xp_logs | Terry and Bobby, Super Dorks

Friday evening, Terry demands that Bobby entertain her. This leads to stealth missions through the mansion, pool and making a few things clear about what's changed while Bobby's been gone.

Bobby lounged on his bed, flipping through a course catalog for Westchester. He wasn't sure he was quite ready to go back to school in the fall, after the last year, but he was at least open to the idea, and thought maybe he'd see what classes were available, at least. So far, nothing was really catching his attention, though.

Terry rapped on Bobby's door, having already invaded the suite. "Hide your stuffed animals and boyband albums and open the door," she called through the door. She knew he was in there; it was just a matter of convincing him to come out.

Bobby raised his head at the voice and grinned. He shoved the catalog aside and climbed off the bed, pulling the door open with a flourish. "What's up, Red? Need more ice cream already?"

She grabbed his wrist with both hands. "I'm bored. You have a car. Take me out." Terry grinned at him. Her wallet was already in her back pocket in anticipation of a successful commandeering of her appointed driver.

Bobby dug in his heels, pulling back. "Hold on, hold on...where are we going? And I need my keys."

"I don't know. Out. It's Friday night!" She let him go but followed him into his room while he searched for his keys. "We're always stuck here on Fridays since the clubbing trips ended and it's summer and I'm bored. Let's go play pool or something."

Bobby fished in his hamper, pulling a pair of jeans out and rescuing the keys from a pocket. "Pool? I could play pool..." He smiled and slung an arm around her shoulders. "We taking anyone else?"

Terry wrinkled her nose, "Well we could but taking Clarice means taking Shiro and watching them be a couple. And taking Kitty means taking Jamie and watching them be a couple and...well, you get the picture. I just want to have fun and not worry about people dating."

Bobby nodded, smiling sympathetically. "No couples, then. Just me and you." He leaned in conspiratorially. "Let's sneak out so no one else can crash our non-date."

Terry giggled, "Okay. Just keep to the shadows and try to look like you belong here." She peeked out his door. "I'll scout ahead," she whispered and disappeared out the door.

Bobby nodded solemnly, tiptoeing to the door with a grin and waiting for her to signal the all-clear. Why would he want to act his age, after all?

Creeping to the door to the hallway, Terry poked her head out and checked for any witnesses. Determining that the coast was clear, she signalled Bobby to come join her then ran out to her next vantage point, behind a potted ficus.

Bobby nodded and slipped out the door, closing it silently behind him before hugging the wall and sidling up next to her. "Any sign of anyone?" he whispered from the corner of his mouth.

Terry shook her head and parted the leaves on the tree to peer through. "Okay, I'm going to make a break for the stairs then you follow me in ten seconds. If you hear me whistle, abort the mission." She grinned up at him, "Be brave, soldier."

"Roger." Bobby looked at his wristwatch, nodding her toward the stairs, eyes glued to the seconds ticking past.

Terry took the banister down, humming cheerfully and landing lithely on her feet. On the ground floor, she ducked into the shadows of the grandfather clock and waited for Bobby to join her.

...Nine...Ten. Bobby grinned and checked that the coast was still clear before tiptoeing down the stairs as quickly as possible, looking around for her as he neared the bottom. "Terry?" he stage-whispered, eyes sweeping right past her as if she were invisible.

Terry suppressed a giggle and reached out to yank him over to the shadows with her. Not that there was much of them to hide in. "This was easier when we were younger," she muttered, looking up at him and indicated that they should switch places so she was on the outside.

Bobby shuffled around, trying to scoot in front of her, then shaking his head and grabbing her arms, scooting her forward to sidle behind her, biting the inside of his cheek to keep from bursting out laughing at the near-slapstick routine.

Terry was shaking with silent laughter by the time they'd switched places and could only signal that she needed a second to regroup. She leaned back against him while she trembled with giggles and then gasped for breath. "Okay," she whispered finally, "Final stretch. We're just going to have to tough it out." She craned her neck around the clock. "The way is clear but we'll have to move fast. Ready?"

Bobby took a deep breath and nodded. "Ready!" he hissed, nudging her out into the open playfully.

She was unable to swallow the peal of laughter that elicted and just ran flat out to reach the garage, throwing open the door, ducking behind it and waiting for Bobby to come through before she closed it again, pressing her back to it. "Made it!"

"So you did." The voice broke through the echoes of the whispers and giggles drifting through the garage, Alison blinking at them a bit bemusedly while standing a few feet from them, keys to one of the cars available to those in the mansion in hand. Eyeing them for a moment, she apparently decided on something or other about their behaviour, but passed no comment on it.

"Hrm." She glanced at her watch, then gave Bobby a stern look. "The young lady has a curfew. Bring her back by then - otherwise, you two have fun out in town, mmm? Unless you're just skulking about in the garage for practice for the next water gun or nerf gun wars or something." Reaching out, she patted Terry's shoulder and offered Bobby a grin, then reached out to lay a hand on the doorknob. "Better not be an ambush for me on the other side of this," she muttered, sounding amused before opening the door to exit the garage.

Bobby's face flushed bright red as Alison departed, and he crossed to his car quickly, hitting the button to unlock the doors and slumping in the driver's seat. "Why'd it have to be her?" he groaned, head falling back against the headrest.

Terry giggled hysterically as she collapsed into the passenger seat. "I'm going to hear it tomorrow at voice lessons." She poked Bobby, "Oh, come on, it's funny! Laugh!" She beamed at him, radiating sunny goodwill and cheer.

Bobby managed a grin, although laughter was beyond him. "All right. Let's go play some pool." His face was still red, and he automatically cooled his burning cheeks as he grabbed the automatic opener he'd been given and opened the garage door behind his car.

Boys were so touchy. Terry took charge of his radio and rejected half a dozen stations before settling on one and singing along to the sprightly pop song. He'd get over it sooner or later.

And by the time they got to the pool hall, he had gotten over it, for the most part, and was singing along with her. He pulled into a parking space near the building and turned off the ignition, shooting Terry a wide grin. "Ready to kick my butt?"

Terry widened her eyes to their limits and gave him her most innocent look, "Me? I don't know what you mean. I never play pool. You'll have to teach me." She swung out of the car with a laugh and skipped around the front to give him a hug.

Bobby wrapped his arms around her and groaned. "I don't believe you, and we are not playing for money." He laughed and started toward the door, arm around her shoulders. "I will play for root beers, though."

"Okay!" she chirped agreeably, tucking her arm around his waist. She flashed a smile at a young man exiting the pool hall who held the door for them. "I get break!"

"Sure thing." Bobby dug a few quarters out of his pocket and offered them to her. "I'll get us a table and the first round of drinks, you pick out something on the jukebox."

She accepted the change and ran over to the jukebox. There she considered her choices carefully, nibbling on a lock of hair as she paged slowly through her choices. She was still feeling silly but choosing music was always a serious business. "Aha!" She grinned and skipped merrily back to where Bobby was holding a table.

The balls were already racked and waiting, and Bobby handed her a pool cue and a bottle of root beer. "Break 'em, kiddo."

Terry took a sip, then chalked the tip of her cue and set up to take her first shot. True to her innocent act she held the cue all wrong as she stabbed at the cue ball, sending it rolling slowly in the direction of the balls. "Oops."

Bobby watched with eyebrows raised, debating whether she was having him on, or really didn't know how to play. "Here. Let me show you how to hold the cue," he said finally, rounding the table to stand next to her, propping his cue against a nearby table and setting his root beer down. "And if I find out you're secretly a pool genius, I'll tickle you until you wet your pants," he added mock-threateningly.

"Wow, now there's a threat I haven't heard a hundred times since I was 12," she retorted, anything but intimidated. "Maybe I just haven't settled into my groove yet." She lifted the pool cue so that he could reposition her hands on it, humming idly to the currently playing song on the jukebox and waiting for hers to play.

Bobby moved around behind her and got her hands in the right places, and the right grips, then reached out to pull the cue ball back into place. "Okay. Try it again."

She glanced over her shoulder at him then bent over and smoothly moved the cue over her braced fingers and sent the cue ball flying into the neatly placed triangle of balls, scattering them every which way. "That's better," she said with deep satisfaction.

"Very nice," Bobby agreed, circling the table and eyeing the colored balls critically. He lined up a shot, hitting the twelve ball into a pocket. "I'm stripes, then." He paced around the table, looking for his next shot.

There. Nine ball, corner pocket. He leaned forward, eyes narrowed, and took his shot, swearing under his breath and straightening as the nine ball cheerily rebounded away from the pocket, breaking up a small cluster of brightly colored balls in the center of the table. "Your turn."

"Nice job." Terry grinned and hummed her way around the table until she found a simple shot. A quick jab of the cue sent the one ball into a corner pocket then she leaned on the edge to consider her next one.

Bobby gave her a suspicious look as she sank the ball so easily, but kept his counsel, taking a sip of root beer as he watched her.

She squealed in glee as the song switched over and a quick bounce and hairflip preceded her next shot as she started to sing along. The three followed the one into a pocket followed shortly by a flubbed attempt at the six.

Bobby shook his head as he pushed off of the wall, circling the table with a look of discontent. "You so know how to play," he muttered, not at all happy with the options she left him. He finally sighed and half-sprawled across the table, trying to sink the thirteen. It bounced off the rail and nearly ran into him as he quickly straightened, but by some stroke of luck ended up rolling obligingly into a side pocket. "Yesss!"

Terry just fluttered her eyelashes at him, stopping singing long enough to ask, "That was clever. Did you mean to do that?"

"Uhh....yes," Bobby replied with a wide grin, nodding earnestly. "Yes, that's exactly how it was supposed to go." He winked and cleared the ten and the fifteen, before scratching on the nine. "Damn." He fished the fifteen back out, setting it on the mark on the felt, then brought the cue ball to Terry. "All yours."

"I want candy...," Terry broke off as he handed her the ball, "Oh! Neat!" She skipped to the end of the table and meticulously placed it for her best advantage. Granted, that required her to have to turn around as politely as the boy behind her to move but shyness had never been a failing of Terry's. She quickly avenged herself for missing the two and sent the five to join it for good measure. Then she thanked the boy and moved out of his way.

Her next shot, for the four, required her to do far too much banking and she just settled for getting it to a better position instead before handing the table back to Bobby and retrieving her drink.

Bobby grinned at her and walked to the table, chewing on his lip. He took aim for the nine again, and winced as it not only didn't go anywhere, it sent the eight rolling perilously close to the side pocket. As it stopped a mere inch from sinking, he let out a sigh of relief. "That was close." He walked over and smiled down at her, setting his cue aside and digging for his wallet. "I'm gonna go grab something to eat while you go. Want anything? Rings? Nachos?"

"Nachos!" Terry's eyes lit up, "With jalapenos if they have them." The fact that dinner had been only a couple hours earlier meant nothing. A serious pool game required sustenance.

"Nachos it is." Bobby hurried off to the food counter, placing the order and then settling on a stool to wait for the food, smiling at her from across the room.

Terry smiled back and wanders around the table looking for her next shot, though she wasn't going to take it until he got back. As she rounded the table she found that the boy she'd asked to move was in her way again. She grinned at him, "Hi, sorry. Just looking for a shot."

He smiled back, it was difficult not to smile at Terry, and shifted out of the way, "No problem. Are you playing against your boyfriend?" He glanced Bobby's way then focused back on Terry as she slid by.

Bobby's attention was certainly caught, and he watched the two of them carefully, glancing back once to see how his nachos were coming. He half-rose to his feet, ready to go to her rescue if the boy showed signs of getting too familiar.

Terry laughed and shook her head. "Bobby and I are just old friends. We actually ducked out tonight to escape all the couples back at school." She leaned on her cue and looked up at the young man, trying to decide how old he was.

"Do you go to school around here? I thought you were a tourist or something with the accent. I know you don't go to the local public high school." He grinned, "I'd recognize someone like you."

The nachos were delivered and Bobby snatched them up, making his way back to their table quickly. "Hey," he said, coming up behind Terry and giving the boy a rather cool, almost warning look.

Terry blushed faintly and glanced back toward Bobby. Well, that saved her from having to answer the school question since that never ended well. "Hey!" She stole a chip from the nachos and waved it at the boy, "This is..."

"Kegan," the boy said, giving Bobby a nervous glance then looked down at Terry, "I didn't get your name either."

"Terry," Bobby said flatly before she could answer. "And it's her turn." He slipped between them, setting the nachos down at their table and returning to Terry's side.

Terry smiled apologetically. "I'll talk to you later," she promised as Bobby loomed. She slipped away to take the shot she'd set up earlier with the four then, just as punishment for Bobby being a brat, cleared the six as well. The seven was back over next to Kegan's table and Terry eyed Bobby to see how he'd react to that.

Bobby looked at the seven, then at Terry, and then at Kegan, giving him another warning look as he popped a chip in his mouth and crossed his arms over his chest, in full overprotective big-brother mode.

Terry rolled her eyes and went to take the shot. Kegan gave her a quick smile that was accompanied by a nervous glance at Bobby. "Is your family Irish, Kegan?" Terry asked as she bent to sight the angle. No way was she going to make this one but oh well.

"Um, just a little. My grandfather. I'm named after him." He tilted his head unconsciously as she bent, watching her intently.

Bobby drummed his fingers on his arm, finding himself with the urge to give the boy frostbite in an unpleasant place. He forced himself to not storm over and embarrass Terry, but only just, shoving three chips in rapid succession into his mouth and chewing them rather viciously instead. The game was almost over, then he'd have a little chat with her over nachos. He could restrain himself until then.

"It's a good name." Terry reluctantly took her shot and, of course, missed. "Your turn, Bobby." She gave Kegan a wave then went to get some nachos.

Bobby walked past Kegan and glared, then sunk the eleven through sheer luck. He hit the cue ball way too hard aiming for the fourteen, though, and it hopped off of the table completely, rolling over to--of course--come to a rest against Kegan's shoe. "Shit," Bobby growled, hurrying over to retrieve it.

Kegan picked it up, holding it firmly in one hand with his pool cue in the other. He looked past Bobby at Terry who was munching on nachos and singing along to a country song that someone had put on. "What's your problem?" he asked Bobby, exasperated, "She said she wasn't your girlfriend."

"She's not! But she's not available, either," Bobby replied in a low voice, reaching for the ball. "So quit looking at her like she's a buffet table and play your game." He was doing it for her sake, of course--he didn't like the look of this boy. Something about him just set him on edge.

Kegan handed back the cue, "Whatever." He rolled his eyes and walked away...over to Terry. "Got a cell phone or a pen?" Terry nodded and swallowed the chip she'd just put in her mouth. She dug into her pocket and produced the slim phone that any student who was allowed out on their own carried. Kegan took it from her and dialled a number. His pocket started to ring. "Call me when you shake your not-boyfriend."

Bobby watched them as he set the ball back on the felt table with a thunk. He followed Kegan over to her and grabbed a chip. "Your turn, Terry." He didn't quite dare look at her, and he was feeling a bit guilty for what he'd said. It was none of his business if Terry wanted to pick up some random guy in the pool hall, so long as they didn't expect to take off together, or anything.

Terry glanced up at Kegan then to Bobby. "Um, if you'll excuse me." She smiled then turned and grabbed Bobby's arm and dragged him off to the corner of the room. She was practically glowing with rage by the time she let go, "What was that about?"

"I don't know," Bobby admitted, frowning. "There's just something about that guy...I don't trust him. I don't like the way he was looking at you."

She poked him in the shoulder, "Don't embarrass me like that! If I want to talk to someone, I can. Now I have this guy's number on my cell phone and he's going to expect me to call. And if I don't, he's going to think that ye were the reason I didn't." She poked him again harder this time. "I don't need ye to protect me."

Bobby listened silently, nodding from time to time. But her last words made him wince. That hurt--he was used to protecting her. That's what big brothers did, even surrogate ones. "I'm sorry," he said quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets. "I didn't mean to embarrass you."

Terry sighed, temper fading as quickly as it rose. "Just don't do it again. I'm not a child anymore." She gave him a half-smile, "I'll forgive ye if ye make me fudge ripple."

Bobby nodded slowly, not returning her smile. "Fair enough." He didn't move, didn't say anything more, just...looked at her.

She stood for a few moments, looking back at him, waiting for something else then finally, as his scrutiny began to make her uncomfortable, had to tilt her head and ask, "What?"

Bobby shook himself, giving her a wistful smile. "Nothin'," he said softly. "Let's finish our game."

"O-kay..." She walked back to the table, assuming he would follow. She figured he'd tell her eventually if it was really important. For the moment, she was just glad that they'd cleared up that problem. "My turn, right?"

"Yep," Bobby agreed, snagging a chip and settling onto a stool. "I scratched. Cue ball is yours to do as you will."

Terry grabbed a soda, his or hers she wasn't sure, and pondered the table. All the easy shots were long gone which meant that taking out the seven was going to be difficult no matter what she did. "So what do I get when I win?" She set the ball up and took aim then looked up at Bobby.

"If you win." Bobby folded his arms and gave her a wry look. "I've already bought you a root beer, nachos, and jukebox songs. What else do you want?"

"Fudge ripple, a pony and a fortune in gold dubloons." She bit her lip as she hit the seven and if she'd been a teke there would have been accusations of powers involved because there was no way it should have gone in.

"I'm already making you fudge ripple, there are horses at home, and I'm fresh out of dubloons," Bobby replied, glaring at the pocket the seven had disappeared into.

"Then you'll just have to owe me, I guess. Eight ball, side pocket." She tapped the selected pocket with the tip of her cue and rechalked. "That sound fair to you?" She grinned at him.

"Ohhh no. I don't trust you with that kind of power." Bobby finished off his soda and eyed the nachos, looking for one with lots of cheese. They were cooling off quickly, and he didn't want to waste the really cheesy ones. "No vague 'owing you'."

"Well then get creative because you're about to owe me something." She sighted her shot and it was almost laughably easy.

"Well...crap." Bobby munched thoughtfully, then gave her a smile. "A midnight ice cream party, to be collected whenever you want." He might regret it when he was summoned from bed to pay up, but he'd missed late-night ice cream making sessions, among other things. "Is that fair?"

Because she had fond memories of pulling him out of bed at the most god-awful hours of the night for just such parties, she smiled and nodded. "That sounds good to me. I've missed those." So saying she bent and sank the eight ball without any fuss though she kept her head down longer than was strictly necessary, since it was silly to cry over ice cream.

"So have I," Bobby said under his breath, smiling. He applauded her shot and win, then checked his watch. "Think we have time for another game before curfew, or do you want to call it a night?"

She checked her watch as well and sighed, "If Alison hadn't caught us on the way out, I'd say we could stretch it to another game but she'll being watching and I have to face her for voice tomorrow." She made a face, "and one thing I have learned, is that you never ever disappoint Alison for a music lesson. She's evil."

Bobby nodded and grabbed one last chip. "All right, let's head home then," he said with his mouth full, holding out his arm to her.

Terry nodded and took his arm, stepping close so she could wrap her arms around his waist. "Bobby?" she asked quietly as they walked toward the door, "Can I drive?"

Bobby started toward the door, arm around her shoulders. "Hmm. You want fudge ripple, an ice cream party, and to drive my dad's car?" He grinned and dug the keys out of his pocket, dangling them in front of her. "Lemme see your license and then you can."

Terry pulled her wallet out of her back pocket and opened it to show him the license she'd had for almost a full year. She kept it well out of his reach because, after all, this was Bobby. "Issued by the state of New York to one Theresa Rourke Cassidy." She grinned, "That's me."

Bobby nodded, satisfied. "Get us home, then," he replied, unlocking the car and then handing her the keys.

She tucked her wallet away and ran to the driver's side. As she was rather shorter, she had to adjust the seat and the mirrors first but she was ready in fairly short order. Just for luck and thanks, she leaned over and kissed Bobby's cheek then started the car. "Pick something fun to listen to."

Bobby smirked and popped open the glove compartment, grabbing a jewel case he'd remembered seeing during the iPod search. He slid the CD into the in-dash player and waited, until the beginning of 'Oops, I did it...Again' filled the car.

"Bobby!" Terry yelped indignantly but short of running them off the road to stop the pain (a consideration but not really the best option) she was just going to have to suffer.

Bobby giggled and punched the track advance button, and Green Day replaced Britney. "Ronny's girlfriend made him a mix CD," he explained with a gleeful grin. "I knew that track was first, and I couldn't resist."

"You're a terrible person and I take back the part about missing you."

Bobby leaned back, looking smug. "You love me."

Terry glanced over at him and smiled. Yeah.