"What's wrong?" she says, her voice dripping with innocence. She has no idea I spent all night examining my broken dick. And not in the good way, either.

"I don't think we should do it again." I say, the same time she says, "I want to touch it again."

"What?" we both huff.

I sit up, bend my knees and rest my elbows on them. "Lucy..." I shake my head, not believing what I'm about to say. "I think maybe we need to cool it with that. Look at how we reacted. I just think maybe we're not mature enough to deal with that kind of stuff. The sex stuff."

"But penis," she whispers.

I eye her curiously, but continue anyway. "I know that I may have gotten a little... full on yesterday, and I apologize. But I think we should keep these hormones in check, just for a little bit."

"So no penis?"

"No penis." I laugh. "And I think you should stop calling it a penis."

She throws her head back in laughter and lies down next to me. Taking my hand, she says quietly, "But I can't stop thinking about penis."

A slow chuckle builds in the back of my throat. "You better shut that shit down. Get rid of it now."

She sucks in a loud, long breath. "PEEEEEEEENNNNIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS!" she shouts. "Wow, I feel so much better now."

CHAPTER ELEVEN

-CAMERON-

"What the hell are we doing here? And what's that smell?" She sniffs the air with a look of disgust on her face.

"I want to show you something." I lead her through the junkyard until I find what we came for. "So, what do you think?"

We stand in front of an old bus, and I mean old. Late-sixties-VW-hippie-bus, kind of old.

She looks at me like I'm crazy. "What do I think about what?"

I shake my head and stand in front of the bus, tapping it a few times. "I think I'm going to name her Filmore, like in that movie Cars."

"Yeah." She rolls her eyes. "Six little brothers, remember? I know the movie."

"So?" I ask again.

Her eyes narrow. "Why a bus like this though? I mean, why not just get a normal car?"

"I don't know." I shrug. "I figure I'm a few months older than you, so I've got a few months of driving you and your brothers around."

Her eyes widen. "What?" she almost yells. Then tears instantly well in her eyes.

I step closer and make her look up at me, just to be sure that I wasn't imagining it. "Why are you crying? What happened?"

"You can't buy a bus to drive me and my brothers around, Cam. That's just stupid."

"What?" I cross my arms over my chest. "Who says I can't?"

"Me!" She points to herself. "You're fifteen years-old, Cameron. You don't need to do this. You don't need to take care of me, or my brothers. They're not your responsibility!"

"Lucy, I've already bought it, and you need to calm down. It's not like-"

"No, I will not calm down." Great, now she's pissed. "You can't choose a car based on me or my life."

"Why?" I yell. And now I'm pissed.

She takes a deep breath, her fists balled at her sides. "Fine, Cameron," she snaps through clenched teeth. "I'm breaking up with you!"

My heart drops. What? "What?" I say out loud.

She turns in her spot and starts walking away. I chase after her, pulling on her arm to stop her.

She turns to me, her eyes narrowed.

"You can't break up with me, Luce. Come on." My voice breaks. I'm on the edge of crying. I'm a pussy. I admit it. But she's threatening to walk and I can't let it happen. She's my world.

She must realize what she's done because her glare turns to sympathy and her mouth turns to a frown. "I'm sorry," she says, wrapping her arms around my waist and looking up at me. "I didn't mean that."

I hold her head close to my chest, waiting for the beating of my heart to settle.

"Okay," she agrees, "I'll let you buy it on one condition."

I pull back and laugh a little. Fine, I'll entertain her. Raising my eyebrows, I say, "What? What's your condition?"

Getting out of my hold, she walks back to the bus. She sticks her head inside and looks around before turning to me. "The day you get your license..." She takes two steps to cover the distance between us. "You pick me up and take me somewhere secluded, and we make out in the back. For hours."

My eyes go huge and I slowly nod. "That can be arranged."

She smiles. "And I'm talking full on making out, Cameron. I mean, I want you shirtless and horizontal." I try not to look down at my shorts; positive I'm sporting a semi. She continues, "And I want to be shirtless and you better be touching boob."

I choke on air.

She giggles, and then crosses her arms over her breasts. "Deal?"

I think I agree, but I can't be sure, because now all I can think about is boob. I place my hands on her waist and gently push her until she's against the bus.

And then I kiss her.

Her hands go to my hair, tugging a little, and bringing me closer to her.

And we kiss.

When she finally loosens her hold, I pull back.

She kisses me once, and then sighs. "You really bought this bus, huh?"

I nod.

"So that you can help me out with my brothers?"