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)
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Corrado. ---------
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.