This is my first time posting on this website, but I hope at least one person will like my writing. I feel I must point out that there is both slash and het in this story. Now read on!

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Rebecca stared down at her page full of computer monitors, skulls, and faces, deciding what to scratch out and what to keep. After several minutes, she scratched out them all except for the most detailed skull and the face with the headphones. She glanced at the clock, and noticed she had roughly two minute until time to go home; or to Henry’s house rather. Uncaringly she shoved her pencils in her bag along with her piece of paper, pulled on her thick, grey hoodie, tossed her black backpack on her back and waited out the last remaining seconds of class.

The bell rang and there was a stampede of students as they leapt from their desks, and made a mad dash for the door. As she was jostled down the south hallway, Rebecca strained her eyes for James and Henry. When she didn’t see them she sighed and stopped to rummage in her bag for a slip of paper.

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“Turn left at Sullivan Street,” Rebecca grumbled as she read the directions to Henry’s new house. She had been walking in the “Happy Trails” subdivision for less than five minutes and she was already lost. After several wrong turns and just as many curses she found herself in front of a sizable two-story brick house.

After ringing the doorbell several times and waiting for a good bit, Rebecca rooted around in the front garden. It was cold outside and she did not fancy standing around in the frosty climate in the least. She swore as she pricked her finger on the red rosebush when she removed the spare key from between its stems. The door was unlocked and then shut behind her as she threw the key on the hall table and her backpack, purse, and jacket on the floor next to the door.

Even as she dashed up the staircase she still hadn’t thawed out, it was so cold out. She carefully opened the door at the end of the short hallway marked “Keep Out!” For some absurd reason Henry’s dog, Peanut Butter had an infatuation with herself and James. And he also enjoyed lying on the floor behind doors; no matter how many times the door hit him.

The sight that Rebecca found was that of Henry and James participating in the oh-so-sophisticated art of tonsil hockey; which for the record, Henry appeared to be winning. Not that James would ever admit it.

“Damn you two, how did you get here so soon?” Rebecca asked amazed. The other two just looked at her, grinning.

“I had a guide,” James smirked at her. Rebecca rolled her eyes as she discarded her shoes and crawled onto the Queen-sized mattress. She flopped down on her side next to where James was being pinned to the mattress, and ran her fingers through his blond hair. Henry leaned over and kissed her, an action that continued until a fluttery sensation traveled across their ribs.

“What?” asked Henry, obviously annoyed. His attempt at looking fierce failed miserably, and with much less dignity than it deserved. The string of his and Rebecca’s saliva wasn’t helping much at all.

“You were doing it again,” James pointed out, pouting slightly. Ah yes, the younger boy had a few security issues.

His parents had appeared a loving couple to any and all, including their own son. That was until James had come home early from a friend’s house, only to find them in the midst of a heated argument. A few days later the divorce papers were signed and his mother took custody of him. The whole thing had shocked the entire family and all their friends; especially since his parents had been married for thirteen years. Apparently whoever said that thirteen was an unlucky number was correct.

Now, if Henry and Rebecca made-out for an elongated period of time, he would start to feel rather left out. When those times came around (which wasn’t all that often), both Henry and Rebecca made sure they showed their affection for him.

Rebecca gave him a kiss. For a while the three just lay sprawled across the bed; Henry draped across James and Rebecca, her head on James shoulder and her arm across Henry’s stomach. When they were close to dozing, Henry’s yellow lab, Peanut Butter, burst through the door, and pounced on the mattress.

“Peanut! Off!” Henry clapped his hand and pointed to the door. The lab ignored him; he was much more interested in licking Rebecca to death. Afore mentioned girl gave the dog a small push and Peanut fell off the bed, but he got right back up, and started barking happily.

“Your dog’s insane,” said James.

“I know.” Henry climbed off the bed and walked into the hall. “Come here Peanut! Come here!” He clapped his hands and the yellow lab came towards him, but only a little bit. Peanut looked back at James and Rebecca and started to whine. James sighed and joined Henry in the hallway.

“Come here Peanut,” James called. Peanut moved a bit more, and once again stopped, turned back in the direction of the bed and began to whine. Rebecca cracked one eye open but otherwise ignored Peanut.

“Becca, get your butt over here,” said Henry,

“Why, pray tell, should I move my carcass from its current placement? I had a class with the gym substitute from hell.”

“Because if you don’t, I drag you t the staircase and push you down. Then leave you at Peanuts mercy.”

“That is a very good reason.” Rebecca got off the bed and walked over to the door, scratching Peanut behind his ears as she went.

“Carry me,” said James leaning all of his weight on her back.

“Hop on, geez you’re heavy.”

“Am not.”

Down the stairs they went, through the living room to the kitchen. Rebecca backtracked to the living room and dumped James on the couch. She returned to the kitchen to find Henry nowhere in sight; though there were several Wal-mart bags on the counter. The sound of a door closing reached Rebecca and Henry appeared.

“Mum’s home,” he explained, gesturing to the plastic bags on the counter. She nodded and proceeded to put away things that had to refrigerate.

By the time Mrs. Sanford had changed out of her office attire and come back downstairs, the three were deeply immersed in “Pirates of the Caribbean, Curse of the Black Pearl”. They were sitting on the couch with a quilt over them. Well, it was more Rebecca and Henry who were sitting, and James was spread across their legs with a pillow under his head. Often Rebecca would recite one of the lines before it was said in the movie, and James and Henry would shush her. At one point James tried covering her mouth with his hand, but that didn’t end well at all. He ended up with nothing but a wet appendage.

Henry’s mother watched them from the kitchen, chuckling when James ended up with a palm covered in Rebecca’s spit due to the failure of his plan to shut her up. Mrs. Sanford knew about her son’s relationship with the other two teenagers, and was in fact quiet supportive of her son’s decision. As long as they were all well and happy together, she didn’t mind in the least.

“Dinner’s ready,” she announced half an hour later. They paused the movie to sit down for another wonderful dinner made by Henry’s mother. After the dishes had been washed, Mrs. Sanford took a seat in the recliner next to the lamp in the living room with her romance novel. Secretly she was watching the movie, but who said anyone had to know?

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Nearly an hour later the credits rolled across the screen, and Mrs. Sanford herded the three up to bed. Rebecca barrowed a pair of Henry’s pajama pants and a t-shirt before departing to the bathroom to change, and Mrs. Sanford braided her medium length black hair into a tight braid. When she came back, school clothes balled up in one hand, a thick sleeping bag had been laid on Henry’s rug and a fluffy pillow accompanied it.

She curled up in it, while Henry and James slumbered on the bed next to her.

“G’night,” she mumbled.

“G’night,” they answered.

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