A group of adolescent girls suddenly shrieked a squeal so high pitched it could only be for three boys in the whole world: Hanson. Ike looked up, horrified. "Not again! C'mon guys, run!" Ike grabbed the groups hands, and when Jaime started to object to their lunch cut short all she got in response was a yank on the arm from Tay and Zac. Although she was behind at first, she quickly caught up with the guys. "Where are wegoing?" she asked while running. "We'll meet at the Mustang. Split up!" Brice said, running to the left. "Yeah! See ya!" Ike said grabbing Zac's arm. "Guess that leaves us. C'mon! They're catching up! God, we have really fit fans!" Tay said, once again jerking her arm. She yanked her hand away. "I'm perfectly capable of keeping up myself! I don't need a guy's help." she said, an edge of challenge on her voice. "Oh really? Well let's just see who's fastest!" Tay said, returning the challenge. "Fine. Ready? Go!" she said, taking the lead already. He laughed. "Oh, a fiesty one 'eh?" He shot her a look saying, 'I'll bet that ticked you off, huh?' and she simply took an even bigger lead. She threw her head to the left to look at him and see if he had a macho attitude anymore, but found no one. "Boo!" he said, grabbing her waist from the opposite side of her. She laughed and followed his lead as he ran to the nearest exit. They ran until they saw Brice's Mustang pulling up along side them. They both jumped in, exhausted. "You sure put up a good fight, Little Miss Feminist! God, I thought I'd never catch up! Brice, is she always that fast?" he said, panting and puffing like a dog. "Yep. She's always been a Tomboy. Although she doesn't seem one at first look. Why, I remember a little girl who instead of playing Barbies would climb trees. Yep, she was quite the little monkey, always scraping up those knees. And, if I remember correctly, tore her Easter dress one year because she 'needed to watch for the pirates' from the old oak tree." Brice said with a fatherly laugh. "Oh please Brice! I don't 'look for the pirates' anymore! That was ages ago! But I do still love to climb trees, and I do scrape my knees.I am WAY more into other sports now. Although the orphanage didn't offer that many sports activities for girls. I remember one time Matron Richards helped me dress like a boy to play baseball. That was a sight."she smiled at the memory. "Hey, Jaime? Do you want come ober to our place? You could swim and stuff and then, if it's okay with you Brice, you could spend the night cause we're having this big bash and it'll be over pretty late and Brice could just go home and you could stay, if you want, and how did I fit that into one breath?" Zac said, and then immediately started panting. Jaime laughed. "Can I, Brice?" Brice smiled. "Sure. This is the way it always is in...Hickville! Where co-ed sleepovers make no evil images in parental unit's minds! Yes! In Hickville, you are always 'allowed'!" Jaime got a scared expression on her face. "Uh.. I think you've lost it, Brice." Brice laughed and said, "It's just a saying that Zac taught me. Nevermind, long story." *AN:Yes people, this does happen around my neighborhood. See, my dad is really weird and he made it up.;o)AN*
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