People say vacations are a time to relax…those people have never had to deal with Jeff Sanford. Ryan's current status in his Jeff related ordeal, losing cake war. It'd all started with an innocent enough argument about who was eating what piece of cake, both parties wanted the same piece, and both are incredibly stubborn for no apparent reason.

"You know what you can have it!" Jeff said grinning as he picked up the offending piece of cake and with out warning he brought it up, there was a flash of light as Becca snapped a picture, and then he brought it crashing down onto Ryan's head.

Ryan let out a mangled cry of shock as the spongy object crashed into his head it slid down the side of his face before falling to the floor leaving globs of icing in his hair and a streak of it down his face, Then let out an angry screech and grabbed his own piece of ammunition and brought it back to throw.

"You know it's tradition to actually eat the cake right?" Becca said before nearly collapsing into a fit of laughter camera at the ready as she snapped another picture.

Ryan let the cake fly, its destination? Jeff's head, Jeff ducked, where it ended up? Shane's head, oh shit.

"Uh, it was an accident," Ryan tried to reason with his enraged friend hands upraised in the air as he beat a quick retreat and fled in the other direction but he was soon cornered and captured.

Ryan sat grumbling under a heap of blankets on Becca's couch shivering after his impromptu and most certainly unwanted swim in the pool. Why'd Shane have to be so damn grumpy? A flash of light assaulted his eyes and he knew that Becca was being WAY too enthusiastic about the picture taking for his liking. Especially since he knew she'd be certain to make sure every single one of them was emailed to Alex. He loved Alex to death but he'd be happier if she wasn't informed of every stupid childish misadventure he and his friends got into.

His short chestnut hair clung to his forehead as he shook himself like a dog trying to dislodge it, "J-Just give me a piece of the d-d-damn cake." He said his teeth chattering from the cold. It was 39 degrees out side for crying out loud!

"Which piece?" Jeff inquired grinning at the havoc he'd wrecked.

"ANY D-D-DAMN PIECE!!" Ryan almost shouted at him in aggravation his teeth still chattering "and don't t-t-think this is o-over!"

"Boys and their stupid pride." Becca cried exasperatedly rolling her eyes

"Girls and their stupid voice of reason, ruining our fun!" Jeff retorted

"What fun? Getting thrown into a pool is not fun!" Ryan protested.

"It is for the people watching," Jeff answered as he headed over to the cake to get himself another piece and get Ryan one.

"That's my boys," Becca said plopping down by Ryan on the couch "or as I like to affectionately refer to them as idiot 1 and idiot 2"

"I resent that comment" Ryan replied giving her a mock glare.

"You resemble it more, trust me." Becca answered patting him on the shoulder laughing.

Becca watched Ryan carefully out of the corner of her eye as Jeff handed him his requested, demanded rather, piece of cake. She had to admit it was good to see him acting like a total idiot again instead of well a total asshole. It seemed like one moment he was bouncing of the walls more than ever totally pumped about his new job unwelcoming coworkers or not, he'd expressed the opinion to her that they'd get over it eventually you know sooner or later. The next it was all the bad side of Wolfe. You know the explosive temper, the tendency to be pigheaded and stubborn beyond belief among other things.

She mused over the fact that she thinks that his coworkers, and his constant feeling of not being good enough wore him down more than he'd ever admit, another thing to add to her extensive list of things about her childhood friend that annoyed the hell out of her is his borderline insane desire to NEVER, never except any help of any kind unless absolutely forced to.

She was just glad that the sides she liked were showing through again the funny laidback side, the teasing not-a-care-in-the-world-Wolfe. And it'd only taken him completely screwing up his career to manage it! Sheesh, he could be such a stubborn Jackass, but then he was back to the charming and sweet… right before she'd finally lost her temper and slapped him (or cussed him out because of the inconvenient and annoying fact that they were talking over a phone).

"He was like an annoying little brother" she thought he could be aggravating as hell, yet a blast to be around the next moment.

Schizophrenic Wolfe!!

"Oh well" she thought suddenly grinning as she though about the picture she'd gotten of Ryan flying through the air right before his unfortunate dip into her pool. She couldn't wait to send this to Alex she was almost certain from all the stories he'd told her, despite not having met the woman in person, that she'd get a kick out of it, and give Ryan a hard time.

What do you think? The idea to do a part from Becca's point of view just randomly popped into my head after being stuck on this fic for a while I was listening to the radio at like 2am.