A/N: Finally got inspired for another chapter. Raiden feels tired and wants to take a break so, naturally, it's time for Val, facebook, naughty pics and a misunderstanding ;)

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Raiden's POV

"Don't you ever knock?" I swirled around, wrapping myself in the pale orange cover of my bed.

"I've seen you in your underwear before." Vallery rolled her eyes and shut the door to my room, before making herself comfortable on the chair in front of my desk.

Not in this one, I protested in my head.

I loved these old boxers, but I had grown too big for them and they stuck tightly around me. So tightly that the waistband left a reddish, slightly itchy mark on my belly. If it wasn't for sentiment, I would've already thrown the pair out.

"What if I'd barged into your room uninvited, the way you just did?" I was still clinging to the bed cover, now securely wrapped around part of my naked torso and the top of my almost naked legs.

"I'd punch you," she said, the chair screeching as she swiveled in it to move the mouse and bring my computer screen to life.

"Am I supposed to punch you too?"

"You could try." She shrugged again, opening her facebook.

I sighed and let the back of my head hit my pillow.

"What are you doing here anyway?" I asked, staring at my ceiling.

"It's the first night Hunter is spending at our house since he temporarily moved in."

"So?"

"So, the boys are catching up on each other and I don't need to listen to my brother catching up on his boyfriend."

I shook my head in an attempt to get out of my head the image of my childhood friend and his significant other 'catching up'.

"With your dad in the house?" I asked incredulous, sure that Mr. Reed was not going to be happy with such activities taking place under his roof.

"He went out to stock up on groceries."

"He's doing grocery shopping in the evening?"

Vallery's shrug - the third one for tonight - seemed forced this time. With her back to me, I couldn't see her face when she spoke:

"I think he's just using that as an excuse to take his mind off us visiting mom today. He did spend a lot of time inside the clinic on his own so I'm guessing he saw her Counselor and didn't enjoy what she'd told him."

I sat up in my bed, the cover sliding down and pooling around my waist.

"How are you, by the way? I mean, after meeting your mother?"

We didn't get to talk on the ride back and each of us had gone into our respective homes once Mr. Reed had parked the car in his driveway so we hadn't had a chance to speak about our visit to Mrs. Reed. Not that it hadn't gone exactly as expected: her saying she is happy to see me, then gushing about Nat's achievements while he blushed, Lydia only temporarily pausing her praises to criticize Val about the way she dressed, sat, rolled her eyes and even one time about how unwomanly she looked when she scratched her back.

"Eh." She clicked on a photo album full of selfies, her thin, silvery bracelet sliding over her black leather one. "Exactly as expected," she voiced what was on my mind.

"Whose photos are you looking at?" I moved to the edge of my bed, grounding my feet to the floor.

"Just some bitch from school that pissed me off, but I promised Nat to try not to hit her."

"And you are looking at her pictures, why?" Now that I took a closer look, I remembered I'd seen the pretty, black-haired girl around our school. If I wasn't mistaken, she was a year younger than us.

"Well, since I promised Nat to try not to hit her, I'm looking for something compromising or embarrassing to use against her the next time she decides to piss me off."

"You probably won't find anything embarrassing on her account. Keep your eyes on the screen," I added, getting up with the bed cover wrapped around me.

"Seen you in your underwear before," she reminded me.

"Just keep them on the screen," I demanded, the tips of my ears heating up, and I let go of the cover to grab and put on my jeans.

"Okay." I zipped them up and went to stand beside Val. "If you want something embarrassing on Miss Pretty Face, you better look at her worst enemy or her best friend's accounts. A lot of the times, it's the same person."

Vallery raised an eyebrow then lifted her butt off the chair and onto the desk, pointing her hand at her previous seat, prompting me to take it.

How generous of her to offer me to sit down in my own room!

I pulled the chair a bit further away from the desk and placed my ass on it before scanning through the girl's posts. Sure enough, there was one particular chick - one with long blond hair, fake eyelashes and I was pretty sure fake boobs - who was facebook fighting with Val's new... Future blackmail victim?

Whatever the black-haired girl was to Val.

I clicked on Blondie's profile and went through her photo albums. The one that caught my eye was F@k3 B!tches - not because of the irony that a Barbie lookalike would call someone else fake, but because it had several not-so-flattering pictures of Miss Pretty Face.

"Here." I turned the screen so Val could see from where she was sitting and she immediately grinned.

Her smile grew as she browsed through the photos, particularly joyful at the few where the black-haired girl was obviously trashed, throwing up in the bushes with her makeup smeared and her hair a mess.

"Most people in school have probably seen these anyway," I commented, but that barely lessened Vallery's enthusiasm.

"It's still something I could use. Send me the links to them."

"There's a Save Post option on facebook, Val."

"But this is your account."

"What?" I leaned towards the screen and looked at the top... And, of course, it was my account. "Did you go through my likes or something?"

"Why?" She tilted her head to the side, eyes narrowing. "Did you like something embarrassing?" Her eyes then rounded. "Oh! Did you like something naughty?"

She pushed my right hand away, trying to gain control of the mouse.

"No... Val..." I struggled with my attempt to prevent her from going into my activity log and seeing all the things I'd liked and commented on. Some of the posts were, indeed, a bit naughty.

She grunted as we fought over the mouse until I let go of it and swiftly turned the computer off from the power button.

"Really, Raiden? Now I know there's something naughty on your facebook and I want to see it."

"You won't get to see it."

"Aha!" She shouted, pointing at me. "So you admit that there are naughty stuff. Did you like an adult clip or something?"

"Those are forbidden to post on facebook."

"Then where do you watch them?"
"I don't watch adult clips." I sounded almost convincing... Maybe.

"Mhm." Vallery smirked and my ears burned again, this time along with my cheeks.

"Just go home already." I outstretched my arm towards the door.

"Doubt Hunt and Nat are done doing whatever they were doing."

"I don't care." I grabbed her upper arm and dragged her towards the other end of the room. "I didn't invite you, I didn't allow you to use my facebook and I want you out."

I opened the door and shoved her through it. She swirled on her heals, blinking innocently at me.

"But you haven't showed me your naughty magazines collection yet."

I slammed the door in her face, turned the key in the lock, marched to my bed and threw myself on it.

"Come on, Ray-Ray... Be a good playmate and share your naughty magazines with me," she teased.

I turned on my stomach and covered my head with the pillow.

"Ray-Ray." Her voice was slightly muffled and so was the sound of her abusing the handle as if rough handling it would magically unlock the door and let her inside.

"Ray-Ray?" She knocked. "Raiden?"

By the sound of it, she'd gone for the door handle again.

"Fine!" I heard her shout. "When I go to therapy for hearing things I did not want to hear my brother do, you'll get the bill for the sessions."

It got quiet. So quiet that after a few minutes I got off my bed, unlocked the door and slowly peeked inside the hallway, half-expecting Val to be there, grinning and saying 'Ha, made you look'.

No such thing happened, so I sighed in relief, unzipped my pants and threw them on the floor on my way back to my bed. It was too early to go to sleep, but I was feeling lethargic tonight so I just lay there, staring at the ceiling, at some point hearing the voices of my parents as they got into their room, then silence until...

"I don't wanna know what you'll use this for, but take care of it."

Did no one ever knock before they came into my room?

"I saw Vallery on her way out and she said you threw her out of your room and that you wanted to browse through your naughty magazines and..." My brother suddenly paused, his face contorting in disgust. "Oh, shit! Should've knocked. What if I walked in on you jacking off?"

"Oh, you think?" I jumped off the bed, not knowing which feeling was stronger: irritation that no one respected my privacy or being disturbed that Val had mislead Liam into thinking I was pleasuring myself and his first thought had been to interrupt me. "You really think you should've..."

I clamped my mouth when my gaze fell on what he was holding.

"Liam, what's that in your hand?"

"A PlayBoy magazine," he said in a duh tone.

"Why did you bring it here?"

"To give it to you. It's one of my favorites, but I thought you deserved a treat for pissing Vallery off and kicking her outta the house, so..." He took a deep breath, his hand shaking as he handed me his prized possession. "I'm passing this down to you, little brother."

I pulled the magazine out of his hand and slapped him on the elbow. He screamed more in surprise than in pain and recoiled, lifting his arms up just in time to cover his head before I delivered a blow to it with the adult magazine.

"I don't want your dirty magazines!" I shouted. "I don't want to jack off. I want peace," I slapped him with the paper object across the face, "quiet," I slapped his back as he was retreating, "and fucking relaxation," I bellowed after him when he ran out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Is that so much to ask for?" I threw the magazine on the bed - it opened on a page with a generously boobied brunette when it fell - and slumped on my back next to it.

I sighed slowly and covered my face with my hands.

"It's not that much," I muttered. "Just some peace and quiet."

I let my hand slip off my face and to my sides.

"Peace and fucking quiet," I repeated, turning slightly to the side and scratching myself just below the waist, where the band of my boxers had dug into my skin.

"Hey, Raiden, have you seen my silver bracelet? Looks like I dropped it somewhere..."

I shot up in bed at Vallery's voice and swirled to look at her. She was standing frozen in my door frame, her eyes round, cheeks flushed as her eyes kept darting between two objects - the opened adult magazine that lay on my bed and my hand, still suspiciously placed under my waistband. I pulled it out so fast, I scratched my stomach with my nails.

"Vallery..." I tried to explain.

"You know what? I'll just..."

"Vallery, it's not what it looks like." I got up and tripped in my hast to get to her, falling on my face.

"I'll just leave you... To it..." She turned around and dashed down the hallway.

"No, Val, I wasn't..." I ran after her, but stopped in front of my parents' bedroom and bit my lips to prevent from screaming that I hadn't been touching myself. Definitely not something mom and dad would want to hear.

I briefly considered chasing after her, but quickly discarded the idea. There was no way that chasing after a girl, in the dark, wearing only my underwear would end well for me. With a defeated groan, I settled for the only thing that was left to do: I hung my head down, headed back to my room and began to mentally prepare to face Vallery tomorrow .

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A/N: So much for Raiden's peace and quiet, huh?

Do you think he'll be able to explain to Val what really happened?

Would she tease him about it?

What do you think for Liam's way to express his gratitude at Raiden for kicking Val out?

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