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This chapter is going to be pretty short… sad to say…

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Step Three: Smell Nice

Nate stumbled into his cabin, still in pain. Mitchie had got him hard. So yes, even after one hour, it still hurts.

He collapsed into his bed, face down. He was thankful that Shane and Jason weren't there to bother-

"Oh Nate!" sang Jason, skipping in cheerfully. I think I thought too soon, he thought. Groaning, he flipped over to look at his band mate. "What," he snapped.

Pouting, Jason plopped on to his own bed and folded his arms across his chest.

"Yeesh Nate! Try to be a little nicer! Maybe this is why Caitlyn doesn't like you," he huffed. Nate's face turned redder than Rudolph's nose. How the hell did he figure out that I liked Caitlyn? He questioned himself over and over again. Maybe Jason knows more about love than me and Shane, Nate pondered.

"What happened to you?" rang Shane's voice from the doorway.

All I want is peace and quiet. Is that too much to ask for? Inner Nate was sobbing his eyes out. Outer Nate was trying his best not to break down crying.

"Mitchie somehow hit me in the spot after you shoved her out of your way," Nate replied.

Jason stifled a giggle. Shane just coughed and said, "Speaking of your cousin, what's the next step to impress her?"

Sighing, the curly haired teenager replied, "Smell nice."

The three friends sat across from each other awkwardly. Shane cleared his throat. "Did you just say, 'smell nice'?" asked the confused lead singer.

"Yeah…"

"Well that's simple! Shane Gray always smells nice!" bragged Shane, wiggling his eyebrows at Jason.

Jason made a face. "Ew! Shane! That's sexual harassment!" he shivered.

….

"Jason, do you even know what that means?" Nate asked.

"Well, yes. Sexual harassment is defined as unwelcome sexual advances, requests for sexual favors and other verbal or physical conduct of a sexual nature when, one, submission to such conduct is made a term or condition of employment or participating in education programs; or, two, submission to or rejection of such conduct is used as a basis for employment or academic decisions affecting the individual; or, three, such conduct has the purpose or effect of unreasonably interfering with an employee's work performance or student's academic performance creating an intimidating, hostile, or offensive working or learning environment," he concluded.

….

….

Jason looked at his band mates. "What?"

Shane shook his head. "Uh… nothing." He looked over at Nate and mouthed, Oh my effing god.

Nate nodded, still bewildered by Jason's definition of sexual harassment.

"Anyways, I'm off. Nate, you rock. Jason," Shane paused and looked at his grinning friend, "Eat a dictionary."

With that, he slammed the door shut.

Jason turned to Nate. "Do you have a dictionary?"

"He wasn't serious Jase."

"Ooh… so he wasn't serious when he told me to go eat an encyclopedia?"

"Did you eat an encyclopedia?"

Jason nodded.

Holy shit…

"Hey mister! Can you help us?" asked a young boy to Shane. Shane looked at him and glared.

"Why do I want to help you stupid," he started. He saw Mitchie walking by with Caitlyn.

He turned to face the boy again. "Yes of course little child! How may I help you?"

The boy sniffled and pointed towards a hole. "My pet is stuck in there… and I'm scared of the dark!" he whined.

Is this kid friggin' serious? Shane thought.

Even with the boy's lame excuse, he got down on all fours and reached into the hole. He pulled out the boy's pet.

"Here's your-"

Spray.

"What… did… your pet… just… do?" Shane snarled, his teeth gritted tightly.

"Apparently, you scared him and he sprayed you," the boy said as-a-matter-of-fact.

"Hey Shane!" Mitchie called out. Shane quickly smoothed his hair and turned on his heel, leaning up against a tree. "Hey Mitchie," he said, sounding seductive.

Wow… is he sounds like an idiot… Mitchie thought. She wrinkled her nose. "Ugh… did you get sprayed by a skunk, Shane? You kind of stink," she gasped, pinching her nose.

Shane snapped. "Well, you do too!" he huffed and walked away.

"Wow… great manners," Caitlyn called after him. She turned to Mitchie. "What a dork."

To be continued…

And so ends this chapter!

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