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he’s completely unmentionable.
    Just keep telling yourself that.
    Wanting to get out of head for a few minutes, Lucy saved the progress she had made on her college applications, and decided to take advantage of her afternoon off by settled down for a nice long nap, quickly falling into a seemingly dreamless sleep. It seemed like she had just fallen asleep when she suddenly felt herself being gently shook awake.
    That’s weird, Mom never wakes me up…?
     
    Wes Mallinson stood outside the Karate household, determined to make a good impression with his classmate this time. He had the afternoon off from football practice because of the game – his first – that evening. It briefly occurred to him that he was more nervous about seeing Lucy Karate again, than about the kick off in a few hours time. Odd how seeing a girl he didn’t really know made him more nervous than a Friday night football game. His palms were already sweating as he knocked on the door.
    A smaller, male version of Lucy answered the door. Craig Karate had the same brown hair and green eyes as his older sister. A little Pug dog stood at his feet and looked up at him. Crossing his arms, he popped his gum and asked, “What do you want?”
    “I’m a classmate of your sister’s, actually and…”
    “You’re not a drummer.”
    “No, I play football.”
    The boy’s green eyes grew wide, “Really?”
    Wes smiled, and answered, “Yes, in fact, I’ll be playing tonight.”
    “Oh, I thought you were talking ‘bout real football.”
    “What your country refers to as ‘soccer?’”
    Craig’s head went up and down.
    “Well, I’ve been playing that a lot longer. Do you play?”
    Craig smiled and he answered proudly, “Yup. I’m a ‘keeper. So, what are you doing here? I know most of Lucy’s friends and I’ve never seen you before.”
    “As I was saying, I’m in her class and I brought her the homework she missed today. Is she available?”
    “Yeah, she’s upstairs.” With that statement of fact, young Craig wandered off, leaving Wes to hesitantly walk in. He walked upstairs, pausing to look at the pictures on the wall. There was Lucy, looking equally stunning in pictures from school dances and very intimidating in her band uniform. Wes continued down the hall, until he came to a room he was sure that was Lucy’s. Pausing at the door for a moment, he opened it quietly, intent on putting the assignment down and getting the hell out of there, when he looked over at her bed and saw Lucy sleeping peacefully. The majority of him knew he should get out of there, get in his car and stop caring, but a smaller part of him urged him forward. He leaned over and carefully shook her. Lucy’s eyes opened and she was staring into green ones similar to her own.
    Am I still dreaming?
    “Lucy.”
    She sat up, and almost jumped out of bed before remembering she had stripped off her flannel pants before her nap, “What are you DOING IN MY ROOM?!?!?”
    Wes began backing up slowly, holding his hands up, “You see, your brother let me in…”
    “To what?! Take advantage of me? I’m going to kill him!”
    A safe distance away, Wes replied, “Look, I feel terrible about earlier this week. I brought your school assignments.”
    From the bed, Lucy said sarcastically, “Of course, you bringing me my assignments totally makes up for my lost practice and day off of school. Now, be a good lad and turn around?”
    “Why?”
    “So I can put some shorts on and change for the game.”
    She’s only wearing her knickers?!
    As Wes turned around and listened to her grumbling, he tried again to apologize, “Listen, I’m really sorry. I know this must look, well, but, it’s not.”
    Lucy quickly threw on a pair of shorts. Ignoring his apology – flustered and charmingly Hugh Grant that it might be – she instructed, “You can turn around now.”
    Wes did and saw that Lucy was muttering to herself as she paced around the room, “Pants, shoes, socks, beret,