering. I rolled my eyes.

	"I don't do that!" I said at the same time as Kelly said, "He
doesn't spit." I glared at her.

	"He swallows." She said. I threw my pillow at her.

	"Evil cornerwhore." I said with amusement in my voice.

	"Crackwhore."

	"Slut."

	"Ass."

	"Jerknut."

	"Bitch."

	"Only if you slap my ass." I said with a laugh. "Well slap my ass
and call me bitch!" I started to laugh again. I couldn't help it, I didn't
know what was so funny, just that something was funny.

	"Okay, okay." Kevin said grinning, "Don't make us have to separate
you." I laughed and rolled my eyes.

	"Oh fuck you." I said with a grin.

	"Promises, promises." Kevin replied laughing.

	"Oh! That reminds me." I said grinning, "Kevin, I elected you to
come with me to the store." He blinked twice.

	"You elected me?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

	"Actually, no. Kelly did, but that's besides the point." I dodged
the pillow she threw at me.

	"Lying whore. He told me he was going to take you to the store."
She said pointing at me. I rolled my eyes.

	"C'mon," I said with a grin. "You're coming with me whether you
want to or not." He smiled. That's one thing I liked about these guys, you
could act yourself and treat them like lifetime friends, and they'll treat
you the same way. I've known him about a day and already I'm treating him
as if I've known him all my life. It's the same way with Kelly, I knew her
two days before I started to call her a Bitch.

	Kevin grabbed my wallet and threw it at me. I caught it and smiled
We started to walk down the stairs before Kelly called after us, "Don't
forget the tampons!" I groaned and laughed.

	"Kevin, you can go buy those." I said grinning. He laughed and
shook his head.

	"No, no, you can." He replied grinning. I chuckled softly and
unlocked the door for Kevin. And my door so I could drive.

	On the way there, Kevin and I had a religious discussion. It's
amazing what one would think of during road trips.

	"So what do you think of Christianity?" I blinked at him when he
asked that.

	"Where the hell did that come from?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.

	"Nowhere, I'm just curious. What do you think of Christianity? Or,
Christians in general?"

	"I think most of them are narrow-minded bigots. But there are quite
a few who I enjoy hanging around. So, it's sort of mixed. Why? What about
you?"

	He shrugged. "I'm not sure. I was raised Baptist, but the more I
think about most religions, the more wrong some feel." He shrugged again
and gave me a sidelong glance. "Think I'm crazy?" I shook my head.

	"I felt the same way when I was younger. I was just fortunate
enough that I was mature when I was fourteen. I mean, when I was fourteen I
knew what sex was, I wasn't a virgin due to a big mistake I made." I
shrugged. "I knew all sorts of things I wasn't supposed to know. That my
teacher was having an affair on his wife with the principal. I even caught
them in the bathroom making out once." I laughed softly. "They say you
should keep your kids sheltered. My mother tried, I had a bad attitude
toward her. Her and I didn't like each other at all. My father died when I
was four, and..." I shrugged again. "I went through so many different
religious experiences. I was baptized when I was younger, I was brought up
Catholic, when I turned twelve, I tried a Christian church, I even
worshipped Satan for two years." I blushed and turned into the
supermarket's parking lot. "I was into Wicca for a while as well. So I've
tried a lot, and finally in the end, I ended up where I am today."

	"Where is that," He shifted his weight, "if I may ask."

	"Atheism." I said as I pulled into the parking space.

	We both got out of the car at pretty much the same
time. Thankfully, no one recognized him as we traveled through the store
and picked up the many essentials. Including the tampons.

	Finally, came the time to check out. I handed the thirty cassette
tapes and thirty notebooks to the cashier. Kevin handed the poor girl the
tampons. I held in a smart remark as she eyed him carefully. Finally, I
couldn't hold it in anymore.

	"Those tampons aren't for me. They're for him," I leaned in close,
"It's that time of the month." She gave him a weird look.

	"What the hell is Kevin Richardson using Tampons for?" She
whispered back. I coughed twice to clear my throat.

	"You didn't know?" I gasped. "He had a sex change last month." She
eyed him again. Kevin slapped me upside the head.

	"Don't listen to him, he's a little yank." I rolled my eyes when he
said this.

	"I'd rather be a Yankee, than a hick." I grinned as I said this.

	"At least I don't marry my own cousins!" He said. I dived for that
opening as I handed her the money.

	"No, you just give them the forty second poke and hump." I grabbed
the change from her hand and ran away before he could catch me.

	Kevin grabbed the back of my shirt as soon as I reached the parking
lot. He pulled my against him and whispered in my ear.

	"Asshole." He said and then he released me. I turned around and
grinned at him. He laughed and smiled back.

	"Jerk." I said as I started to walk toward the car. He rolled his
eyes.

	"Penis wrinkle." Kevin said grinning. I laughed and got into the
car. I unlocked his side and felt him sit down next to me, he placed the
bag in the backseat and put on his seat belt.

	"Smart boy." I said as I turned on the radio. He laughed and
changed the station to the radio. I rolled my eyes and changed it back. We
kept going back and fourth until I reached the driveway. As soon as I
turned the car off, I got out and ran toward the house. Leaving Kevin with
the bag.

	He followed suit, though, and met me at the door. I nudged him in
the ribs and ran inside and collapsed on the couch. My head landing on
Kelly's lap, who just happened to be sitting on Brian's. I laughed and she
flicked my forehead.

	"Where's loverboy?" She asked raising a brow.

	"Lovergirl, and he's carrying the tampons." I looked toward the
doorway where Kevin was standing holding the bag. I stared at the roof and
noticed a particular place where it was smooth.

	"Ass." He said grinning at me. I rolled my eyes.

	"Don't you guys tired of this game?" He laughed when I said that.

	"Nope." He replied, grinning from ear to ear. I grabbed the pillow
behind Brian's back and threw it at him. Brian growled and flicked my ear.

	"If another person flicks me, I'm going to flick you up the ass." I
said growling. Kelly went to flick me but before she got the chance to I
grabbed her kneecap and started to squeeze. She started to laugh and squirm
uncontrollably on top of Brian's lap. I rolled my eyes and yawned.

	"What time is it?" Brian asked softly. Only Kelly and I were able
to hear and I felt Kelly move a little and show him her watch. "Oh." He
said quietly and then he yawned. I laughed.

	"So?" I asked peering up at Kelly's face as she looked down at
me. "What time is it?" She shrugged and I pinched her in the calf. She
yelped.

	"It's four thirty." I blinked at her.

	"Already? Damn, time goes by fast." I chuckled softly.

	"So, what do we do for the rest of the night?" Kelly asked raising
an eyebrow. I thought about it for a moment.

	"You and Brian and Kevin and everyone else could go rent some
movies." Kevin and Brian stares at me. "What?"

	"All of us, rent a video? It'll take forever." Brian said
seriously. I rolled my eyes.

	"That's why you're supposed to reach a consensus, and let me get
some work done here. I have stories to grade, as well as webpages and some
French dialog papers." They all stared at me. "In other words, move your
sorry asses out of this house and let me grade." Kelly rolled her eyes.

	"He always gets like this when he needs to feel constructive." She
said loud enough for me to hear.

	"There's a difference?" Kevin asked blinking. I snorted.

	"Go, and leave me to my peace." I ushered them out the door. I ran
up to my room and grabbed my backpack. I fondled around through there and
grabbed for some paper and the folder I had all my work from my classes
in. I opened the folder and fumbled through there for my webpage
disks. Bingo! I grabbed them and the papers and sat there arranging
everything. As soon as I had three separate piles: French, Writing, and
disks, I placed them back in he folder and walked down to the computer
room.

	The computer room wasn't used much, I only used it for writing and
work. Kelly rarely touched the computer. Sometimes I don't even think she
knows how to turn it on. Which doesn't say much for her skills in bed. I
cleared me throat and began working on the short stories for the Creative
Writing class. I had a kid in there who was extraordinarily gifted when it
came to writing. I loved his work and always looked forward to grading his
papers. I know I'm supposed to have a professional attitude toward each
individual, but his papers...are spectacular.

	When I came across his paper, I shifted my weight and put on my
glasses. He wrote small and neat, and there was always something more to
his work. But when I glanced at what was on the paper, I knew something was
up. There was a poem instead of a story like I assigned.

Dreaming By The Fire

She sits by the fire, Eating her warm oatmeal.  Staring into the smoldering
hearth, Dreaming, loving, hoping.

But we can't all get what we want.  Whether it is lust, Money, sympathy, Or
even love.

But yet she sits there by the fire, Eating her warm oatmeal.  Staring into
the flames, Continuing to dream, to love, to hope.

By John DaVisani

	I read and reread the poem. Glancing over and looking at my phone,
I knew what I had to do. Going through the cards I had each student write,
I found his. Grabbing my phone, I dialed the number and let it ring twice.

	"Hello?" A male voice picked up.

	"Uhm yes. This is Damien from Highland High School. May I speak to
John please?"

	"Uhm, sure." There was a brief moment of the phone fumbling and
some soft voices on the other end. Finally, John answered.

	"Mr. Jones?" James asked.

	"Damien." I corrected rolling my eyes. It was an everyday thing. I
tell the kids to call me Damien, I hate being called Mr. anything.

	"I'm sorry, Damien. What are you calling for?" I heard someone
laughing in the background and then a sound like a smack. Then it got
quiet.

	"Uhm, this poem you wrote." I wasn't able to say anymore.

	"Did I turn in "Dreaming By the Fire"? I knew I did! I gave you the
wrong paper Friday when you asked for them. I'm sorry." I chuckled when I
heard him apologize.

	"I know you're sorry." I grinned, "But it's a...remarkable poem. I
mean, it's better than your usual work." I could almost hear him
blush. He's a shy kid until you get to know him.

	"Yeah, well..." I chuckled when he didn't say anymore.

	"I would like to place it into the school newspaper." I said
suddenly. I don't know where the idea came from, but it just popped into my
head.

	"Really?" He asked.

	"Of course!" I started to play with a paper clip.

	"Well," I interrupted him.

	"If you can always write like this, then, yeah, I'd love to give
you your own column." I knew he was beet red by then. I just...knew him
that well.

	"Sure!" He said enthusiastically. "Could I get your help with it,
too?" He asked timidly. I chuckled.

	"Oui. Of course, my friend." I chuckled. "Is there anything you
need while you have me on the phone?"

	"Uhm, with the French homework. Did you want us to translate the
whole thing into English?" I blinked. "Or did you just want us to reply in
French?" I thought about that one.

	"It don't matter, do it either way. I won't penalize you. Besides,
I'm too lazy to grab my plan book." I chuckled.

	He laughed for a few seconds and said he had to go. We exchanged
`good-byes' and I hung up. I placed the phone on the hook and glanced at
the clock. It was a little after five and they would be home soon. So I
started to finish grading the stories.

	By the time I finished the stories and started on the French One
essays, I was tired. There was over 27 stories and most weren't all that
short! My eyes started drooping as I finished the second French Essay. I
let out a yawn and slapped myself.

	That had he desired affect.

	I started to read the French essays and finally came across
Jake's. It was good, not as good as I had hoped, but it was still good. I
marked him off as a ninety three. Took off points for spelling. I blinked
at the essay Brian wrote. It was perfect. There wasn't a problem at all,
which was unusual for a kid with an average of six and who can't even
pronounce `Un.' I chuckled softly as I marked him off with a hundred. I was
going to talk to him about that.

	The next essay was exactly the same as the first. Only it was
written in a different handwriting and I didn't know the kid. The name
looked vaguely familiar. I shrugged it off and put the paper over the other
one. Didn't even grade it.

	I placed the last essay on the pile and yawned. It was six thirty
and they weren't back yet. Howie and the rest of the guys weren't here when
they left, so maybe they had to go and pick them up. I went through the top
draw of the computer desk and clicked a button on the remote control. Soon,
Savage Garden's music was filling the little office space and I started to
work on the webpages.

	I was almost done around seven thirty when two cars pulled into the
driveway. I put the disks together and turned off the monitor on my PC. I
walked out into the living room and helped them pull in the bags.

	"Mc Donald's?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

	"All we could agree on." Howie said grinning a little as he handed
me the bag. I chuckled and placed the bags on the coffee table. All of a
sudden there were hands wrapping around me from behind. I chuckled.

	"Oh Kelly!" I moaned, "Harder! Harder!" She slapped my shoulder.

	"How'd you know it was me?" She asked, raising a brow.

	"Simple: Your breasts. You're only girl, and unless AJ there is
hiding something, the only girl with breasts that're too big for a D cup."
I said chuckling. She blushed and slapped me.

	"How the hell do you know a D is too big for me?" She asked raising
a brow.

	"When you put a D on, you don't do much and you act a little
sore. That's why you only have two bras." I laughed when I saw the question
coming, "I do laundry, remember?" She blushed.

	"Okay, let's stop discussing my bra size or we'll start discussing
your penis size." She grinned.

	"I'm not ashamed of what I have." I snapped back. "Besides, I bet
yours is bigger than mine." I said grinning.

	"You're only half-right, dear." She said grinning, "I don't have
one." I chuckled and started to touch that, when I thought better of it.

	We all sat around the coffee table and started to eat our various
food. Kelly had gotten me what I usually ordered at McDonald's. An Arch
Deluxe meal supersized. I was in love with the french fries.

	We all made small talk as we ate. You know, the normal
conversation. (Like you can have a normal conversation when four extremely
cute celebrities are at your table eating McDonalds.) And somehow we got to
discussing virginity. And...apparently, only a few of us were virgins.

	"Kevin? Are you going to answer that question?" I asked, teasing
him a little bit.

	"No, I'm not." Kevin said, clearing his throat and resuming his
meal.

	"Well," Kelly said, "That was a learning experience." She said
chuckling. I tossed a french fry in her hair and started to quickly eat my
burger. She jumped and threw one back. I rolled my eyes.

	"You're so mature." I said laughing.

	"Like you can talk. Some of your students are more mature." She
shot back. I chuckled and cleared my throat.

	"Hey guys?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, "Do any of you have the
time?" I said, looking at Kelly. She rolled her eyes.

	"It's almost eight thirty." I sighed as I heard that.

	"Ready to watch those videos?" I asked, still wondering what they
had bought.

	"Of course!" Kevin said a little too enthusiastically.

	"So, what'd you guys get?" I asked as I stood up and walked over to
the table where the blockbuster videos were placed. Before I got a chance
to look at them, Kevin grabbed them and tossed them to Howie. Who in turn
tossed them to AJ who ran to the one of the rooms to dispense of
them. Walking back slowly, he had a tape in hand and placed it in the
VCR. I didn't recognize the tape at all.

	"You'll like it." Kelly said, grinning. I blinked at her
slowly. Somehow I knew I'd probably hate it. Or at least find it revolting.

	Howie pressed play and we all scrambled for a seat. Kelly and Brian
sat on my right, and Kevin was on my left. Howie and AJ took up fort by my
feet on the floor. As soon as the opening credits rolled I nudged Kelly.

	"What the hell is this?" I asked, pointing to the pair of lips that
were singing.

	"Shh." She said grinning. I shifted my weight and leaned a little
more toward Kevin. He looked at me a moment and then back at the
screen. Finally, the name of the movie came on. The Rocky Horror Picture
Show. I suppressed a groan and watched it. I didn't have anything better to
do.

	"I'm just a sweet, transvestite..." Franken-farter, or whatever his
name is, started to sing. I turned and looked at Kevin, he was trying so
hard not to laugh. I've never seen a man try as hard as he did, to not
laugh. I glanced at Kelly and Brian, who seemed to be enjoying the
torture. I settled back in my comfortable position and finished watching
the movie.

	It was about a little before nine when the movie finally ended. And
for some reason I was incredibly exhausted. I mean, I didn't do anything
particularly straining today...

	Anyway, it was a little before nine and I glanced around the
room. Kevin was snoring lightly and was leaned a little more toward me than
he should have been. Brian and Kelly got up and Kevin fell on my side,
still sleeping.

	I let out a small groan when Kevin rolled over and rests his head
on my chest. I groaned again as I leaned back and got a little
comfortable. Couldn't hurt, could it? Kelly and everyone snickered softly
as they disappeared into their rooms for the evening. One thing troubled
me: Where was AJ and Howie going to sleep?

	Soon, sleep took over. And so did dreams that no mortal man, dared
to dream.