The Summer that changed my life forever...

Dakota: I nodded.

Brok: "Want to help? I can teach you."

Dakota: "Sure." I followed him.

Brok: "Just untwist the thing and take the cymbal out. Then screw it back in."

Dakota: I held back laughter. "That's what she said," I mumbled as I followed his instructions.

Brok: I shook my head. "Wow, Kota. Just do it."

Dakota: "Again -- that's what she said." I did as he said. "There."

Brok: I rolled my eyes. "Wow, Kota. Dirty much? Alright. I'll take care of the hi-hat. You can do the others. The hi-hat's the hardest one."

Dakota: "Only in comparison to you am I dirty. You must be a virgin," I added the second part under my breath and took off the other parts.

Brok: Well, I wasn't, but... "Do we really have to go over this?" I complained.

(wowwwww. kota! it's a drum set! why make things dirty?)

Dakota: I blinked. Well, I had thought he was a virgin anyway. I gulped. "No, we don't."

(feel free to smack her)

(*smacks Kota*)

Brok: "Good," I said and messed around with the hi-hat.

Dakota: I got an uncomfortable feeling in the pit of my stomach. "It's a question you should ask yourself," I mouthed to myself, thinking of what Trey had said.

Brok: "Hm?" I asked. "What's a question I need to ask myself?"

Dakota: "Nothing! I was just thinking about something Trey said to me earlier."

Brok: I groaned. "My brother is an idiot."

Dakota: "Well he seems to be better at giving answers than you are."

Brok: "Because he's Trey."

Dakota: "Better at discussing things, too..."

Brok: "Again, that's why everyone loves Trey."

Dakota: "Yeah." I bit my lip as I finished with my parts of the drum set.

Brok: "He's looking at you."

Trey: I glanced over at Brok and Dakota. Hm.

Dakota: "And you think I would care because...?"

Brok: "I'm just saying."

Trey: I walked over to the drum set and Brok and Dakota.

Dakota: I half-glared at Trey, but bit back anything I had to say to him.