A Concerned Teenager

"Oh great, it's the kids," Kimberly said sarcastically upon opening her door.

Whitney wasted no time pushing her way past the platinum blonde and into the small hobby room. Peyton and JoJo followed suit. The three girls formed as close to a half-circle as they could in the cramped quarters.

"Are we having a sleepover? Can we talk about what boys we find dreamy," Kimberly mocked the intruders in her room. "I heard that Bobbie Sue and Billy Bob made it to second base last night."

"Bitch, shut the fuck up," Whitney snapped in a cold, conversational tone. JoJo jumped a bit in fear.

"Excuse you!"

"You heard what I said. We're here to have a little discussion over where you were last night," Whitney calmly explained, walking over to pick up a black piece of lingerie hanging off a chair.

"And where was I last night?" the older woman inquired, growing amused.

"Sneaking into my brother's room and molesting him!" Peyton spat, jabbing a finger close to the older woman's face.

"Get that finger away from me, or you're losing it," growled Kimberly. "I have no use for Fallon women. So don't tempt me."

"I warned you to stay away from Sean," JoJo piped in. "But you wouldn't listen. So we know it was you."

"Oh, I see what's going on here. Someone played with Sean's joystick, and you three are jealous," Kimberly sneered. Her face masked confusion and curiosity.

"He's my brother!" Peyton protested with a disgusted face.

"I wouldn't put anything past Bridget's daughter. Your mother was always a dirty slut."

"Don't you call my mom that!" Peyton lunged forward, but Whitney managed to block her.

"Calm down, Peyton. Remember, we're here to talk about her behavior towards Sean," Whitney reminded, forcing herself to keep control of the situation.

"Tell us about last night," JoJo ordered.

"You stilly twits. You need to stop playing Nancy Drew and Veronica Mars and grow a life," Kimberly cackled. "I didn't touch Sean last night."

"As if we'd believe your lying ass," JoJo shot back.

"I've seen how you like to treat Sean," Whitney reminded her.

"Ah, the cave. You still tasting Sean's spunk?" Kimberly chuckled. "I am. Perhaps the boob friend and the sister want their samples."

"You're so going to pay for last night!" Peyton screamed, just missing her attempt to slap the older woman.

"Little girl, I said I didn't touch your brother last night."

"And why should we believe you?" JoJo challenged.

"Because when I went to fuck Sean, the door was already locked," Kimberly revealed, getting surprised looks from Peyton and JoJo. "If you don't believe me, then ask Rachel. She threatened me if I tried to enter Sean's room again. So I came back here and went to bed."

"Likely story," Peyton scoffed.

"It's true," Kimberly responded, jabbing her own finger toward the upset sister. "What you should be asking yourself is who was behind the locked door."

"Come in!" Sean called out to the person knocking on his door. He assumed it to be his mother checking up on him again. Something he didn't want after she found out that Whitney joined him in the shower.

"Hey, sweetie! I'm not bothering you, am I?" Gabriela asked, sticking her head into the room.

"No, I'm just sitting here bored."

"Goody! I have someone here that is dying to talk to you," Gabby informed him, pulling her phone from behind her back.

Sean curiously took the phone from his mom's friend. Not sure who would be on the phone, he immediately kicked himself for not knowing right away when he heard the voice.

"Sean? Ohmigawd! Are you okay? I've been freaking out up here!" shrieked a teenage girl's voice.

"Jules? Whoa, calm down. I'm fine. I only broke a bone or two in my foot and cut my leg," Sean tried to reassure the upset girl.

Sixteen-year-old Julianna Lockett had fallen in love with Sean the moment she fell over as a toddler, only for him to pick her up, hugging her until she stopped crying. In her eyes, he was her true love and had made that known over the years in different ways. She'd cried in jealously when he went off to play with JoJo, pushed other girls that stood too close to her beloved, and threw temper tantrums when her family visits to Honey Hollow ended. Even as one of the most desired cheerleaders in Rattle Ridge, Jules told her friends and classmates all about "her" Sean and how he was the one.

"What?! Broken bones! Mom said you only had bumps and bruises!" the irate teen screamed into the phone. Off the phone, Sean heard a muffled, "What you looking at? I'm having a life and death conversation."

"Jules, Jules! Hey, it's okay. I'm going to be fine. They just want to look at my foot again in a couple of days when the swelling goes down. At worst, I'll need to wear a cast for a month or month and a half."

"For that long?! Ohmigawd. Fuck this job! I'm driving down there right now," Jules proclaimed. "You need me to nurse you back to full health."

Easily able to overhear her daughter, Gabriela held her hand out for the phone, which Sean passed over.

"Sweetie, you're not quitting your job and driving down here."

Sean could hear the sixteen-year-old accusing her mother of lying to her.

"Yes, I downplayed Sean's injuries. Why? Because I knew you'd demand to come down here. And no, you're not. Why? Because you've been talking about working at the Snowbird Lodge for years. All your friends work there. And second, there is a storm coming. Even if you had a car to drive, the roads would be too dangerous. What? No, I don't care if you know where Dad keeps his spare key. That truck is far too big for a girl that just got her license to drive. Oh, I swear if you drive down here, I'll keep you away from Sean until you graduate."

Sean heard a frustrated scream before Gabby handed the phone back over to him.

"Uh, Jules. Please don't drive down here. I wouldn't want you to get hurt for me."

"Aww, you're so sweet, Sean," she cooed to her crush. On her end of the phone of he could hear another voice. "Yes, I do. But I'm on my break. No, I can't help you. I'm on the phone with my boyfriend. He nearly died; that's why I can't give you a second."

"Jules?"

"Geesh, some people are so rude." Sean could almost hear the eye roll. "So, why were you alone with Whitney Diamond?"

Sean froze. He didn't know how to answer without setting off her jealous temper.

"I wasn't alone with Whitney. I was upset, walking by myself when I saw her fall," Sean explained.

"Upset? Why were you upset? Who made you upset? Do I need to protect my man?" came the flurry of questions.

"Jules, I'm not your man, remember? We're not a couple. We don't live near each other, and you can't date me until you turn eighteen," Sean rattled off the list of reasons he'd been telling her for the past four years.

Gabby nodded in agreement.

"Oh, I know that. I'm not a psycho, you know. I just like to brag about my hottie future boyfriend down in Honey Hollow," Jules revealed. "It works wonders on these douchebags that try to hit on me. Some of these guys have the worst lines."

"Well, I'm glad to help."

"I've already gotten a ton more questions about you the last few days. People want to know what you were doing with Whitney."

"Oh, I guess that complicates using me as your excuse not to date those other guys," Sean guessed.

"What? Hell no! Whitney's got a reputation even up in Rattle Ridge."

"She does?!"

"She's a Diamond, and we got some Wynwicks up here. In fact, they own this lodge. So everyone knows about their feud, but as no Diamonds live up here, they're viewed as the bad guys. So when my Sean is friends with--and saves--the sexy, villainous Whitney Diamond, you totally get some bad boy street cred."

"Whitney's a sexy villain? Yeah, I guess I can see that," Sean chuckled.

"Oh, I share her stories from that Nosy Nectar all the time. I wish we had something like that up here. I'm going to have a ball with Jared and my parents actually staying for the week at the Diamond Cabin."

"Okay," Sean replied, not knowing what else to say. "Uh, you should get more material tonight. I assume that Nosy Nectar will cover the charity ball quite a bit."

"Ooh! I'll be all over it. Wait, hold on. Bethany wants to talk to me."

Sean waited as Gabby observed the conversation with a huge grin plastered across her face. His mother's old cheer mentor made no secret that she loved the idea of the potential pairing of their children.

"Ugh! I have to go, Sean. That noisy bitch from before is filing a complaint against me," Jules informed him in annoyance. "I mean, it's a fucking ski lodge! How hard is it to guess where the ski slopes are?"

"Shit, I'm sorry if you calling me got you into trouble." Gabriela shook her head at her daughter's predicament. "I know how badly you wanted that job."

"My job is fine. Everyone loves me here. At worst, I'll start a strike or something. Wait, I gotta tell you this first. Are you listening?"

"I am."

"I went up another cup size this month to 34C. I might pass my mom by the time you take my virginity," the jailbait purred into the phone.

Sean gulped, feeling a stirring in his groin. I'm so lucky she didn't come on this trip. Feeling embarrassed, Sean wished that Jules' mom wasn't seated a few feet away, listening to everything.

"Shit, I gotta go. Love ya, Seanie!" Jules blew a kiss into the phone.

"Yeah, so you might want to check on her job status later on," Sean commented, handing the phone back to Gabby.

"She'll be fine. My little girl is a regular Houdini."

"Yeah, Jules always seems to manage to talk her way out of problems," Sean chuckled with a shake of his head.

"You two are adorable together. It's so cute how your personalities complement each other. I can't wait until your wedding--sorry, sorry, no pressure. No pressure at all," Gabby backtracked, noticing the slight frown on Sean's face.

"Aunt Gabby, I know you mean well, but--"

"I know, I know. It's just a mother's dream for her daughter," Julianna's mother said, getting up out of the armchair. "Speaking of dreams, it's not nice to call out another woman's name when you're getting a blowjob, Sean."

"Huh?"

"It's called having good manners, but I'll forgive you as you called out Jules' name. They say like mother, like daughter." Gabby sat down on the edge of the bed, reaching to ruffle his hair. "My daughter's going to burst a gasket when I tell her. And wait until she hears all the details about your cock."