Coach Buzzer's Granddaughter Chapter 10

A/N Okay don't hate me or my beta reading she's amazing for the record I so sorry this took so long! But We are both back an AHH! I'm so excited, I missed writing this story! I promise to get the chapter beta by friday and hopfully have it up either Saturday or Sunday, I have crazy Ideas going through my head, I don't know if you guys should be scared or excited, so yeah! Read on!

Disclaimer: After all this Time I still don't own Grown Ups or even the books used in this chapter ... Darn


You know, I always found it kinda' funny that someone could fall asleep in one position, then wake up the next morning in a totally different – and totally awkward – one and not have the faintest friggin' idea of how or why they got there.

If you're wondering what this has to do with anything, well, that's the thought I had when I woke up at ten twenty-seven this morning, feeling sore and, with the way my back was aching, old.

"Crap, that kills," I groaned tiredly as I sat up in the girls' bed and arched my back, wincing as the vertebrae in my spine creaked and cracked in protest. "Ah, holy mother…"

Before I could continue my bitching, Charlie poked her head into the room. She shook her head when she saw me trying to work out the kinks in my back.

"'Bout flippin' time you got up," she snorted. "Some of us were wondering if you were still alive."

"Oh, shut up, Charlie," I grumbled as I shot her an irritated glare. "I was up late. You of all people should know that."

"No, you weren't - I know that for a fact. You're just a sloth in the morning, Stella."

I shot Charlie another glare. "Again Charlie, shut up."

"Whatever," she sighed. She then walked in and over to her suitcase, and started tossing her clothes left and right in search of something. "Me, Andre and the others are heading down to the lake - you wanna come with?"

I yawned. "Yeah, sure. Just gimme a few minutes to wake up and get my suit on." Sluggishly, I rolled out of bed, and padded over to my suitcase. "Be warned though, I'm probably not doing any swimming today."

"Why not?"

I shrugged as I pulled out my suit, boardshorts, and the t-shirt Jasmine gave me. "'Cause I don't wanna get wet today, that's all."

Charlie shook her head. "You're so weird sometimes... Whatever. I'm gonna go get my suit on." She then waltzed out of the kids' room, and into the bathroom on the other side of the hall.

Yeah, you do that, Charlie...

Sighing sleepily, I scooped up my stuff and trudged into the kids' bathroom to change, throw my hair into a ponytail, and brush my teeth. Once I'd taken care of that, I walked back out to grab something to read from my suitcase. To my slight annoyance, Charlie had decided to head outside without waiting for me, so that left me alone in the kids' room.

Well, for the time being, anyway. Just then, Greg walked into the room, twirling a still-dry towel in his hand and whistling what sounded like Bobby McFerrin's Don't Worry Be Happy. As soon as I turned around to face him though, he stopped whistling, and smirked at me. "And she lives!" he cried out with a grin on his face like he'd been the one trying to cajole me outta bed.

My brows furrowed, and looked at him in slight aggravation. "Hur-hur-hur, you're hilarious, Feder." I paused to dig through my suitcase for a pair of flip-flops and a tube of sunblock before speaking again. "Dude, where the hell's Charlie? Did you see her run by before you came in here?"

"Yeah, I saw her - she was bookin' it for the lake with Donna and my brother," he shrugged. His face scrunched up in a frown as he watched me dig deeper into my stuff for my books. "Uh, Stella? What're you doing?"

I was silent as I rifled through my suitcase. At last though, I found what I was looking for. Quickly, I yanked out the two books I'd brought with me, and held them up for Greg to see. "Looking for these," I replied as I waved my slightly battle-scarred copies of The Hunger Games and Lord of the Flies in the air. "I figure if I'm not gonna swim, then I might as well do something productive."

Greg stared at the books for a moment before looking at me with a weird expression on his face. "Okay, you're telling me you'd rather read a book than go swimming?"

I only nodded. As I did, he looked at me funny. "You're so weird sometimes, Stella," he said with a shake of his head.

Pfft, yeah, likewise Feder.

"Glad you think so. Moving on now," I retorted curtly before proceeding to shove him out of the room with an irritated huff.

Greg snorted. "Jeez Stella, feelin' touchy today, aren't we?"

"Ah, shut up, Greg."

"I'll take that as a yes, then."

I rolled my eyes, and kept walking. By now, we were in the kitchen, and of course, my stomach was growling.

Giving Greg one last shove, I said, "You go on ahead without me." I darted into the kitchen, grabbed a plate, and started loading it up with left-over bacon, scrambled eggs, some raspberry danish (big thanks to whoever brought that), and a non-dehydrated apple. "I'll be out in a sec - I seriously need to put some gas in the tank."

"Yeah, I noticed. Your stomach sounds like it's ready to kill you."

At the sound of his snarky comment, I put my plate of breakfast down on the nearest counter, picked up the apple, and spun on my heel to face Greg. I put one hand on my hip, and looked at him with an annoyed frown on my face. "Greg - you do realize that I've got a rock-hard green apple roughly the size of a baseball in my hand, right?"

"Yeah - so?"

"SO," I drawled as I started walking towards him slowly, "If I'm holding a potentially-lethal piece of fruit, and you're standing in front of me shooting smart-ass comments, then..."

Greg scoffed. "Oh what, you're gonna throw an apple at me?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of whip, but yep, you got it!"

"Whip an apple at me, Stella? You can't be serious."

I quirked an eyebrow. "Try me," I said simply, then tossed the apple in the air for added emphasis, and gave Greg something along the lines of a Chesire cat grin. "Now, you gonna button your lip and go ahead like I asked you to?"

The only answer I got was the sound of the front door slamming. I grinned.

Good boy, Greggie.

"At last, I can eat breakfast in peace," I murmured to myself before placing my loaded plate on top of my books, grabbing a fork, and making my way towards the lake shore. "'Bout bloody time..."

Outside, I managed to grab a seat beside Gloria, who was reclining in an Adirondacks chair and reading a book with a smile on her face. Curious, I tilted my head a little to see the title. Aloud, I read, "A Tree Grows in Brooklyn... Huh..."

As soon as I spoke, Gloria stopped reading, and looked up at me with a slightly puzzled frown on her face. "Morning there, Stella. Did you say something?"

"Yeah, I was reading the name of your book." I quickly pointed to the cover to further back up my statement.

Gloria smiled. "Ah, yes... A Tree Grows in Brooklyn - I've loved this book since I was a little girl. Have you ever read it?"

I shook my head. "Nope, can't say I have," I said as I sat down in my chair, plate of food resting in my lap, and scooped up a forkful of scrambled eggs. "What's it about?" I asked her as I popped the eggs into my mouth.

"Well," she started, "it's about a young girl growing up in Brooklyn, about ten or so odd years before World War I gets going."

"Okay... Is this girl some super-rich, super-fancy debutante-sorta' brat?"

"Oh no, not at all. Francie's-"

"Francie? Who's Francie?"

"Francie Nolan, the young girl. She actually grows up near-poor with her parents, her younger brother Neeley, and her baby sister Annie Laurie. Sometimes, it's kind of sad - her mother nearly kills herself working to bring in money for the family, and her father's a drunk. But still, the way this lady wrote the book..." Gloria sighed and smiled before finishing her sentence. "You almost become jealous of the way she lives, and the family she has."

I frowned, confused by what she meant. "How so?"

"Well, Francie and her family get along really well, and they always stick up for each other. They never lie to each other, they do what they can to help out, and so on."

I nodded slowly. "Awesome family." I paused to take another bite of eggs; as I chewed, a thought came to my head. "You know, I kinda' wish I had a family like that... Least then I might still have my dad sticking around with me and my mom..."

"Father left your mom when you were born?"

"Probably... The only I know about him is that he's made my mom kinda' afraid to trust guys, and he's left me without a real family."

"I think you're wrong there, honey."

"Oh?" I said as I raised my eyebrows. "What makes you say that?"

"You've got us," Gloria replied with a grin on her face. "You've got your mom, you've got Charlotte, Andre, Donna, Bean, Greg, Keith, Becky... Honey, need I say more?"

I shook my head and smiled. "Nah, guess not."

I said nothing else then; I only wolfed down the rest of my breakfast, picked up Lord of the Flies, and started reading.

The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon. Though he had taken off his school sweater and trailed it now from one hand, his grey shirt stuck to him and his hair was plastered to his forehead. All round him the long scar smashed into the jungle was a bath of heat. He was clambering heavily among the creepers and broken trunks when a bird, a vision of red and yellow, flashed upwards with a witch-like cry; and this cry was echoed by another...

Before I could continue reading, I noticed Greg staring at me out of the corner of my eye like a dog staring at a ribeye steak. I rolled my eyes.

"So tell me Greg," I deadpanned, "you can't get enough of me now?"

Despite the shade of cherry tomato red his face was turning, Greg managed to snap back, "HA, you're funny! For your information, I was staring at our suitcases!"

I rolled my eyes. "Yep, I'm sure you were." With a dismissive wave of my hand, I stood up, picked up my now-spotless plate, and started walking back to the house to toss it in the sink. "Whatever Greg..."

As I made my way up the front steps and through the front door to the kitchen, I couldn't help but think about how Greg reacted to me calling him out; he'd insisted that he'd been staring at some suitcases - oh, correction, the Feders' suitcases - and not at me, although I HIGHLY doubted that. I sighed and shook my head.

Suitcases, Greg? What kind of lame excuse is...

That's when it hit me.

Wait a minute... OH YEAH, Greg's leaving for Milan today...

Shit. I forgot about that.

Truth be told, I was gonna miss Lenny's family - Greg, especially. He'd been a lot of fun to hang out with - well, he had been fun to hang out with most of the time, anyway. To be honest, knowing that they were leaving today suddenly put a huge damper on my mood.

Ah, damn it. I sound like a priss.

A couple minutes after the realization hit me, Roxanne waltzed by me in this little designer number, and as if to confirm my thoughts, she had a Louis Vuitton suitcase in one hand, and a little dark gray Blackberry in the other. Seeing this, I frowned sadly.

Yep - they're definitely heading out.

As Roxanne was heading for the front door, she noticed me standing in the kitchen with the somewhat glum look on my face. She quickly stopped, turned to me, and smiled. "Stella honey," she started, "It was lovely to meet you and stay with you. I really do hope to see you again soon-"

Before Roxanne could finish, the sound of Greg, Donna, Keithie, Andy and Charlie caught her attention (not to mention mine, too); curious, we both scurried out to the porch to find out what the hell was going on, and what we saw made our jaws drop.

They were playing in the water, really playing in the water - Charlie, Donna and Keithie were skipping rocks, and Greg and Andy were having a splash fight with each other, and from the looks of it, they were having a great time, too.

Holy crap... They're actually goofing off outside. Holy frickin' CRAP...

Roxanne must've been thinking the same thing, because she laughed and shook her head in disbelief. "My god, I never thought I'd see the day when my children finally started playing outside," she mused in awe. "Look at them... They're having so much fun..."

Yeah, and it's about damn time they did.

Neither of us said anything as we watched the others have fun - well, it wasn't until we saw Keithie help Donna skip a rock that Roxanne spoke up, yelling "Bravo!" to Donna after she managed to make her rock skip twice.

Dumping her suitcase on the porch, Roxanne made her way down to the lake shore with a huge grin on her face. I, with my curiosity now piqued, followed behind her, interested to see what she was gonna say or do.

When I got to the shore, Donna was looking at Roxanne with a weird frown on her face. "Do... you know how to skip rocks, Mrs. Feder?" she asked her in a polite, yet surprised voice.

"Are you kidding? I am the best at this!" Roxanne scoffed back in reply as she planted her hands on her hips.

I quirked an eyebrow. Roxanne Feder skipping a rock, eh... Okay - THIS I've gotta see.

"All right Roxanne, let's see these mad rock-skipping skills of yours," I chirped to her as she took a rock Keithie had given her into her perfectly manicured hand, and readied herself. "Show me what you've got."

Roxanne happily obliged; with a confident smirk on her face, she got into a position that reminded me of a matador about to wave his flag in front of a bull - in short, a really weird stance for skipping rocks, if you ask me.

Oh-kay, you don't see THAT every day...

She dropped the rock into her right hand, holding it tightly as she brought her arm back. Then, she roughly whipped it forward, and sent the rock hurtling...

Straight into Greg's stomach.

As he doubled over with the rock clutched in his hand, I just started cracking up - REALLY hard. I couldn't help it; I just bent over and these super-huge belly laughs just started pouring out. As lame as it was, it was hard not to laugh at what had just happened to Greg.

On the other hand, Roxanne looked utterly horrified at what she had just done. "Baby, are you okay?" she asked in a high voice.

Despite the fact that he'd just taken a rock to the stomach, Greg managed to stand up, although he was clutching the spot where the rock had hit. "Yeah, I'm fine mom," he said, grimacing slightly. "I'm just glad to see you having some fun."

Even though she was looking at him like she didn't believe a word he'd just said, Roxanne nodded silently, then turned around, and started walking back to the house, the horrified look still plastered to her face. As I watched her move farther away from us, I started laughing again.

"Oh MAN Greg, that was just PERFECT. You should've seen yourself! Oh MAN..."

Greg stuck his tongue out at me. "Oh hardy-har-har, Stella." He started trudging through the water to the shore. "It wasn't that funny."

"Oh yes it was, especially 'cause you were on the receiving end of that thro - OH NO, you're SO not getting me wet!"

"Aw, why not?" He grinned at me. "A little water never hurt anyone."

I huffed. "Greg, I've got a hardcover book in my hands, and I'm not afraid to use it. That's why you're not getting me-"

Before I could even finish what I was saying, I was immediately cut off when Marcus stuck his head out the door and hollered to us about suiting up and going to a waterpark. Greg looked at me, and smirked.

"Well, looks to me like you are getting wet today, Stella," he said with a chuckle.

"Oh, screw you, Greg. Ju-just-just-URGH! I hate you!"

"Ha ha, the amazing Stella Connelly has been left speechless by Greg Feder!"

My only response to that was to give him the finger. Thankfully, that got him moving away from me quickly.

When I saw him dart back into the house, I closed my eyes, and held my forehead in my hands, groaning in exasperation.

Ugh, the one day I really don't feel like swimming, we all decide to go to a waterpark.

I shook my head. Goddamn it.


I'll be honest, I was in a REALLY crappy mood by the time we got to the waterpark - some big-time vacation trap by the name of Water Wizz that reminded me of those superparks up north in Wisconsin. The sun was rising higher in the sky, the temperature was starting to climb into the high eighties, and the place was loaded with people in gaudy swimsuits and a bazillion screaming kids. As if that wasn't bad enough, I had to put up with Greg acting all 'in your face' and like an all-around jackass. By the time we'd all found someplace to camp out, I was ready to deck Greg, he was pissing me off so much.

"You know Feder, you're either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid if you think you can survive razzing me," I said to him irritably as I flopped down in a shaded lounge chair and closed my eyes.

Greg chuckled. "Hey, we all know I can take the heat from you, Connelly." He leaned down towards me. "Oh, by the way," he breathed into my ear, "I'm not going anywhere 'til you get in the water."

To say that Greg managed to make me feel funny would be one hell of an understatement. I swear to god, the way that boy had just talked to me was doing things to my head, my heart and my stomach.

Oh, holy hell Feder, you're gonna be the death of me. Damn jitters...

I barely managed to squeak out, "You know, I'm good for right now."

Of course, matters weren't helped much with the sudden appearance of Charlie, Andre and Donna. "Aw, c'mon Stella!" Charlie whined. "Come swim with us!"

Donna nodded in agreement. "Yeah Stella, come swim with us! We're at a waterpark, for crying out loud!"

I shook my head. "Pass."

"Well, if you're not gonna go swimming, at least come with me and Andre to get some ice cream."

I groaned. "Do I have to, Greg?"

"Yes, buzzkill, you have to come with us."

"But-"

"Nope, no buts, end of discussion." Without hesitating, Greg and Andre grabbed my arms, and pulled me onto my feet. "C'mon, it'll only take a second."

I sighed heavily. "FINE, I'll go get some freckin' ice cream with you guys," I grumbled. "So you know, I'm not happy about being dragged around with you guys."

"Ah, quit being such a crabass," Greg said as we started walking to the concession stand. "Live a little, Stella - have some fun."

"Oh, shut up."

The three of us finally reached the concession stand, and Greg and Andre bought their ice cream. Before we turned around to head back, Greg offered to buy me a cone. I told him no thanks - the offer was appreciated, but I wasn't in the mood for ice cream at the moment.

Bored out of my skull, I started walking along the edge of a wading pool as we made our way back to everyone else. As we did, I sighed. "I'm sorry, I have no idea in hell why you guys made me come with you, I mean, it's not like someone's gonna waltz on by and kidnap you or anything-"

"Okay, Stella," Andre cut in, "two things - one, you talk too much; and two, HOLD YOUR BREATH!"

All of a sudden, he hip-checked me into the wading pool; it didn't do much, other than make me stumble backwards a few steps. As soon as I did though, I realized that I was standing right under one of those buckets that tipped over and dumped water every forty-five seconds or so and utterly drenched you. At the moment, it was on the verge of tipping - and I was standing directly under the blast area.

Ohhh CRAP.

I tried to get outta there before the water fell, but that didn't happen. Before I knew it, I had two tons of water crashing down on me, soaking me to the bone.

Thankfully, the drenching didn't last too long. As soon as the water stopped falling, I spat out the water in my mouth, and stared at Andre with a look of complete death in my eyes.

"Andre Mackenzie," I started flatly, "you have five seconds to run."

"Before what?"

I shrugged. "Before I come over there and kill you - slowly, and very painfully."

He didn't need to be told twice. The second the last word left my mouth, Andre took off for the safety of our shade as fast as his legs would carry him. As we watched him run like all holy hell, Greg looked at me with a weird frown on his face.

"Wait a sec - you're not gonna chase him?"

I shook my head. "As tempting as it sounds, I'm too lazy to chase the dork around right now. So, no, I'm not gonna bother."

"Okay, then."

The both of us strolled back to our seats; when we got there, we found Andre standing behind his sister with what looked like an underwater skateboard in his hands - no doubt something to help fend me off when I decided to let my wrath rain down on him.

Charlie frowned, her eyes taking in my soaked appearance. "What happened to you?"

"King Idiot there" - I pointed irritably to Andre - "thought it would be a brilliant idea to hip-check me into the wading pool and lemme get soaked by that gargantuan bucket thingy," I explained to her simply. "I told him he had five seconds to run before I came after him to kill him."

"Ah..." Turning around to face her brother, Charlie put her hands on her hips. "I'll say Andre, that was real intelligent," she quipped.

"Oh, what! Least now she can hit the slides with us and the parents!" he protested.

I groaned. "Jesus - whatever! You got me wet! Moving on now!" With a sharp sigh, I went over to my chair, and peeled off the jean shorts and red tank top I'd been wearing as cover-ups, thereby exposing the alternative blue bikini I'd packed for the trip. I sighed again.

"Good grief, I feel like I'm in my underpants right now."

"Relax, you look fine. You've got enough covering your chest and your butt, Stella," Charlie snorted. "Just relax - and if it makes you feel any better, remember to pack a one-piece next time."

"Yeah, duly noted."

"Great - now can you come on the slides with us? I'm kinda' starting to fry just standing here."

"Yeah," I exhaled, "we can hit the slides now. Let's go."


Moments later, I was standing with Charlie, Donna, Greg, Andre, and Keithie in a line that could've stretched all the way to Alaska, it was so long. Well, at least it was that long after an hour of standing around. Before then, we'd nabbed a spot in line when it was more or less short.

"This is lame," I whined. "I hate long lines - and it's hot, too!"

"Brilliant observation, Sherlock," Greg commented sarcastically. "Where the hell have you been for the last hour?"

"Bite me, Greg - it's hot out, and I feel like I'm roasting right now! URGH, why can't this line just MOVE!"

"Because there's fifty thousand kids up at the top screaming bloody murder," Marcus suddenly cut in. "You know, 'Mommy, I don't wanna go down! It's too scary!'"

I quirked an eyebrow. "And you would know this how?"

Marcus pointed to the top of the slides. "How do you not hear that? You could hear the rugrats clear to Albany."

Oh my god, I'm never gonna get outta this stupid line. Fack, fack, fack, fack, fack...

By now, Lenny, Eric, Kurt, Bean and Becky had cozied up behind us, and were now waiting with us to hit the slides. Thankfully, they were acting much more behaved than some of these other people in front of us.

Donna sighed heavily. "Daddy, this line's not even moving."

Eric only sighed, too tired to say anything in reply.

Yeah, I feel your pain, buddy.

Of course, Bean had to go and make things more irritating when he started badgering his dad for something to drink - yep, the mommy's milk.

"I want mommy's milk."

"I know you do, son, but-"

"Mommy's milk! Mommy's milk! Mommy's milk!"

At that moment then, Eric finally hit his breaking point. "Damn it," he swore, "no more mommy's milk! You drink regular milk!" Conveniently enough, a pudge with a carton of milk in his hand breezed by as soon as that had been said. Wasting no time, Eric reached out, and grabbed the milk from the kid, despite the protests he got in return. He then handed it off to Bean, and said, "Drink it straight out of the carton."

Bean looked at his dad warily. "I don't know if mommy'll want me to..." he said uneasily.

Oh, good grief.

"Just drink it!" Eric hissed. "Just like daddy! Here, lemme show you!" He then took the carton, took a sip of milk, then handed it back to Bean. He shrugged.

"Okay..." He hesitantly took a sip - and he smiled. "I'm just like daddy!" he chirped as applause sounded from us.

Lenny gave a little hurrah. "Yeah, no more booby milk!"

"Yeah, more for us!" Kurt chimed in.

I shot him a look as soon as I heard that. "Kurt, I'm shocked," I said jokingly. "You're startin' to sound like good ole' Marcus now."

"He learned only from the best."

Marcus, you've now officially left me speechless.

Greg sighed then. "Ugh, we're gonna be here forever," he groaned in exasperation.

All of a sudden, Marcus's face lit up, like he'd just had a stroke of genius. "Not anymore," he said. "Follow me."

We all decided to humor the man. We followed him as he maneuvered out of the line, and started leading us to a fenced-off area of the slides.

I already didn't like where this was going.

"Marcus," I started slowly. "Where are you taking-"

"Wait a sec, kiddo, lemme make this stupid hole a bit bigger..." He did, and then he turned to the rest of us with an excited grin on his face. "All right, back door shuffle - cut the line, and go."

I stared at Marcus for a second. "Uh, won't we get tossed outta here?"

"Only if we're caught."

Well, that was comforting to know - NOT. Oh, dear god help me or strike me down dead where I stand now.

Nonetheless, I did what everyone else was doing, and stepped through the hole to the set of stairs in front of me. As I did, I briefly heard Marcus suggest that Amber hold his hand - being it was kinda' dark inside and all.

I rolled my eyes. "Dork," I muttered to myself.

Just then, I felt a light tap on my shoulder. Looking towards the source of the tap, I came face-to-face with Greg. He grinned sheepishly.

"It is kinda' dark in here, Stella. It might actually be a good idea to hold my hand."

For a second, I just stared at Greg; I honestly couldn't believe he'd just used that line on me.

"Greg Feder," I started, "you are now officially the sappiest human being I know" - at that moment, I smirked, and laced my fingers with his - "but, I think I'll take you up on that offer."

So, I walked up the stairs with Greg, my hand in his, and my heart practically in my throat. As we were walking, I felt my cheeks start to heat up as the realization of what we were doing took its full effect. I mentally heaved a sigh. Thank god it's too dark to see anybody's face right now.

When we finally got to the top, I went and stood by Charlie. As soon as I did, she turned to me with an impish smile on her face. "I saw you holding Greg's hand," she whispered with a smile. "Looked like you were enjoying it."

I shook my head. "You're unbelievable."

"All right Charlotte, you're up first."

With a nervous sigh, Charlie squeezed her eyes shut, and did a slapdash sign of the cross. Then, she ducked through a small door, and wormed up behind someone on the slide.

"Okay, as soon as she goes down," Lenny began, "you're up, Stella."

I nodded silently, and got ready. As soon as Charlie disappeared from sight, it was my turn.

Here we go.


About an hour later, I found myself trolling around the park with Greg and Andre, looking around for another ride to go on. So far, we weren't having much luck; we'd gone on just about every ride in the park - the lazy river, Pirate's Plunge, the Tornado, the Matador, you name it. Who knows? Maybe we'd hit every ride here.

"You think we missed something?" Greg asked.

I shrugged. "Not that I know of..."

Just then, Andre pointed to a ride that had been built to look haphazard and dangerous. "I don't think we hit this one," he said.

I looked at it briefly; at the top, there was a zip line that went over one of the pools before ending at what looked like a shack. I'll be honest, the thing was pretty high over the water. It gave me the jitters just looking at it.

Greg hummed as he read the sign in front of us. "The Torture Track," he sounded out slowly.

"Pfft, HELL no."

"Aw, c'mon Stella," Greg whined, "it'll be fun! Please, I'd like the company!"

"Yeah, thanks, but no thanks. I really don't feel like dying today. And if you want company, just get your dad to go with you!"

Greg sighed. "FINE." He grinned all of a sudden, and raised his eyebrows in amusement. "Well, now that you mention dying, in the event I do die, ya think you could give me a goodbye kiss?"

Oh my god, did he just seriously say that? Oh, HELL... Breathe Stella, breathe...

I don't know why I did what I did two seconds later, but at the time, I really didn't give a damn. A moment after Greg had made the suggestion, I looked at him with an eat-shit smile on my face, leaned in, and kissed him on the cheek. As his face erupted in red, I asked Greg, "Will that work, Hollywood?"

I didn't wait for him to answer before I turned around and started walking back to our spot by the wading pools, a small smile welling up on my face. There was a good chance that what I just did was gonna come back and bite me in the ass, but right now, I didn't care - giving Greg that kiss on the cheek just felt right, and that was all that really mattered to me for now.

When I got back to the lounge chairs we'd occupied, Gloria and the moms were relaxing in a circle, all talking about... something. If I had to guess about what, then I might've said it was about guys. If that, then in that case, I had no interest in putting in my two bit's worth.

Sitting down for a bit and recharging, however, I did have some interest in. So, that's what I did - I grabbed the closest lounge chair with some decent shade, and sprawled out on it with a tired sigh.

"Ah, at last, sweet relaxation," I breathed blissfully, shutting my eyes with a relieved smile on my face.

Unfortunately for me, my time to relax was short-lived when I heard someone shouting my name. Grumbling, I opened my eyes, and looked for whoever was calling me. I glanced up, and a second later, I saw Greg grinning and waving at me from the top of the Torture Track platform. I grinned.

"ROCK THAT ZIPLINE, FEDER!" I yelled up to him before giving him a thumbs-up.

Then, I watched as he went down the ride, cheering and laughing, before he let go and cannonballed into the pool below him.

I smiled and shook my head. Oh man Greg, you have NO idea how awesome I think you are -

"I love the way the both of you look at each other," somebody said all of a sudden. Puzzled, I looked around, and found myself looking at Roxanne, who had this huge, knowing sorta' grin on her face.

"Wait - huh?"

She nodded. "The way Greg looks at you, the way you look at Greg... It's really cute, honey."

Uh-oh, I've got a bad feeling about where she's going with this...

I decided to play dumb. "Sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about."

As soon as I said that, the grin on Roxanne's face grew wider. "Ah... So you're in that stage," she said.

Well, that whole 'play stupid' thing COMPLETELY backfired on me. I could've kicked myself then for that. I should've KNOWN she'd go that way.

Stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid, stupid...

"What do you mean, I'm in that stage?"

"I mean that you're in the denial stage, Stella," Roxanne explained to me. "You like him, but you're trying to fool yourself into thinking you don't. Trust me honey, it happens to all of us." She smiled, and nodded her head to Lenny, who was horsing around with Becky in one of the kiddie pools. "When I first met Lenny, I already liked him; but, being the stubborn girl I was, I constantly tried to tell myself that I wouldn't go for him in a million years. But, he grew on me. Soon, we were dating, and before I knew it, we were getting married and starting a family." Roxanne smiled again, this time at me. "Believe me Stella, you'll get past that stage. If you really like someone, you'll always find a way past it."

What Roxanne had just said to me had stunned me into complete silence, and into some pretty deep thought. Maybe she was right. Maybe I was in that stage of denial. Maybe I was trying to convince myself that I didn't like Greg, that I hated his guts out.

But, he grew on me... If you really like someone, you'll always find a way past it.

Damn it, I was trying to fool myself.

And I was failing. MISERABLY.


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