Date: Sat, 2 Dec 2000 10:52:36 -0500 (EST)
From: Secret Dreamer <dreamsecret@poetic.com>
Subject: Fall Down & Smile - 7

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Chapter 7
"Girls just wanna have fun..."
By: Secret Dreamer <dreamsecret@poetic.com>


	I stood outside the dorms and stared up at the large building.
Sighing, I finally realized that I wouldn't be coming back.  This wasn't my
life anymore.  That chapter had closed and left me with a new one.  One
with a loving pregnant girlfriend and an apartment in New York City.  It
was perfect.

	I kicked a piece of gravel.  Than why didn't I want to leave this
chapter behind?  I cursed furiously as a tear slid down my cheek.  This was
utterly ridiculous.  I snatched at the car door and got in.  I started the
ignition only to hear the passenger side door open and close.  I looked
over to my right, only to see Jonathan smiling widely at me.  A duffel bag
in his hands.

	"Yes?"  I inquired, trying to keep my smile of glee at bay.

	He shrugged and gave me his famous smile. "I thought you could use
the company."

	I smiled back.  "I knew there was a reason you're my best friend."

	He feigned surprise before turning on the radio.  "Let's crank it!"
He smiled and winked at me.

	I laughed. God it felt good to laugh and pulled out of the parking
lot.  7 hours with Jonathan.  This was going to be interesting.

	I listened to him talk about his summer while I watched the scenery
pass.  The sun shone brightly as we passed the Nittany Mall.  A light
breeze caused the trees to bow deeply.  Another smile tugged at my lips.  I
was going home to be with Dawn.  A warm feeling in my stomach erupted.  It
felt like a warm summer day with an ice cream cone of your favorite ice
cream and the beach right at your fingertips.

	"...So Adam and I decided to move in together.  I was coming back
to PSU to get my stuff too.  I was planning on surprising you by coming up
to New York City.  I see you beat me to it," Jonathan finished up his story
with a grin.

	"And when do I get to meet this boyfriend?  I do believe I get
parental choosing."

	"Mm.  I'm afraid for him considering what you did to Mark."

	I coughed.  "Mark was soo not good for you!"  To me, it was
baffeling that he couldn't see that.  "Dear, he liked Bbmak."

	Jonathan shuddered slightly.  "Okay. Okay.  But Adam is different!"

	"That's what you said about Dan and Vinnie and Curtis and Bernie
and Donnie and Hank and..."

	Jonathan growled. "Okay, shut up!  Geez, your making me sound like
a slut!"

	I feigned astonishment.  "You? Noo. Never."  I smiled at him.

	"You know.  I seem to remember a story about you streaking down
Beaver Avenue.  I do believe Dawn would find that very amusing.  Or how
about that time that you woke up and forgot where you were, Hmm?  You
walked into the hallway butt-naked," he started shuffling through his bag.
"I think I have pictures."

	"Fine! Truce!"

	"Truce?  Oh my dear, it's way beyond that. It's war now."

	I snarled at him.

	He made a 'tsk tsk' sound. "Oh what about that time you and
Gretchen had sex at the Hub?  Now that was entertaining.  I think you two
got arrested, right?"

	"What about that little crush on JC Chasez? I think Adam would be
quite interesting to hear about our little truth or dare game? And your
little dream," I cackled as we turned onto the highway.  This was a war
that wouldn't easily be won, or lost.

	He glared at me and sagged into his seat, pouting.

	"Give up?"

	"No.  It's just hard to think of dirt on a goodie-two-shoes."

	"Oh, you're going down buddy-boy.  You're going down," I threatened
venomously.

	And with that, the insult war began.

	"Hag," he spat.

	"Whore."

	"Twit."

	"Bitch."

	"Slut."

	"Bastard."

	"Fuck nut."

	"Crack whore."

	"Butt munch."

	"Whigger."

	"Skank."

	"Dog."

	"I love you," he smiled, earning a smack on the arm from me.

*******

	It was 10 p.m. by the time we made it into the city.  The lights
cast an eerie illumination over traffic as we sped steadily toward the
apartment.  Jonathan's eyes were open wide as they shimmered with apt
wonder.  I grinned as a little bit of drool escaped down his chin.

	"Here it is!"  I opened the door with a flourish.  "It's not much
but it's ours."

	Jonathan walked in and smiled.  "I like it."

	The grand tour didn't last long after settling his bag into Dawn's
old room.  It occurred to me at that moment that we had, inadvertently,
turned the other bedroom into a guestroom.

	I took a Dr. Pepper from the fridge and tossed it to Jonathan, who
was sitting at the table.  I hopped up onto the counter with my own can.
"Where are you supposed to be meeting Adam?"

	Jonathan spread into a wide grin.  "Day after tomorrow.  I called
him before we left and told him the change of plans.  I gave him the
address."

	I nodded.  "So that gives us all of tomorrow to annoy each other.
This should be fun."

	"I'm sure we'll both be dead before the day is through," he
chuckled.

	"Well, we wouldn't want Adam to find any vital organs missing so I
suggest that Olivia and Love tag along.  Maybe Jack and Damien, too."

	I watched Jonathan raise an eyebrow in question.  "Jack and
Damien?"

	"Adam, honey.  Think Adam."

	Another toothy, and goofy, grin appeared.  "I can't wait for you to
meet him."

	I laughed and hopped off the counter.  "You got it bad.  He better
be something like a model to be good enough for you," I kissed the top of
his head before mussing his hair.

	"He is a model."

	I laughed harder.  "That's a good one, Jon."

	"No, I'm serious."

	"No you're not!"


	He nodded.  "I met him when I went to visit Mom and Dad in Florida.
He was visiting a few friends and we bumped into each other at a
coffeehouse.  I ruined a good shirt, too.  But he made up for it."

	"I'm sure," I cocked an eyebrow.

	Jonathan smacked my arm. "Not sex, dummy.  We talked all afternoon,
exchanged numbers, talked all night.  It was nice."

	"And now you're moving in with him?"

	He nodded.

	"That's so cute! Oh, I can't wait to meet this one," I taunted and
fled into my bedroom before another smack could be administered to any part
of my body.  "I love you! Good-night," I called through the door with a
snicker.

	He grumbled something incoherent and shut his door.

	I yawned and finished my drink before stripping and climbing into
the familiar sheets.  I tucked Dawn's pillow into my arms, relishing the
smell of her that had sunk into the material.  Just a few more days and it
would be her in my arms.  Another yawn and I tucked the pillow closer
before falling into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.


*******

	"You butt munch!" I hollered, running after Jonathan and jumping
onto his back.  "Take it back," I demanded tightening my hold on his neck.

	He just choked a laugh.  "No."

	"Take it back!"

	"No!  Now get off," he started to shake as I flew from one side to
the other.  Truthfully, it was giving me a headache and Olivia and Love's
giggling wasn't helping much.

	"Not until you take it back!"

	"Over my dead body!"

	"Than what am I supposed to tell Adam!"

	"That I died honorably, now get off!  You're heavy!"

	"Hey!" I smacked his shoulder.

	He laughed, his face turning a purplish color that oddly was
bringing me a lot of satisfaction.

	"Take it back!"  I demanded again. "I'm quite content with letting
you pass out on the sidewalk!  I can still get you back when you're
released from the hospital," I hissed.

	"Fine!" he coughed.  "You don't smell like fish now get off of me!"

	I slipped off his back and hit him repeatedly as he coughed.  "See,
that wasn't so hard," I said sweetly.

	He glared at me.  "I think Dawn needs to hear about your little
orgy idea."

	I stared at him.  "Dear, that was your idea."

	He cursed.

	Olivia and Love looked at each other, to us and than back at each
other.  "I pity your parents," Olivia concluded.  Love nodded her
agreement.

	"They pity themselves, too. Don't worry," I laughed.

	"We almost gave my dad a heart attack a few years back," Jonathan
hooted.  "We tried to build a tree house but neither of us were or are very
good with using tools.  We lost interest pretty quick so we went downtown,
got some french fries and went back to the yard..."

	"...We took those little ketchup packets and had a little war with
them.  Ketchup was all over us and the tools and some of the wood.  When we
came in, Dad thought it was blood," we continued to laugh as Olivia and
Love exchanged another look, shrugged, and walked away.

	This caused us to laugh harder as people stared at us and kept
their kids at a safe distance from our hysteria.

	"God Bless those little ketchup packets," Jonathan stated, wiping a
small tear from the corner of his eye.

	"And really quick explanations."

	We caught up to Olivia and Love and continued our exploration of
the city.

*******

	It was near 3 o'clock before we stopped for lunch at an outside
restaurant.  All four of us were exhausted and gratefully welcomed being
seated and somewhat pampered.

	Our drinks had just been ordered when a shadow overcast the table.

	A big grin spread over Jonathan's face as he stood up and embraced
the shadow.

	"And what's Adam gonna say about this?"  I inquired, with an evil
grin.

	The shadow looked down at me and grinned.  "He's gonna say 'Hi, I'm
Adam.'  Hi, I'm Adam," he laughed before kissing Jonathan.

	"Witty.  This is new.  I'm Iya.  This is Olivia and Love."

	"Ah yes.  The pain in the ass who can tell me all the embarrassing
stories about Jonathan," he sat down and put his head in his hand.  Batting
his eyelashes at me "Do tell."

	I died laughing as the waiter placed our drinks around and we
ordered our meal.  "I like you already."

	"Tell tell tell.  I wanna hear all the embarrassing stories.  When
he cried when he went away to camp.  Peed his bed when he was 12.
Everything."

	I grinned at Jonathan and back to Adam.  "I'm gonna have a lot of
fun with you.  First off, he never went to camp.  He couldn't stand being a
way from home that long."

	Jonathan glared at me.  "Liar, liar pants on fire."

	"I thought I felt a little warm," I grinned.

	Adam grinned and kissed Jonathan.  "Don't worry, pookie," he batted
his eyelashes again.  "I'll trust you to tell me them yourself."

	"Thank God," he breathed and leaned back in his chair.

	"You lost major points, buddy."

	Adam threw his head back and laughed a thick laugh that caused the
rest of us to break out in hysterics.  This guy was going to be hard to
dislike.

--

Welp.  That is the ending of this chapter!  I know it's one of the shorter
ones but I thought I'd just have some fun with a dumb chapter ;).  Hope you
liked it.

Don't Forget to Smile & Safe Passage,
Secret Dreamer <dreamsecret@poetic.com>