The Summer that changed my life forever...

(Yeah, usually they aren't)

Dakota: I frowned. "Well, okay. I'm going to go find Brok before this conversation becomes even more uncomfortable." I brushed past Trey and went to Brok's room. I knocked on the door.

(I've never seen any that are.)

Brok: I was in the middle of the alphabet song again. "What?!"

Trey: I smirked to myself. I still had so much more to tell her.

Dakota: Fuck, he wasn't ready yet. I went back to where Trey was. "I have a feeling you wouldn't just ask that kind of question for no reason...is there something I should know?

Trey: I shrugged. "I just ask questions that I think you should ask yourself."

Brok: I turned the shower off. "WHAT?!" I yelled louder, wondering who had knocked.

Dakota: "You're kind of creepy."

(lol Brok x))

Trey: "A lot of people say that. I'm only like this to the girls that Brok is serious about."

Brok: I dried myself off and started trying to find my shirt. Dang it, I hadn't gotten on, and I'd gone into the shower shirtless. -Good job,- I told myself.

Dakota: "GirlS? Plural?"

Trey: "Yeah. Fiona before you, you know."

Brok: No shirt. I wrapped the towel around myself and exited the bathroom to check my room.

Dakota: "Well, yeah. But that's over now... right?"

Trey: "I hope so. I think so, anyway. He hasn't talked about her in a while."

Brok: Still no shirts...

Dakota: "You /hope/ so? When did he last talk about her?"

Trey: "I don't remember, which means it's been a while. Why?"

Dakota: I shrugged. "Just wondering...he told me she was a lot of his firsts. So basically, I'm that in-between girlfriend every guy has. The one that isn't their first love, and isn't their...forever. Not sure why I'm telling you this, though."

Trey: I laughed. "I like scaring Brok's girlfriends. Meaning you and Fiona, of course. But...well, Brok hasn't really looked at any girls since Fiona. Not really anyone in three years."

Dakota: "Interesting...do you know why they broke up?"

Trey: "Not something I'd like to talk about."

Brok: Still no shirts. Ugh.

Dakota: "You made me talk about stuff like that," I mumbled, but shrugged. "Whatever." It sounded like Brok was out of the shower now, or whatever he had been doing. I went back to his room. "Brok!" I called. "I'm here."

Brok: "I'M SHIRTLESS!" I yelled. "Unless you like seeing me naked, Trey!"

Dakota: "What? It's Dakota...and being shirtless isn't the same as being naked."

Brok: "Oh," I said. "You kinda sound like Trey."

Trey: "I do not!"

Brok: "Just referring to your girliness. And...oh. I have a towel. No looking, okay?"

Dakota: "I'm not a perv, Brok. But if it'll make your gay, little mind feel better, I'll just wait until you find your shirt." I rolled my eyes.

Brok: "I'M NOT GAY!"

Trey: I smirked. "Finally, someone else who questions his weirdness."

Dakota: "I don't believe it for a minute. Hurry up."

Brok: I ran out of there and into the shirt room, found a pink shirt, and put it on.

Trey: "This is where I leave. Later, Dakota."

Dakota: "Bye Trey." I rolled my eyes at Brok.