The past two weeks were two slow! Rod, Shelby, Angie and Will have started basic training (It's Wills 3rd attempt) and I've been stuck in my room bored out of my mind. I swear I've watched Rods copy of the Sound of Music about twenty times and I've been able to mouth along with every line of dialogue. But don't kid me it's a great film but me and Rod used to watch it together and now he isn't here and It's my birthday in two weeks and I'm gonna be all alone. So that's why I'm sitting on my bed, wallowing in depression reading my thesaurus for what seems like the sixty seventh...?...time.

SLAMCK!

My head shot towards the door and right there is Rod covered in a browny black substance. I dropped my book and the only thing to break the awkward silence of me and Rod starring at each other was the soft thud of the thesaurus making a dent in the floor.

"Rod" I gasped. "What are you doing back?"

Rod blushed. "Well I didn't want you to be alone on your birthday."

My heart did a flip and I jumped up, ran over to Rod and gave him a massive embrace (A.N: Hugging embrace by the way. He's not even ten yet) despite all the gunk he had on him. "That's... so sweet." I said, holding him closely to me.

Rod affectionately patted me on the head. "I better get cleaned up. I'm getting you all mucky."

My head perked up and I let go of him. "I'll help." I offered a little too enthusiastically.

Rod raised his eyebrows in a questioning motion. "Alright," He said. "If you really want to." We walked along the hall and headed to the communal bathrooms. At 4:30 in the afternoon on a Friday there was no one in there so I turned the bath taps on and poured a whole load of 'Bubble Bath for Kids!' in there.

Rod threw off his boots, socks, trousers and top and dropped them on the floor so he was just standing there in his undies. "Aren't you gonna let me use the bath now?" Rod asked indicating that he didn't want to be seen in the nude.

I tutted. "You're such a prude sometimes." I smirked. "Anyway, I've seen you in the nuddy loads of times."

"Fine..." Rod sighed. He turned around as I fetched a bucket from the cupboard. When I returned Rod was just slipping into the bath. "Holy Baloney!" I giggled getting a quick glance. 'It's not my birthday now Rod' I thought. I filled the bucket with steaming water and slowly poured it over Rods head washing everything out of his hair. I pondered in my mind for a second on my way over to Rod 'Was it just my imagination or has it really grown since? It's hard to tell cause it's so muddy. Looks like he'd tea-bagged a mole hill.' I giggled slightly.

"What you smirking at?" Rod asked.

I shrugged with a pathetic smirk on my face. "Oh nothing. It's probably just because I've been alone for so long it's comforting to have someone to talk to."

"I was only gone for little over two weeks. Didn't you have anyone to talk to?"

"No not really. I mainly read and caught up on my homework. It's been great fun." I replied sarcastically while I rubbed shampoo in Rods muddy hair. I picked up the bucket so I could rinse the suds out but It wouldn't fit in the bath with Rod taking up all the space. "Budge over a sec would you?"

Rod raised a eyebrow. "Are you planning to get in with me." He asked suggestively.

"Oh you wish."I bent over him. "Just open your legs." It suddenly struck me what I had just said. "Well..." There was a deadly awkward silence. "There's a sentence I wasn't expecting to say to you."

Rod ran his hand through his brown (because of the water and mud) hair. "Are you sure you never had thoughts about this?" He asked seductively.

"You've changed a lot over these two weeks." I gave him a delicate stroke from the base of his neck down to just above the navel. "Just wait until you're older.

After all this debating Rod finally opened his legs and I collected the warm water in my bucket and poured it over his head. The white soap suds washed away and Rods hair looked different to how I had usually known it. "Rod, what's up with your hair?" I asked. "The shade's different than usual."

"Don't you remember? My hair is dyed blonder because I don't like the natural shade."

"Which is?"

"Red."

"Oh yeah." I stepped back carefully and examined around his head. "I won't lie to you Rod... I don't actually like gingers."

"But you've gone about ten months knowing I'm a natural red head. And It didn't bothered you then."

"Hmm." I said. "I see your point and I accept that that is your view but I'm just gonna go into one of those cubicles and throw up about something completely different."

Rod Sighed. "Suit yourself...Homo." He said jokingly.

"Calm your self down." I mocked. " Fag."

Rod smiled. "You see it's fun to make fun of each other."

"Yeah that's what I was just doing."

"So me being a red head doesn't bother you in the slightest?"

"No I still think you're an evil being sent here by the Devil but you know? You're also the only person around here I can talk to." I pulled a stool from under a work surface next to the bath and continued washing Rods hair.

"You're really good at that." Rod complimented. "You should be a hair dresser when you're older."

I scoffed arrogantly. "You're joking right? It's the only job where you need to have a qualification in both scissor use and hair sweeping(A.N: Apologise to any budding hair dressers)."

Rod rolled his eyes. "I almost forgot what a pretentious tart you are."

Later that evening I had just arrived back from my third shower of the day and I returned to the room in my robe to find Rod completely starkers leaning glancing into the wardrobe. I was taken by such a surprise that I slammed the door shut behind me instantly. Rod jumped at the sound of the door and swivelled round to reveal his...you know. He quickly yanked out my dressing gown from the wardrobe(I'm wearing a bathrobe and I have a different dressing gown), slipped it on and nonchalantly scratched his head.

I began cracking up when I realised that because he was wearing my dressing gown that I got when I was about seven it was really short on Rod. And I mean really. "Uh Rod," I spluttered "your sword and your stones are kinda showing." Rod huffed indignantly and turned around to get his PJs out. Since it appeared to be even shorter at the back I laughed again and subtlety tilted my head for a better look.

"Hey!" Rod said, head still facing the back of the wardrobe. "Stop checking out my hot ass. It's mine to check out and mine alone."

I giggled and wondered over to my bed where I had neatly pre-laid out my pyjamas. "Fine but make sure you wash it my gown tomorrow. I don't want the thought of your thing touching it on my conscience. "

Yeah you all know the formality. I'm incredibly sorry for taking this ridiculous amount of time to update but I've had a colossal amount of exams to do. But you know... Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please feel free to review. I'm fed up of the only emails I get coming from Facebook or my History teacher who decided it would be fun to collect everyone in my class's emails so that she can conveniently send us homework every few hours. GAH!