Skip ahead till you are back at school.

The following week, after finally coming off of your medication and getting your final check up at the hospital, it was soon time for you to return to school as well. Though you'd never particularly been a huge fan of school, you did find that you were actually looking forward to going back and seeing all of your friend's again, as well as getting yourself back into a proper routine. As for Stephanie, although it had a little more than 2 weeks since she'd been living at yours, she was now coping well enough in playing the part of your mom that you were pretty confident she would be able to manage without you around. After all, you'd already given her the full run down of her household chores, as well as all the background info on as many of your mom's friends as you could possibly think of (in case any of them should drop by again), so really there wasn't anything much else you could do.

School you soon found out was much the same as always, with the exception of a few of your classmates considering you somewhat of a hero for having come out of the accident alive - not that you yourself really liked to dwell on this subject too much though. Thankfully hanging with Randall and Allison again managed to take your mind of it though, and pretty soon things were back to the way they'd been before, almost as if nothing had happened.

"Hey Allison, you hear about this party Rick Bergman is having on Saturday night?" you asked your girlfriend one lunchtime, about a month after the accident (figuring it was time to start moving on with your life again and have a little fun, as well as it being a good opportunity to take your relationship to the next level), "Apparently his parents are away for the whole weekend and he's inviting everyone."

Looking up from her burger, she replied, "Can't say I've have," showing a considerable lack of enthusiasm, "Why? You wanna go?"

"Yeah. I thought it might be fun."

"I dunno. Rick is a bit of an ass, and I'm not sure I'm up for listening to his bad music and being vomited on all night!"

"Well we don't really have to hang around with everyone else if we don't want to," you told her, trying to be as tactful as you could, "Cause apparently his house is like huge, and he's got all these spare bedrooms. Maybe we could, y'know, just hang out there..."

Allison's response to this wasn't exactly what you were after however, as her slightly disinterested expression suddenly gave way to one of displeasure and she glared angrily at you. "Oh right, now I see. So this is all just some lame excuse so you can try to get me alone so you can fuck me is it?"

"What?...No!" you awkwardly lied, realizing your plan had backfired and trying to dig your way back out, "I just thought..."

"I know what you thought, Tim. Jesus! And you really thought I was gonna want to do it at Rick fucking Bergman's house with 200 other people listening in? What kind of girl do you think I am?"

And with that she got up from the table and quickly stormed off.

"No, Allison, wait! I didn't mean it like that!" you called after her, a little too late, inwardly kicking yourself for having even brought it up. "Shit!"

A second or two later you heard a voice behind you say, "No luck, huh buddy?" and turned to see Randall - who's bright idea it had been in the first place - walking over to your table and grabbing a chair.

"How could you tell? At this rate we're never going to do anything!"

"That really sucks, dude," he said, stealing a handful of fries from Allison's deserted plate as he attempted to console you. "It's been what, like four months now? And Allison is smoking hot! Christ knows I'd be going out of my mind if I had a girlfriend like her and wasn't getting any."

This unfortunately didn't really make you feel any better, Randall not exactly being the most tactful of guys - pretty much just rubbing it in all the more - and so not particularly wanting to listen to anymore you quickly finished up your lunch and went of to find her.

Though you did eventually locate her in class some time later, Allison was pretty cold with you for the rest of the day, constantly reminding you that she was waiting till she was ready and didn't want to rush things with you (having gave you the same speech the last time you'd tried to speed things up). Though you of course apologized profusely and assured her that you were more than happy to wait, the truth was that you were growing more than a little frustrated, having yet to get past the making out and mild fondling stage and being pretty **** now to lose your virginity - the shit load of porn you looked up at home not quite being enough to sate your incredibly powerful teenage libido.

Returning home later, you were greeted by your 'mom' aka Stephanie, sitting in the kitchen idly flicking through a magazine, looking slightly bored. "Wow, you look like you had an even worse day than I did," she said, having become competent enough with all the various household tasks your mother used to do, but it obviously still not being quite as thrilling as how she used to spend her days.

"Yeah. It wasn't the best," you told her, heading to the fridge to grab yourself a soda.

"How? What happened?"

Sighing as you sat down at the table, not really wanting to go into it (being friendly enough with Stephanie but not that friendly), you explained, "Nothing exciting really. Just girlfriend troubles is all."

"Ah, I see," she replied, trying to remember for a second what she was called, "...Allison, is it?"

"Yeah, that's her."

"You wanna talk about it? I mean it might not be exciting to you, but fuck knows it's got to be a lot more fun than folding laundry all day!"

Hearing this made you chuckle a little, still finding the sound of your mother swearing to be slightly surreal (seeing as it was something she'd never did). "I take it that means you haven't got into any of mom's hobbies then?" you asked, changing the subject, knowing full well what the answer would be - seeing how very much different from your mom you were discovering Stephanie to be.

"What you mean baking muffins and sewing all day long? Uhm...no. I can't really say either of those things jumps out at me like hitting a club or a bar used to. And somehow I don't think Mrs. Davies or Mrs. Peterson are really gonna want to go out drinking and dancing after one of their riveting little 'charity meetings'."

Picturing this and almost spitting your soda all over yourself as you did, you laughed, "No, I guess not."

"Anyway, spill it Timbo! What's up with this Allison chick?"

"It's nothing, really," you assured her, getting the impression that she wasn't going to let up and finally caving (though still trying to remain somewhat vague), "I really like Allison. She's great! It's just that sometimes I feel like, well like things aren't really progressing as fast as I'd like."

"So you're not getting any, huh?"

This time instead of spitting, you pretty much choked - having never expected to hear such a question coming out of your own mother's mouth - causing Stephanie to laugh while you wiped the tears out of your eyes and tried to cover up your embarrassment. "I'll take that as a yes then," she said before turning a little more serious. "I really wish I could give you some 'motherly' advice or something, but I was never that big on the whole dating thing myself, and I can definitely say I've never had a problem getting sex either. All I can tell you is to hang in there. Some girls just take a little longer to warm up than others. But she'll catch up eventually, especially when she has a hottie like you for a boyfriend!"

Ignoring the little wink she threw in at the end there, finding this whole topic of conversation to be well out of your comfort zone (seeing how it was only really Randall you talked about this stuff with), you thanked her for her 'advice' and proceeded quickly up to your room, shaking off the bizarreness of hearing your mom call you a 'hottie', as well as make reference one again to her past sexual exploits. It did however cause you to briefly wonder (and not for the first time) just what kind of woman Stephanie had been before this whole transplant thing had happened, seeing as the couple of Google searches you'd done a while back for 'Stephanie Burke' had dug up zilch - there being nothing anywhere that you could find about either her or her infomercial work.