A/N: HI:) welcome. seriously very happy to have you here. Um just a pre-warning the setting is T because i don't have any graphically described scenes in here but i will go ahead and pre-warn you that This story contains pre-martial sex (not describe just alluded to), a few cuss words here and there, and somewhat sexual jokes and refferances. SO if that makes you uncomfortable in any way i've been blessed and happy to have you visit my story, but for your sake our journey ends here. You are the weekest link, good-bye. (that last part was a joke)

if not...he he welcome to simple really. :) i have to say it's only chapter one and i love it. hope you do to :)

Clayton

“Kick it. Kick it. KICK IT YOU STUPID MOTHER…”

“She’s naked, she soaking wet, she’s naked, she’s soaking wet… shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker, shake it like a salt shaker.”

My hands furiously jumped to the phone lighting up next the bag of half eaten chips.

Still absorbed into the game playing out on the screen in front of me I mindlessly answered the phone. After all, I knew it had to have been Max calling since he was the only who could call me during the middle of a soccer game… and live to tell the tale. Best friends since pre-k get that privilege.

“Maxie pad not now, I know you’re on vacation and all but…” I said devouring another chip, “the games on man and we’re up one.”

The line was uncomfortably silent for a second.

“Um. This isn’t Max, its Emily.” A voice choked on the other end of the line, it voice sounded like the thousands of others.

Awkward silence.

I fell back into the couch annoyed that some random hook-up of mine was calling me during the middle of the game.

Did I know an Emily?

Of course I knew an Emily I had met hundreds of Emilys at different parties. Each one of them with a different face, each one of them I was to gone to remember.

“Emily Patterson.” She choked out as if she was hurt I didn’t remember.

Crap. Had she been a virgin?

Is that why she was calling, did she think I wanted a relationship?

I laughed at the thought of me settling down in a relationship, but then mentally kicked myself for begin so stupid to break my number one rule; never sleep with a virgin.

So it’s a little Wedding Crashers I don’t care.

That simple rule has saved me a lot of heart break over the past because the virgins always seem to think it’s ‘meant to last forever’. But I know all to well, nothing lasts forever.

I crunched another chip even more pissed off as I thought about her for the first time in weeks; the way her lips were always pulled into a sexy smirk, how she smelled like fresh apples, how she had been my first time…

The sound of another tyrant female in the background saying something about ‘he doesn’t even remember your name’ brought me back to the real world.

For some reason her friend’s question made me feel challenged. Like guessing and remembering who she was would give me the satisfaction of proving her feminist friend wrong and the reward of possibly remembering a great night.

My brain started sifting through the files.

Emily Patterson…Emily Patterson…

“From Costard’s party about a month ago.” Emily said from the other line ruining the fun of my game. But it didn’t matter anywise because I still couldn’t put a face to the name.

A few more silent seconds passed by before she spoke again, agitation was running thick in her voice.

She was certainly not a relationship-seeking-virgin.

If she had been she would have dropped the “l-bomb” at least three times and called me honey or baby at least six.

No, Emily was in business mode. She was a pro.

“We had sex his parents bedroom. I did that thing…”

My brain clicked.

Emily Patterson talented flute player with the double c’s.

I snickered to myself. Funny she never joined band, she would have been first chair.

I stretched out on the couch and ran my fingers through my blond hair; it was the move that raced the hearts of many girls.

I thought about Emily’s racing heart that night, she had been decent. She was sexy and playful at the right moments, but when it came down to business she did the deed (several times) then left.

That was how I liked it.

No awkward moments of snuggling in bed pretending I wasn’t using who ever had their arms wrapped around my waist. No façade of romance or love…just pleasure.

Emily had been cool, I owed her.

“Right Emily I remember now, you had blue eyes and the birthmark on your shoulder blade.” It felt weird to admit I had noticed those details over the phone, but it was worth it.

I could practically feel her appreciative smile through my phone. Maybe the idea that there had been a little intimacy made her feel less whorish.

“Um…Clay I don’t know how to say this,” her collective sigh caused me to panic erasing the replay of Emily in my mind, “you know that movie, Juno?”

My throat tightened.

“Well I could possibly be reenacting that movie pretty soon.”

I dropped the phone completely, my mind was blank except for one thought;

Holy shit.

--

Ryan

--

“Beautiful you…” I said softly letting the last note of my song hang softly and purposely in the air.

I smiled as I looked into the eyes of my soul mate.

Just like that last note we would last forever.

I had loved her from the first time I met her at freshmen orientation; I had been carelessly writing a song in my head and she just happened to be the innocent bystander I crashed into.

Unlike most girls, who would have been appalled at the fact some punk rock freshman had crashed into them, she let out the most beautiful laugh I had ever heard.

It was better than all of the greatest songs ever sung combined.

It was so melodic that if Jesus was a girl and could laugh, that’s what it would have sounded like.

Still in shock of her divine laugh I just sat there in the hall, like an idiot, until Max coughed loud enough to wake me from my thoughts.

Max had always been cool like that.

“God I’m so sorry,” I said probably blushing like some pansy girl, “I can’t believe I just bulldozed you. Sorry. I’m an idiot.”

The beauty let a final laugh before tossing me a smile. Her dirty blonde hair fell around her face in away that made it seem much softer even though her features were really sharp, and those crystal blue eyes…

She looked like a diamond.

And from then on I knew every song I wrote from then on would be about this girl…

“Darcy.” She said extending a hand which I nervously grasped to pull her up.

“Ryan.” I managed to let out even though my throat was as dry as a desert. Darcy grinned and stepped closer causing my heart to start throbbing in my ears. If I had swayed a centimeter foreword we would have been touching.

“Well Ryan, I think you owe me dinner for pummeling me my first day here.”

I smiled, “Most defiantly.”

“Good,” she smiled, “I really like Chinese.”

It’s been three years since I flattened her in the hallway and we’ve never left each other’s side. She’s the muse for my music and I am the boyfriend she says she’s always dreamed of.

Clay, my best friend and resident party boy, always teases me for being whipped, but honestly as long as Darcy’s doing the whipping I could care less. Nothing sexual intended because she’s saving herself for marriage which I respect, and have agreed to do because I whole heartedly love her.

That’s why I am planning on asking her to marry me at the end of our senior year, which is only an extremely long school year away.

I know it’s unmanly to think, but I can’t wait to start a future with her.

“So Dee, what’d you think?” I said taking a sip of the water bottle on the floor next to me. We were sitting Indian style on my bedroom floor like two little children the only thing between us was the guitar.

My natural guy instinct was telling me to toss the dumb guitar to the side and to passionately attack the angel sitting across from me, but my inner-musician was too curious about what Darcy thought about the new song I had written about her. Plus there was plenty of time for passionate moments after she told me it was brilliant.

After all we had all the time in the world together.

Darcy pushed back her dirty blonde bangs revealing two water-filled eyes.

My dry throat tried to swallow.

Had my song really been that good?

“Dee, are you okay?” I asked setting my guitar aside. Honestly her tears were making me extremely uncomfortable. They made me want to flee like a crazy person. But I love Dee and because I did I’d try to fight through the uncomfortable feelings.

She gently placed her hands on mine, her face was unreadable but the tears rolling down her cheeks said it all.

I tried to keep on my serious face. However, the thought that Darcy loved my song so much she was crying made me want to bust out a smile and sing it to her all over again.

A few more minutes passed of Darcy and I staring into each other’s eyes before she cried harder. Her next actions seemed like they were in slow motion.

Slowly she pulled her hands out of mine.

Trembling she pulled off the silver promise ring on her right hand and placed it in mine, I could feel Darcy’s warmth on the metal.

Whoa wait.

Did this mean that she was taking off the promise ring I had given her because she was ready to take the next step?

I looked at the ring in my hands.

She wanted to take the next step with me?

My head raced, I wasn’t quite prepared for that this soon. Darcy wanted to wait until marriage. I thought I still had some time. Were we ready for this?

Was I ready for this?

I looked into Darcy’s blue eyes. I could see forever in them.

Yes. I was ready.

Shit no.

I don’t have protection.

“Darcy…I…”

“Ryan.” She said with a pleading tone to her voice. She leaned in and kissed my shocked lips softly, her tear stained cheeks wet mine. “I’ve been sleeping with someone.”

Then like a cold bitter wind she swung up and floated out of the door leaving me behind finding it hard to breathe.

----

Max

---

I stretched out beneath the sun and sighed.

Life couldn’t be more perfect.

Home had good sun and beaches, but it was crawling with way to many familiar faces.

It was nice to just get away to a place where no one knew my name, to just sneak two weeks of freedom before I had to go back home to play popular for my final year.

Sure I missed the guys, but the time alone was nice.

If they had been here Douglas, or as Clay likes to call him Lassie, would be covered in zinc oxide trailing the beach for some kind of rare something or another. A decent looking girl would approach him because of his looks, and he would return to me hyperventilating about what he should say next. Then Ryan would say something along the lines of ‘dude why are you here asking Max, what about the girl?’ while he texted Darcy.

As for Clay…a beach full of women.

He’d be like a greedy child in a candy store picking out which type and flavor candy he wanted. She’d probably be something along the lines of a big chested blonde, since that flavor reminded him the least of the bitter taste of her.

“Hey baby,” a sexy voice said as a body gently lay down on top of mine, her lips softly crashed onto mine like the ocean waves.

Like I said, I loved this vacation.

I had met Summer my first night at the hotel, and it wasn’t like I had been looking for a relationship or even a random hook-up. But when I saw her leaning casually against the grand piano in the lobby I was drawn to her immediately.

Her sleek brown hair was pulled into a loose pony tail that tumbled to the middle of her back. She was wearing a red and blue plaid shirt and daisy dukes. Summer was from the mid-west and not like any other girl I had ever met.

No spray tan, Prada purse, or Channel anything.

She was a simple small town girl I had gotten dinner…and desert with. I learned that she could drive a tractor eyes closed, although it would be dangerous, and that she ate all types of meat excluding any kind of pork.

I looked at her chocolate brown eyes as she smiled over her sundae, “Hey, don’t look at me like I’m an alien. Blame my ex-pet Babe.”

Summer had only been in my life for barely a week and a half and already I had become attached. We had become like a honeymoon couple on vacation.

I just didn’t know how soon that vacation would end.

“Max,” She said running her hands through my shaggy brown hair, the gesture made my heart race faster, “I have something to tell you.”

Oh no honeymoons over.

“What?” I said a bit nervous my happiness was about to get a big black rain cloud.

“I’m leaving in ten minutes.”

My eyes widened.

“WHAT?” I thought I’d have a little more time or at least one more sunset with her, not just a measly ten minutes.

Summer rolled off me so I could sit up on my towel, she crouched across me in the sand. The bag next to her knees had two large double ‘C’s imprinted on it.

“Max, you didn’t think this would last forever did you? I mean I have to go home. The vacations gotta end sometime and as much as I had a great time with you…” She stood up dusting her knees.

“MARY! MARY!” A shrill voice called from somewhere on the beach. Summer went to open her mouth again but the squawking continued. I scowled at the fact this intruder was making this surprisingly painful break-up take longer than necessary.

“Damn. I wish Mary would just go to that lady so she’d shut her mouth.” I stared away from Summer and onto the white beach and sparkling water.

I thought about the moments Summer and I had in that water.

Somehow it didn’t seem as pretty anymore.

Summer glared at me for a moment before she spoke again, “Yeah ma, I’m comin’ one second.”

My head snapped up in disbelief. “Mary?!”

Summer, I mean Mary shrugged, “Summer sounded sexier.”

I couldn’t believe that I had fallen for a girl who didn’t even tell me her real name. Who knew what other secrets she had?

Well at least I knew she wasn’t a man or anything…

“But like I was saying, I had a great time with you and all…But it’s time for me to get back home to my real life with Chuck.”

I died of heart failure. “Chuck, who the fuck is CHUCK?”

She picked up her Channel bag, “My boyfriend of 4 years.”

I closed my eyes and fell back into the sand.

I had not spent my summer vacation with a sexy Mid-western named Summer who I could possibly see again one day.

No, I had helped some plane-Jane farm girl named Mary cheat on her boyfriend of four years and possible future husband.

I’d never felt more used.

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Douglas

---

“I know who killed Thomas McGovern.” Charles said as he whipped his head up from the data booklet. “It was…”

“Um excuse me, but could you show me where the romance section is?”

I blinked into my book disbelieving that someone was interrupting me on my last page.

Only I could have that kind of luck.

Maybe if I could just read the name…

“Um I’m sorry, but did you, like, hear me?” The female voice said impatiently. I rolled my eyes, it seemed like McGovern’s killer would have to wait.

Still not giving Mrs. Rude the time of day I lifted my finger and pointed to the red shelves across the table. Now, things would have been fine if I had just kept my glaze at the blurry words on the page, but my curious eyes had to look up right as I spoke.

“It’s right there.” I said trying not to hyperventilate at the sight of the girl in front of me.

She did not look like she belonged in a book store or even knew what a book was, but with looks like that you could tell she didn’t have to.

“Thanks.” The blue eyed girl chirped as she walked away, her long blonde hair and jean bottoms swaying as she did.

Then she did the worst-best possible thing.

Slowly she crouched down to the bottom self and began skimming through the novels; her black thong peaked over the top.

Now the question might be, okay hot chick purposely flashing you a thong, in what remote universe is that bad?

Well it is since now my eyes are glued to her backside and I can’t breathe.

The explanation for this is what my cousin Clay calls ‘chick-phobia’.

“But don’t worry Lassie,” Clay always tells me after I embarrass myself in front of a girl, “chick-phobia is quite common, and in fact they say you out grow it by your eighth grade year.”

The only problem with this is that I passed the eighth grade almost four years ago and I seem to be no where close to being cured. But I’m not quite to the point of seeing a real doctor yet because Max, the unofficial leader of our group, says not to worry.

“Look man, you’re a decent guy. Be confident in yourself man, girls think your attractive and once they get to know you they can’t shut you down. Just stay cool, be yourself, don’t get worked up, if you feel yourself crashing’, just don’t talk. Girl’s think either you’re mysterious or really attentive. Either way you win.”

I tried to breathe and not get worked up over some goddess who just asked me a simple question. I mean I’m sure she didn’t mean to thong flash me. Sometimes those incidents just accidentally happen.

After all, I’m Doug not Clay.

“So what do you think I should get,” She turned her head over her shoulder and fanned out two books, “a hot summer fling romance novel or this one about a long lasting relationship?”

My mouth ran dry as she pulled herself gracefully up and glided my way. Doug get a grip. Focus.

My eyes went to her purple tank top.

Not there.

My eyes fell to her jean shorts.

Sweet Jesus help me.

“So...what do you think?” Blondie said as she put them out in front of me her eyes waiting for me to choose, but all I could think about was the cotton candy scent that seemed to surround her.

Not even thinking clearly I reached out and touched the book in her left hand, “Defiantly this one.”

I normally would have said neither of the two because each looked like a sure waste of time, but if helping her choose a hollow novel to read got her out of the store…I was all game.

I really needed to get my heart to stop feeling like it was going to cardiac arrest.

“Good.” She said smiling mischievously, “I hoped that would be the one you picked.”

And without permission her lips came racing towards mine.

“DANANANA DANANANA DANANANA BATMAN!”

SAVED! Thank you batman.

“Seriously,” She said as she cocked her eyebrow and tapped her foot. I quietly thanked every single god I had ever read about, ever, as I sent my hands racing for the phone.

I flipped it open trying to get it to my text inbox, but before I had the chance to open the message two other texts popped up sending them all to the no-man’s land I call my inbox.

Seriously, this new damn high tech phone is like a black hole. Who knows where those texts went.

“Like you’re all hot and stuff, and when I saw you sitting here I was like no way, hot surfers read too? But like dude that ring tone is like…gay. Such a turn off.”

My eyes searched and raced through my phone, but I still couldn’t find the message. Although I did find that video Clay sent me of him eating cereal I had been trying to find and delete for 2 weeks. That ten minute video took up so much space.

Blondie tapped her foot harder; the sound was making me even more anxious.

I just wish she’d disappear.

She tapped her foot faster.

“Look tap all you want but this is really important…” I snapped out. Her gasp made me realize I had said that thought rudely out loud.

Blondie didn’t even give me words; she just simply chunked the smutty summer fling book at my forehead and stormed off.

I on the other hand rubbed my forehead and grinned, for I had not only gotten her out of my hair but I had also found the texts.

From: Max

Bros. took first flight home. Meeting at my house today 7. Red alert.

From: Ryan

Guys I know Maxi-million’s out down south but I have a red alert.

From: Clay

Red alert. Secreast and Lassie meeting pronto.

I leaned back in my seat three red alerts? All in one day.

That was a

“DANANANA DANANANA DANANANA BATMAN!”

More messages popped up.

From: Ryan

Okay.

From: Clay

I’ll bring Jack, Daniel, and the Captain.

From: Max

Club house.

I nervously texted the guys back worried about what could have possibly sparked three red alerts.

To: Ryan, Max, Clay

Rodger that.

P.S. Nice to have you home early Max.

A/N:

SOOOOOO Thoughts?

I've never written a whole story written from a guys POV so it should be fun writing from 4 different guys POVs. But yes...the plot is loosley derrived from Shakespear's Love's Labor Lost and i plan to update as regularly as i can :) probably wednesdays or thursdays will be what i aim for. Oh and Btw this is random but while im thinking about it I donot claim to own any popular items you might come across in the story such as i-pods, coca-cola what-a-burger. Also i did not write the songs for clay or doug's ringtones.

but yes, so some questions to spark your review:

1. what did you think? where you shocked?

2. what about the girls, cruel huh?

3. How do you feel about the guys?Whose your favorite?

4. Any questions?

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