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I rolled off of Aaron and felt sure that my face looked as if I'd just swallowed a spicy BK burger whole. Aaron pouted and just climbed on top of me again.

Damn horny popstar.

He kissed me, and I kissed back. Pretty soon we were making out and I was no longer red. Thank GOD!

"Get a room!" Nick exclaimed, stepping over us.

"Preferably a soundproof one!" Angel called from the top of the stairs.

This time I just laughed at the teasing, and kept making out with Aaron.

"You're getting the idea," Aaron said in between kisses. "Just laugh it off."

"Yeah," I said. "And push you off," I gave him a shove and he rolled off me. Getting up, I pranced over to the table to eat.

"Damn kids," Nick muttered lightheartedly, dropping a few bags of food onto the counter and plopping down on the couch a few feet away. He turned on the TV and with one last look at us, warned, "Just don't like, practically do it right now. And don't bother me, I'm eating."

Just to spite him I got my food, went over, and plopped down right next to him, Aaron got the other side.

"Watcha' watchin?" I asked like an annoying first grader.

"TV," he answered, preparing to be annoyed.

"Oh..." I said. We sat there eating for a second and I said, "Are you gonna' start watching naked ladies again? Cuz if so, you need a woman!"

Aaron, who had been taking a sip of soda, spit it all out and started cracking up and choking on coke at the same time.

I patted Aaron's back while sticking to my plan of bothering Nick.

"What do you mean, need a woman?" He asked, scrunching his nose at the babies program playing in front of him until he flipped through the channels again.

"You don't want one? I can get you a man if you want." I gave him one of my most angelic smiles.

"Please," Aaron gasped, "Stop, Amy, I can't breathe!" I looked at him and saw that he was red faced and gasping, and immediately grabbed my diet Pepsi off the table and thrust it at him.

He took a sip and handed the soda back to me as his laughing slowed down.

Nick looked over at his brother. "Are you done yet?"

"Thanks," he said to me. We leaned in front of Nick and gave each other a kiss. And another. And another.

"You guys are making me miss the good part of Girls Gone Wild!" Nick growled, hitting us both on the heads with a throw pillow.

"Is it 'Pelt Aaron With Pillows Day' or soemthing???" Angel, Nick and I looked at each other, and before Aaron could get up, each of us grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.

"Good lord! Help me, somebody!" He shrieked, hugging the floor for face protection.

I finished eating and went upstairs to take a long overdue shower.

I got in - without any delays this time! - and let the hot water roll over my body for a minute. There was a knock on the door and Aaron called, "Can I come in?"

"Sure," I said, scrubbing shampoo in my hair. He walked in and sat on the toilet, not to go to the bathroom, just to sit. After a second of silence I asked, "What's up?"

"You want the PG answer, right?" he asked.

I pulled back the shower curtain and gave him a look. "Aaron..."

When he didn't answer, I pushed the shower curtain open a little to make sure Aaron was still alive, making sure that only my soapy head and nothing else was showing. "Aaron? You okay?"

He nodded. "Yeah." He whispered hoarsely.

"You aren't sick again?" I asked, beginning to get alarmed. He shook his head. "Was it the pillow fight from earlier?" He shook his head numbly, the corner of his lips drooping down effortlessly. I turned off the hot water faucet and stared at him. "Then what's wrong, Aar?"

"Can you get dressed first?" He asked, looking down at the yellow duck printed on the rug on the floor. "I might feel more comfortable then."

I nodded and finished my shower, as he walked out to where he said we would meet at the "bedroom."

"So, what's wrong again?" I inquired once dressed in snug black pajama shorts and wifebeater top. I plopped down on his plush bed, watching him look at me from where he sat on a oversized baseball plush bag.

"Amy, I - I don't know what to do." He confessed, looking everywhere but at me.

"For what? To who?"

"There's this girl -" My attention peaked at the word 'girl' "She just called..." I waited for him to continue on.

"She says she's pregnant."

I nearly blew out a balloon of deep breath. Oh that was it? Just some girl calling him up and telling him that she's pregnant?

"Oh." I smiled, "You gonna be an uncle or something? She's your cousin, aunt?"

He shook his head, his expression and color ashen. "She's my ex-girlfriend."

The picture of the girl... The kissing... The tongue...

I forced myself to pull up my courage into a working level and choked out slowly. "It's...not yours, is it?"

He just shrugged.

"You don't know?" I felt myself also going gray.

He shrugged again. "I don't know."

"I mean, were you guys close and all?" Translation: Did you guys have sex?

He nodded. "I was with her for 6 months."

I forced down a frog that had lodged itself in my throat, "Did you love her?"