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The next day, I went to school in a business casual shirt, and set up a single poster in the main hallway. 'Adam Watson – Your Grade 9 Rep' was what it said. I stood under it all times until classes were in session. Anyone who approached me in the hallway got a hearty handshake and a speech with more fake confidence than I knew I had.

"Hi, I'm Adam Watson, and I'm running for a Student Council position this coming week. Tell me, have there been any school issues on your mind?"

On the inside, I was terrified. On the outside, I was sparking conversations left and right.

"What do you feel like is missing from the school?"

"What do you think can make this school better?"

"What do you think the student council should be doing for this school?"

The last one was a sneaky attempt on my part to figure out what student councils actually did for high schools. The campaign, however, was a huge success. Although the school hallways were littered with posters for the other three candidates, people began to approach me in the hallway of their own free will. I started to keep a notepad with me to keep track of their requests and complaints.

Over the next couple of days, my unusual approach to school politics was working. Adam Watson, a nobody, was securing the vote of anybody who knew what the school lacked. That is to say, everyone outside of grade nine. In terms of grade nine, Mr. Graves was absolutely right, it was a popularity contest.

In class, at least for three of them, I couldn't but help but stare at May, the girl I was smitten with. I had never felt this way about a girl before, and couldn't stop myself from daydreaming about kissing those full, beautiful lips. Lust tainted my mind as my daydreams quickly turned into images of me grabbing her ass and pulling her into me, that beautiful smile of hers turning mischievous as my hands wander from her ass, exploring every inch of her, ending with my hands on her beautiful tits.

"Do you like them?" she would ask innocently. I would nod slowly and thoroughly. "Well then I guess it's not fair that this old thing is blocking them, is it?"

My mouth would go dry, my dick as hard as steel. Her eyes would move down my body and sparkle when they got to its destination. "Well, what's this?" She would ask, her innocent tone gone, replaced by a naughty, mischievous voice, slightly breathy with her panting. Her hand would shamelessly grab me through my pants, and she would press her body up right against mine.

"Looks like someone's excited." she would whisper right into my ear, before gently biting on it. She would take a few steps back and start to remove her dress.

"Oh, May…" I couldn't help but tell her. "I want to see you so badly. You're so beautiful." I stared at her as she was getting ready to show me her beautiful body.

"Most people are, Scout, when you finally see them." she replied in a flat tone.

Huh? No way that was what she said. I shook myself out of my imagination and heard Mrs. Jackson reading aloud To Kill a Mockingbird to the class.

God dammit. It's not bad enough that she has to read it aloud as if grade nine students can't read themselves, she also took me out of my fantasy.

I couldn't help but fantasize. It was the only contact I had with her. Even though it was Friday when I was letting my imagination do its work, I barely talked to May ever since that Monday. Even in drama class, we barley crossed paths. Though I had to say I'm glad she switched in to that class. She was a fantastic actress.

At the end of Friday, I was back under the poster, waiting for people to leave before I had to pack up for my 3:30 bus. Not a lot of people talked to me, though, seeing as it was the end of Friday and they wanted to get home. Plus, I felt with a twinge of pride, most of them had already talked to me.

However, one girl upon seeing the poster stopped in her tracks. The first thing I noticed about her was her smile. The grin she put on when she saw my poster was enough to light up an opera hall. She approached me quickly after she made the discovery.

"Hey there! I dig the poster. Mind if I get a picture of you with it?"

A picture? I felt more and more like a politician. My eyes scanned over her. Jet-black hair ran all the way down to her ass (which I had to admit, was incredibly shapely). She had just the right amount of tan to look really, really attractive. Her blue eyes, which looked drop-dead amazing paired with her hair, stared right into my soul. Although the big show-stopping number were her breasts. She couldn't have been anything smaller than a solid D-cup, and she wasn't shy about it, given her v-neck that exposed ample cleavage.

She coughed loudly, and I realized I must have been staring too long. I blushed profusely, and she noticed. To my relief, though, she laughed. "You may not want to blush right before I take a picture, hotshot." She looked down at her breasts then back at me coolly. "Besides, I get that a lot." she added flatly, like she didn't care. "So, picture? Yes or no?"

"Sure!" I exclaimed. She set up her camera as I shifted myself closer to the poster. She readied the shot at looked at me through the lens. "Give me one of those big ol' politician smiles." she suggested playfully. Sighing internally, I grinned like a tool as she snapped picture after picture. After a few too many, she stood up and smiled. "I think I got enough. Thanks!"

"Enough for what?" I asked her.

"Oh, didn't I say?" she flashed me a mischievous grin. "Nicole Baker. I run the school paper, and the yearbook." she outstretched a hand.

"Nice to meet you." I said hesitantly as I shook her hand. I turned my head, still shaking her hand, and noticed my watch. 3:37. "Oh crud!" I yelped.

"You're not the best at shaking hands either, but I wasn't gonna say anything." Nicole said, another smile forming.

"It's not that. I missed my bus!" I exclaimed, still looking at my watch.

"Jeez, you're screwed, aren't you?" Nicole said with absolutely no concern in her voice.

"It's not funny, I don't have any other way of getting home!" I said, quickly packing up my poster. Not that it would help much if I was stranded.

Nicole just laughed and crossed her arms. "Relax, kiddo," she said calmly. "I can drive ya home."

"Really?" I asked her, my eyes lit with relief. She simply nodded, and picked up her camera bag.

"Let's go." was all she said as she walked towards the front doors. I followed, not knowing what I was about to get into.

***

"So, you can drive?" I asked as she unlocked her car, trying to make conversation. When I got in, she looked at me with one eyebrow cocked.

"No, I can't. This is all illegal. I even stole this car." With lowered eyelids, she rolled her eyes and started the car. Taking my silence as a sign, she continued. "I'm old enough, you know. Most grade 12's and some grade 11's are able to drive. It's not like I'm the odd girl out."

I noticed a problem with being around her – I could not stop staring at her breasts. As she backed out of the spot, she caught me looking and smiled slightly, lowering one eyebrow. "Something on your mind?" She challenged me, grabbing her boob and squeezing it.

My mouth hung open at her obscene gesture, but she just laughed it off. "You're not the first, squirt." She said, starting to drive. "And you definitely won't be the last. Now, what's the address?"

Nervously, I gave her my address. She nodded slowly, her smile only widening. "I think I know where that is." She told me. "Just sit back and enjoy the ride."

Frankly, I was still trying to catch my breath. I can't believe she just did that in front of me. I was not used to her spontaneous nature at all. Maybe the spontaneous life wasn't for me…

All of a sudden, the text alert on her phone went off. "Hey Adam, can you get that?" she asked me. I nodded. With her eyes still on the road, she handed me her phone. I turned it on, and it read '1 new text message.' Well gee, thanks.

I unlocked the phone and gasped. Holy shit! This girl had fucking porn open on her phone! It was a picture of guy plowing a girl with long black hair, a cheesy orgasmic look on both of their faces. She chose the girl's look intentionally, no doubt, which made me chuckle, but I was still in shock.

"So what does it say?" she asked me impatiently. I immediately exited the internet app, and looked at her messages. Some guy named Phil Love was asking her if she thought it was a success. I had no clue what 'it' was, but I knew not to pry.

"Phil Love asks if you think it's a success." I said flatly.

"Oh, okay." she responded. "Tell him, 'I hope so, we'll have to wait and see.'"

As I typed, my curiosity got the better of me. "What's the success?" I asked.

"Extracurricular thing." Was all Nicole said. "Hey, do me a favor. I may need to contact you about the picture thing, so I assume you have a phone… Could you add yourself to my contacts?"

"Uh, sure." I said as I tried to figure out how her phone worked. When I got to her contacts, I was surprised at how many she had. I guess being in grade 11 gave you time to become popular, especially if you're not shy like she was… After I input myself as a contact, I looked over her other contacts and found Phil again. Phil Love? Seriously? It sounded like a porn name. I immediately got a wave of jealousy after the thought entered my mind that she and Phil were a thing. "Are you and Phil…?" I asked her hesitantly.

She turned to me for a second, and grinned. "Aw, is someone jealous?" She asked me. I simply shifted in my seat. "Nah, I'm not the type to get tied down. No strings attached, that kind of thing."

My mouth went dry, and I caught myself staring at her tits again. "I see." was all I could muster.

She caught my glance, and giggled to herself. She came to a red light, and rolled up the windows. "Y'know, like this." she said simply as she lifted her shirt over her head.

Firstly, she did it with little trouble, despite wearing a seatbelt. I was impressed. Secondly, she wasn't wearing a fucking bra. There she was, her tits on full display, sucking the seatbelt in between them. "Like 'em?" she asked me. In a word, they were amazing. They were big on her frame, but not too big, and amazingly, barely sagged. They were globe-shaped and beautiful, and it took all of my energy not to reach forth and grab them. Each of her tits was crowned by a beautiful pink nipple that was the size of a silver dollar. I had a weakness for large nipples, and her areolae were beautifully large. I started to salivate just looking at them. Either she was cold in the brisk October weather, or she was turned on by this too, because her nipples stood out a visible distance, at least half an inch. To me, there was never a more perfect set of boobs on the planet, and I got to see them up close and personal. I was as hard as rock, and my lust went into overdrive. My dick strained against my jeans, and I had to press down on my jeans to relieve the pain. All I could do was stare as she faced forward and drove. "Don't be shy," she added. "I saw you looking at them over and over. Well, this way you get what you want, and I honestly don't really care. If you like 'em, go ahead." I nodded eagerly and held my stare. The rest of the drive was a blur, since none of us said a word and my eyes were fixed on her beautiful, full breasts.

"I think we're here." Nicole finally said. I too my gaze off of her tits and to my dismay, she was right. We were in my driveway.

"Ah, right." I said, trying to compose myself. "Of course. Thanks for the ride."

She just stared at me expectantly for a few seconds before rolling her eyes. "Boy, you do not know how high school works, do you?" she asked, pulling her seat back. She motioned for me to come forward with her finger.

"Huh?" was all I could ask.

"Get over here. Sit on me if you have to." She told me, her tone getting more and more frustrated.

Confused, I complied. I undid my seatbelt and stepped over the console, until I was right in front of her.

"Have you ever done this before?" Nicole asked me softly.

"Done what?"

"Use your imagination, genius." she told me, grabbing my hands and moving them up to her tits. They felt absolutely amazing… Soft yet firm, beautifully smooth, and very warm. Nevertheless, I was still frozen in place. "C'mon." she coaxed me. "I had the good nature to drive you home, and I'm horny as fuck. So do us both a favor and pay me back for the ride, okay? Just start moving your hands, I'll tell you what to do."

I started moving my hands, planted on her breasts, in circles. "Good," she sighed. "Now squeeze, but not too hard." I squeezed lightly, then caressed her breasts. She leaned back and sighed once more, which I took as a sign. Before I had any idea what I was doing, I took both of her nipples between my thumb and forefinger and rolled them around. I loved the feeling of her nipples, which clearly stood out more than a half inch, despite my previous observation. Her sighs evolved into soft gasps. "Not bad, rookie." she said, slightly out of breath.

I couldn't believe this was happening. One minute, I was a nobody. And just by signing up for a student club, I was already tweaking a girl's nipples in her car. Maybe mom was right. Maybe I just need to be spontaneous.

And spontaneous I was. I looked up to Nicole's face and saw that she had the lightest hint of a blush on her face, her eyes closed in slight ecstasy. Without knowing for sure if I should, I lowered my mouth to her left nipple and started to caress it with my tongue. I didn't dive in immediately, I was subtle. I teased. I lightly brushed my tongue around her areola, earning an 'ooh' from her as my touch became more and more distant, more and more delicate. After about a solid minute of this, I used all the strength my tongue could muster and flicked her nipple.

"Ooooh…" she moaned. "You're a fast learner, aren't you, squirt?"

I released her nipple from my tongue's spell. "Well, I just figured I-"

"Shut it." she commanded as she forced my mouth back on to her nipple. She pushed my mouth too far and my whole mouth was now on her boob, but I figured I should just roll with it. With my tongue still playing with her gorgeous pink nipple, I started to suck. She sharply inhaled, and began to squirm around.

"Oooooh, baby…" she moaned. She opened her eyes and saw my mom's car. She bolted upright and pointed to it. "Somebody's home?!" she asked, genuine fear in her eyes. "What if someone sees us?"

Another rush of confidence filled me, just when I needed it. "Don't worry." I said with a tone of control in my voice. "Mom works from home, at her computer. It's nowhere near the driveway. Trust me, we won't get caught. Now may I continue?"

At first, she was shocked that the shy little kid she was controlling was being so authoritative. Her expression soon shifted from shock to her trademark mischievous smile as she lay back down. "Go to town." She told me as she closed her eyes. Instead, though, I experimented. My tongue, instead of going back to her pink, large nipple, started to lick between her amazing boobs and travelled upwards, stopping to play with her collarbone.

"What are you doing?" She asked, now panting. My tongue started to drift away from her collarbone and she quickly added, "Don't fucking answer that." My tongue went back to work, travelled up to her neck and from there, my primal instinct took over. I tilted my head and began to kiss and suck her neck. She responded in vigor, wrapping her arm around my head and pulling me in.

"Ooooh, Adam…" she cooed. I bit her neck gently, and she yelped. I was worried that I hurt her, until I realized that her squirming got more intense. Biting her neck turned her on! I figured I'd put this information to good use as I trailed downwards, leading with my tongue of course, until it sat on her right tit, playing delicately with her other nipple. After a few seconds of delicate teasing, I dove right in and began to suck her tit for all it was worth.

"Ahh!" She gasped. I sucked harder and harder, causing her to push me further into her chest, mashing my head into her boob until I felt like I was going to suffocate. I still didn't give up, sucking and sucking, until she let me go and I was allowed to breathe again. Once I did, I continued my oral assault on her tit, this time using my teeth. At first, my teeth grazed her nipple, but before long, I was full-on biting her tit. "Yeeeesssssss…" she hissed as I used my tongue and teeth together, torturing and pleasing her nipple.

I noticed that her hips were starting to buck, and her free hand was playing with her unoccupied tit. I took one of my hands and used it to push me further into her breast, until I decided to up the ante. My hand slid down her shirtless body and down to her left thigh, where I began to rub up and down. Nicole was moaning at this point. I decided to keep things going and moved my hand to cup her mound. Her body jolted and she opened her eyes, panting yet smiling at me.

"What's the rush, hotshot?" she asked me. I didn't want to stop, but I knew when someone didn't want to continue. Blushing myself, wondering if I did something wrong, I moved back to my seat in the car.

"Was… was that…" I began.

"You were great, squirt." Nicole said, grinning at me. "I just wanna leave something for next time. That is, if you wanna ever do this again." She added with a wink.

"Fucking yes I do!" I said, realizing only after the language I used. She only laughed and began to put her shirt back on. I noticed that her right nipple was redder from all the attention I gave her. She caught me staring and just winked again.

As I exited the car, I added, "I'm sorry for dragging you all the way out here just to drop me off."

She smiled at me and played with her nipple through her shirt. "Given what you did for me, I think you paid that favor back, and then some." she said slyly. She paused from talking, but kept playing with her tit until her other hand joined in. She began to buck her hips again, and got really into it. Her hands went under her shirt and she kept playing with her nipples, and she began panting. Suddenly, she opened her eyes, and softly muttered, "Fuck." It seemed like I really turned her on, I thought with a wave of pride.

She then looked forward for a bit, then looked back to me. "Do me a favor." she started. "Keep watching this car until it disappears into the distance. Can you do that for me?"

It was a weird request, but I just got to suck her amazing nipples, who was I to argue? I removed my backpack from the car and said "Sure…" hesitantly. She grinned and added, "And keep your phone on. I have a feeling I'll be texting you tonight."

I closed the door after calling out, "Thanks again."

Through the window, I could hear a muffled, "No, thank you." as she cupped her mound and bucked her hips once. She slowly blinked, then composed herself and shifted gears.

I watched as Nicole backed out of my driveway, then went on to the road. Wow, what a sexual devil, I thought to myself. I wonder if she did that with everyone, or just liked me… I felt sad as I thought that she probably did it to everyone who asked, and I was nothing special. Although, that certainly wasn't going to stop me from doing that with her again. Even though her car was still within earshot, already I wanted another go at sucking her tits dry.

Unsure why she asked me to, I watched her car as it began to speed down the road, until she slowed down. Had she forgotten something? She then did something totally unexpected – she turned into the driveway of the house two houses down from me. She was my neighbor! I could see that she got out of her car, and with an over-exaggerated motion, blew me a kiss as she walked off. I laughed to myself and started to walk back towards my house, a spring in my step and a smile on my face. I think I was going to enjoy this year after all.

Chapter Two

The first thing I felt when I got home was actually guilt. When I walked inside, all previous feelings of elation melted away to welcome yet guilty thoughts of May, and the idea that if I was so ready to jump on Nicole's breasts and suck on them like my life depended on it, then perhaps I wasn't so enamored with May as I had previously thought.

A small part of my mind was trying to tell me that it didn't matter. After all, the last time May even looked in my general direction was Monday, so she obviously didn't like me, so nothing would happen. Besides, I got to see Nicole's boobs of all things! They were amazing in every sense of the word, and I sure as hell wasn't going to let that be the last time I would play with them.

"Hey, sweetie." mom called from across the house as I took off my shoes. I walked into her office, and waved cheerfully.

She had her headphones on, but took them off as I entered. "How is my special boy?" she asked warmly.

"Fine, thanks." I answered her. "How was your day?"

"Oh, this and that." she sighed. "You know, work."'

I nodded sympathetically, and she put her headphones back on. I went up stairs to my room and threw my backpack on the floor, collapsing onto my bed.

As soon as I hit the bed, my phone vibrated through my pocket. I took it out to find I had a new message.

Hey there stud. Surprised?

I had no doubt it was Nicole, but I wanted to play it safe.

Depends! Who is this?

I sent the text and lay back on my bed, continuing the battle in my mind between May and Nicole. When I checked my phone after it went off again, the battle was won and no doubt was left in my mind.

The first message I saw was a picture message, more specifically of the same boobs I was worshipping only minutes before. Her tits were unique – The way her beautiful nipples stood out so far, paired up with how large her areolae were, which was one of my turn-ons, made her breasts one of a kind. Or I guess two of a kind in this instance.

The sight of them, even after the fact, made me stand to attention immediately, in more ways than one. The curve and shape of her breasts was just indescribable. They were the pinnacle, the ideal example of what beautiful, sexy boobs should look like.

I see someone needs a reminder ;) appeared on my phone seconds after the picture. Even through the phone, Nicole knew how to make me hard.

U are so… not shy! I replied.

Who, lil' old me? She contested me.

If ur going to send me pictures like this, I may just want to save them. Is that ok? I texted her. She may not have been shy, but I still needed to make sure she was okay with that sort of thing.

Not yet. came the reply. I figured that was fair. After all, I only met her today. It was probably best to wait anyway. After all, she may come to regret this tomorrow. Maybe she was regretting it right now. Maybe I shouldn't get my hopes up. I was still a nobody, after all. I couldn't expect to-

Bzzt! My phone went off, taking me away from my world of self-pity. I looked down to see the message Nicole sent me, which made my jaw fall to the ground. It was another picture, this one a full-body mirror selfie. Her hair was done up beautifully, as if she was going to a dance, and not only framed her face perfectly, but also accentuated her full, beautiful boobs, which of course were on full display without the burden of any clothes. She had her back arched to do the impossible and make them seem even larger, also showing off her toned stomach, which was just as tanned as her face. It was something I never had the time to appreciate in the car.

My eyebrows went higher and higher and my eyes went lower and lower. The only thing she was wearing in the picture was a pair of black panties, and it certainly didn't leave much to the imagination. Her hips were cocked in a teasing manner, and while they were more narrow than I preferred, the girl somehow managed to pull the look off. Her smooth, tanned legs had this hypnotizing way of drawing my eyes to its center, and as I started to unzip my pants, I found myself wishing she had her panties off in the picture so I could see her pussy.

Now you can. I just figured you'd want the full set ;) came the next message from her. A small smile crept on my face. God damn, she was something else. Realizing how unfair this situation must be for her, I replied.

Do u want anything from me? I asked, realizing only after I sent the message just how uncomfortable I was with sending a picture of myself in any way. Uh oh, I thought to myself. There was no way I'd feel okay with sending a selfie, particularly a nude one, to anyone, and here I was offering it up like an idiot.

What, and spoil the surprise when I get to see it in person? Hell no! came the reply. I breathed a sigh of relief. Granted, Nicole was a bit fast-paced for me, and I think she enjoyed shocking and teasing me, but at the same time, there was something about her that made me smile. I didn't know what it was, but I just found I was enjoying the fact that she talked to me, even though it was pretty much just sex.

You* Another message from her. Oh, great. I half-chuckled and half-groaned when I saw that she was one of those people. Well, hey, if Weird Al was one of those people, how bad could it be?

I figured the topic of sex had passed, and plus, I wanted to get to know the girl if I was going to be glued to her chest for the year. I grabbed my phone and started typing. Well, what are *you* up to? I responded. As I waited for her reply, I lay back on my bed and smiled. It may sound pitiful to say, but it's what I was thinking – this must be what having a friend felt like, and I enjoyed it.

***

Over the weekend, I texted Nicole whenever I wasn't doing homework. It's not like there was much else to do, but I wasn't complaining, especially since she always seemed all too happy to answer. In the back of my mind, I wondered if she was lonely too.

I could tell she wasn't dainty and delicate when I met her, but over the weekend I learned that she was definitely a 'One of the Guys' type. She didn't really care for stereotypical girl things – she was perfectly fine staying home playing video games, if she didn't have homework to do. She took school very seriously, since she had two older brothers, and one was a high school dropout who never really got anywhere in life. She didn't really want to talk about him, so I left that subject alone.

Her being serious about her education was where she got her anal tendencies about grammar, but she also loved the other side of school. She tried to get in as many clubs as possible and get involved, and she told me she was even thinking of trying out for the school play this year. Naturally, though, her one love was photography. She made no point of hiding her excitement when she told me that she wanted to be a cinematographer when she got out of high school. Seeing her all giddy like that, even over text, was cute, which kind of warmed my heart. When I met her, she was bold, kind of easy, and that's all I knew. Now she had flaws and strengths, and had her own distinct personality, which I liked. I felt like I was more than just a fuck buddy to her. I was becoming her friend.

Did I like her though? I had no clue. I couldn't feel it in my head, but in my heart I knew there was a clear difference between May and Nicole to me. Nicole was great to talk to, and less shy than a kitten on Ritalin. Not to mention she was the one girl whom I couldn't actually stop staring at, chest-wise, and in response she lets me not only see them, but play with them. You don't meet a girl like that everyday.

Compared to Nicole, I actually knew very little about May. But that's what made her so much more… interesting to me No, more than that, captivating. Nicole literally let me see her half-naked within 30 minutes of meeting me. May seemed like this innocent, precious flower that I just wanted to admire, and possibly hold. And I wanted to make her happy, because she made me feel happy, just by standing there, or talking to me with that angelic voice. Nicole frankly just couldn't really do that to me, at least not yet.

Only time could tell what'll happen, I thought to myself as I locked those thoughts away. I shouldn't get too ahead of myself. Whatever the future holds, I may not be ready for it, but it sure is better sitting inside during middle school recess wishing I was someone else.

***

When Monday morning rolled around, the thing to wake me up was not my alarm clock but the buzz of my phone. I don't get how one week, I could sleep through a blaring alarm and the next, be woken up by a faint buzzing, but there you go.

Still half-asleep, I lazily took my phone to see why it woke me up. As if I should have expected anything else, it was Nicole. She had sent me a picture of her cheerfully waving, fully clothed (although needless to say, she looked fantastic in a button-up vest) with the caption Morning! Want a ride?

I dismissed the possibility of there being a double entendre and replied, Sure! When do you want me to be ready? Over the weekend, she managed to make me use 'you' instead of 'u.' I figured it was best not to argue with her. I couldn't imagine it, but seeing her irritated and forceful (more so than she naturally was) was a bone-chilling thought.

7:30. Seven freaking thirty? I glanced at the clock. It was 7:00, sharp. I groaned and shifted my head on the pillow, my body fighting with the idea of getting out of bed before I absolutely needed to, when my phone buzzed again.

Don't groan at me, mister. If you want rides, get used to the fact that I'm a morning person. Oooookay, so now she was psychic too. Come to think of it, in the picture she sent me you could clearly see it was morning by the lighting, but she seemed fully awake. Well, good for her, but I absolutely hated mornings. If it weren't for school, I probably wouldn't ever witness the world before noon.

Groaning all the way, I managed to pull myself out of bed and started to scavenge around my room, looking for a shirt. Good thing I took my showers at night, or my morning routine would be a nightmare.

Fully clothed, I slunk down the stairs and entered the kitchen to see my mother and father at the dinner table, sipping away at their morning coffee.

Dad looked up from the paper he was reading on the table. "He lives!" he exclaimed with fake fright. "My God, Marcia, he lives!"

Mom just smiled patiently at him, something mom generally did with dad's jokes.

"It must be an emergency." dad said, putting down his coffee cup. "Why's Dracula up at this hour?"

"Oh now Timothy, stop it." mom scolded him. "Maybe he's just becoming more responsible for himself!" she nodded at me approvingly.

Well, now I felt bad. Thanks, mom. "Actually, a fellow student offered to give me a ride to school today. I couldn't say no, being the social kind of guy I am." I winked at mom with that last comment.

"Oh." dad said, at a loss for words. That wasn't something I got to see often, so I savored the moment and felt awkward at the same time. "Well, uh… Alrighty then!"

He looked like he was going to say something else, but no words were coming out of his mouth. Nevertheless, I kept up my expectant gaze at him. "Yeah?" I finally asked him ambiguously.

"I was trying to come up with a joke for that one, but nothing's coming to me. Now get yourself some breakfast, when's he going to be here?"

I figured it was best to just ignore correcting him for now. If my parents knew I was being offered rides to school from a girl, they might get the wrong impression. Or the right one.

"7:30." I replied, getting myself some milk and an apple from the fridge. Are people even supposed to keep apples in fridges? Leave it to my dad…

As I left the kitchen to brush my teeth, I heard my dad talking to my mom behind me. "No, wait, I've got one. What's the name of that car from Knight Rider? You know, the talking one."

"The joke's over, Tim." mom told him.