AUTHOR: freelance spice

RATING: T

SUMMARY: Kristy gets stuck in detention with Cokie Mason.

PAIRING: Kristy/Cokie

NOTES: This is all based on a dream I had. Yes, I dream BSC slash. And yes, I dream with a narrative flow. Often, I even dream in three acts. I've studied way too much damn writing. :) My mind stole Kristy's inheritance of the Junk Bucket from fox1013's fic New and Improved. And, just for the record, Marla Sokoloff is forever and shall always be my mind's Cokie Mason.

Chapter One

You'd think, by now, I'd have learned to keep my big mouth shut. You'd also think that someone with the kind of brain that cranks out such great ideas, I might be able to stay out of trouble. You'd think.

Apparently, I wasn't thinking very clearly when I found Cokie Mason's bra in the girl's locker room and strung it up on the Stoneybrook High School flagpole. If I had been, I might have considered that she'd retaliate, though I may not have figured out just how, exactly.

I'm not even sure how she managed to fill the Junk Bucket, my car that was passed down to me from my brothers, with inflated condoms. And, at the time, I wasn't sure what to do with all of them because I had to pick up my little brother, David Michael, and get him home in time for baseball practice. I get a long really well with kids, but even I had a hard time explaining to him and my other younger siblings why they kept finding slippery balloons under the seats. The hardest questions came from Karen, my nine-year old stepsister, who always seems to know way too much for her age. She knows the science of the birds and the bees and she knows that I, Kristy Thomas, do not participate in the standard definition of the way those things work.

Oh yeah. I like girls. Not boys.

Normally, I'm very open to any questions kids have about anything, but Karen does have a knack for asking the wrong thing at the wrong time. While I know that she's capable of understanding answers I might have, I also know that seven-year old Andrew and six year-old Emily Michelle won't.

Anyway, long story short, I told Karen we could talk about things later that weekend. I had enough on my mind, trying to figure out how to explain the weeklong detention I'd received for the bra incident. And as if that wasn't bad enough, I had to spend every one of those detention hours with Cokie Mason, because she got the same punishment for what she did to the poor innocent Junk Bucket. Actually, I'm surprised she wasn't able to weasel her way out of it. Cokie's always been the most popular girl in our class, even in middle school. She's perfect and pretty and gets everything she wants. Gag me.

So, even though I have to spend five whole hours in her presence, at least she's getting what she deserves for once in her life.

Mom wasn't really mad when I told her. She just sighed and told me I need to learn how to exercise discretion. Watson agreed with her, but I could tell he was trying not to laugh. He might be my stepfather, but lately, I feel like he understands me a little more than mom does. Like last summer, when I came out to them, he just gave me a hug and said, "It's about time you figured it out." At the time, I thought it was kind of a silly thing to say. I mean, I had figured it out way before then. When I was thirteen, I kissed Dawn Schafer during a slumber party without the help of Truth or Dare or Spin the Bottle or anything. Now I realize that he was just being supportive, letting me know that he already knew and it was okay. But, even as much as he does understand, he and Mom couldn't figure out why I was making such a big deal about spending sixty whole minutes a day with Cokie Mason.

"She's just a girl. You see her at school all the time, as it is. Another hour isn't going to kill you," Watson said.

So much for understanding.

I threw up my hands. "But it's Cokie Mason!"

"Let the punishment fit the crime," said Mom.

I couldn't tell, but it looked like she was smirking.

"Let the punishment FIT the crime!" came Karen's voice from the living room. She sounded just like that scene in The Parent Trap where the twins get punished at summer camp.

She's been obsessed ever since Dawn sent her that movie for her birthday. The original, not the remake. Dawn's firmly against the remade version. Lindsay Lohan turned out okay, though. I wouldn't mind being firmly against her. What? I'm sixteen! Give me a break!