Amish Paradise is baccckkk
Story Title: Amish Paradise
Chapter: One, revised...*cough* (again! lol)
Written by: Amber (sombersilence/sleeplesselixer)
Pairing: Benji/Joel...twincest, baby!
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Summary: AU Prep Benji goes shopping in Lancaster with his friends Sandy, Missy, and Pierre (from Simple Plan) and meets one hell of an Amish boy, Joel Combs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Benji, Joel, Pierre, David, and any other band members that may appear in this story. Sandy and Missy, however, and the other Amish relatives, are of my creation, along with the twisted plot! Yeah!
Author's Notes: This is a story I started about two years ago and never continued...but I really like the idea and now I have some new ideas to add into it, so I'm giving it another chance. It's posted twice already on my journal and probably other places. The first second one was merely to fix errors. This has some minor changes that will have major changes in the plot as a whole. I hope people are still reading this stuff! lol Enjoy! (and don't flame please! eek!)
"Oh! Try this one on, Benj!" Sandy Copperstone squealed. She was a tall girl, seventeen years old, with orange-red straight hair. It was long, to mid back, and very sleek. Benji Madden looked over, locking brown eyes with green, and then noticing that Sandy held up a red and white stripped collar polo shirt, much like the yellow one he was wearing.
"Sandy, I have a million of those! I want something new." Benji whined. She pouted, and he caved, trying it on in the fitting room of the Polo Ralph Lauren store. It was tight, very tight in the arms, but he liked that. If you have arm muscle, you might as well show it off.
"It's wonderful!" Sandy squealed again when Benji did a fashion show for his friends.
"Really shows off your muscles, Benj." Missy Matthews chimed in. She was a bit shorter than Sandy, and with brown hair that was a bit more wavy than Sandy's, and shorter. Her eyes were blue, a deep, dazzling blue. Those kinds you want to look in forever. Her boyfriend was very lucky. "You should get it. Fits better then the one you were wearing today."
"I want coffee." Mumbled Pierre Bouvier from next to Sandy. "Can we get coffee, Benji?"
"You look dead, Pie, why don't you boys drive and get all of us coffee, and we'll pay for the clothes." Missy said, feeling Pierre's forehead. "There's a Super Wawa right up the street."
Pierre nodded, and Benji went back into the dressing room to change real fast before he and Pierre headed out to Benji's jet black convertible jaguar.
It was June 29th, and the four friends had headed up to Lancaster, Pennsylvania for the weekend. There were a lot of great outlets there where they could get all of their favorite name brand clothes for half off. Polo, Ralph Lauren, Coach, Nike, Journeys, Fossil, Gap, Banana Republic, J. Crew, The Cosmetic Company Store, etc... Okay, so the guys weren't too excited about some of those stores, but it's okay, they were out to have a fun time. And they were staying in a hotel for two nights, which meant no parents for two nights, and a whole lot of fun!
Benji drove off to the Super Wawa down the street, waiting patiently at the traffic signs. He was in no rush today. They pulled into the parking lot of the convenient store. Something caught Benji's eye just as he was getting out of his car.
"Benji, you coming?" Pierre asked impatiently, trailing his eyes up to see what the hell Benji was looking at. His eyes came to rest on a beat up buggy, with a contrasting white stallion.
"Yeah...in a minute. I'll meet you in the store."
"Benj, come on man. It's just some Amish folks, you've seen them a hundred times."
"Just go in!"
Pierre rolled his eyes and entered the store.
Benji walked over to the hitching post, where three Amish people were struggling with their carriage. Contrary to popular belief, Benji wasn't completely useless in all things aside from football. He did, in fact, know a thing or two about repairs. His father owned a car dealership, where he had worked part time for a year, and had learned a lot about cars and tools.
"Need some help?" Benji offered from behind them after clearing his throat.
"That'd be wonderful!" A teenage girl said, never looking Benji right in the eye, which kind of shocked him. He always thought of the Amish as shy and evasive. He looked at her slim figured, brown hair pulled back into a bun under her bonnet.
There was another teen, a boy, who turned around to face Benji. "Do you know anything about carriages?" He asked.
"Well... not really... but I could try. I know about fixing other things, so it doesn't hurt to take a look, right?"
"Let him, Joely, I want to go home." A little girl, about the age of five, said, tugging on 'Joely's' pants. All three of them had beautiful hazel-brown eyes. They must have been siblings.
"Fine." The teenage boy said, stepping out of the way. "The back wheel wasn't turning properly, and the front won't turn at all." He motioned with his hands. "By the way, my name's Joel. Joel Combs."
"Benji. Short for Benjamin Madden." Benji said. Joel put his hand out, and Benji took it, shaking it before looking under the carriage. "Looks like this beam is loose." He pointed to a metal beam that connected the two wheels.
"I didn't bring any tools. Father is going to be upset with me." Joel said.
"It's okay, I have a tool box in my trunk, in case of emergencies." Benji jogged over to his car and dug through the trunk, pulling out the right tool. He went back to the carriage and fixed it perfectly.
Joel tugged on the wheels, seeing that they were working just right and he smiled. "Thank you. I really appreciate that."
"It was no problem, any time." Benji smiled again, just as Pierre strolled over.
"I got four coffees. You like cream in yours, right Benj? I hope I put the right amount." He handed a cup to Benji who took a sip.
"It's right, thanks."
"Let's go, man, before the girls freak out."
"Yeah, see ya around, Joel, ladies." Benji said before making his exit with Pierre.
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There were a lot of things Joel hated about being Amish, but if he had to pick the top two, it would be the way his religion treated women, and the fact that he couldn't be openly gay. Yeah, that's right, he's gay.
He comes from a family of eight children. Yes, you heard right, eight. He's towards the middle.
The oldest was Thomas the strongest man Joel had ever met, with features more sharp than Joel's. He, like all of Joel's siblings, had the signature hazel-brown eyes. Thomas was now married to a woman named Natalie, and had three children of his own. He was currently twenty-one years of age.
Then there came Ezekiel, twenty who was also married, with two children. He and his wife owned a small shop downtown where they sold hand made items for a living. Land was too expensive to farm now a days, but whoever wanted it most would get the family land after their parents had retired from working it.
After Ezekiel, Jebediah, nineteen, was born and currently his wife was with child. Jebediah was a teacher at the local elementary.
Joel's parents didn't have anymore children until he and his twin sister, Mary, were born. They were currently seventeen, and the oldest siblings living in their house. After them, came Amos, fifteen, Daniel, twelve, and Katie, five. Their mother was currently pregnant again.
So yes, he had a big family, but he loved them all to death. Even his father, who was very strict.
Slowing down to a trot in his carriage, he pulled into his yard. And after making sure the carriage was stored properly, and the animals were all fed, he joined his family inside.
"The Stoltzfus' are joining us for dinner." His mother, Rebecca, said as she, Mary, and Daniel set the table. "Your Father and Amos will be coming in from the farm any minute. You need to wash up and help Katie reach the water, you hear?"
"Yes, ma'am. Come on, Katie." Joel helped his sister to the washing barrel, and washed his hands and face, just in time for his Father and brother to wash. In minutes, there was a knock on the door.
"Get that, Joel." His Father, Samuel, ordered.
"Yes, Sir." Joel opened the door and allowed the neighboring family into his home. "Good evening Mister Stoltzfus, Goodwife Stoltzfus. May I take your top, Sir?" Joel greeted them politely, taking Mister Stoltzfus' black hat from him and hanging it on the rack. He then stood aside so that the family could walk in. After their parents, David, Sarah, Annie, and Christian followed.
Rebecca and her dear friend, Joanne Stoltzfus, busied themselves with finishing up with dinner, as the girls spoke in the corner. The two fathers and the sons sat themselves at the long dining table. "How have you been, David?" Joel asked his friend. They had known each other since they were small, and often helped each other with their chores.
David had been born outside of the Amish community, but he was born from a woman who had been banished from the community, and couldn't take care of her child. That woman was Joanne's younger sister, who had shamefully had a one night stand with a canadian tourist. The Stoltzfus' took in their nephew and raised him as their own.
"I've been swell, how about you? How did your day go?"
"I worked on the farm all morning, and then me and Mary went to buy some groceries and pick Katie and Daniel up from school. We dropped Daniel off at home, but Katie wanted to go with us to Wawa to get a few more things, and this guy... he said his name was Benjamin, helped me when I had a problem with the carriage."
"Again? You really need to get a new one. Was he outside of the sect?"
"Yes. I think he was a tourist."
"Figures."
"I wish we could get another carriage, maybe two more."
"That would be brilliant. We could use another ourselves."
Dinner was served, a prayer was said, and they ate by the gasoline powered lights.
That night, after reading a bible story to Katie, Joel climbed into bed next to his brothers, and said his prayers before letting his mind wonder off.
He knew it was a sin to be homosexual, or so he was told. But he'd felt this way for many years now, and he never once felt dirty for it. It was the way he felt, and when the day came that he met the boy he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he would rather leave the sect and pursue life elsewhere than give up love.
That, of course, would mean leaving his family, but he'd come back and visit them, even if it meant doing it in secrecy. There was no way he could leave them forever, especially his sisters.
Mary, his twin sister, knew that he was gay. She was the only one he'd ever told, and he'd like it to stay that way. They had a close relationship, even though boys and girls didn't usually play together, they had always chosen each other over most people as children. Their parents allowed it, considering they were twins. Katie was such a sweetheart, and she loved Joel the best out of all of her brothers, because he treated her the best.
Many girls lusted after Joel, because he was always known to be kind and caring, and he treated women with much respect and acknowledgment. However, none of them would ever have the pleasure of marrying him.
He admitted that the boy he'd met today, Benjamin, was awfully attractive, but Joel wasn't one to throw himself at people. If possible, he wanted to find someone in his sect to spend his life with, even if they would have to move away to do so. They'd still have the same beliefs and morals, and it'd be more accepting.
However, he knew that it was more possible that he'd find an outsider, and he was okay with that.
Benjamin's friend Pierre wasn't too bad on the eyes either, and they both seemed strong, as if they had spent many hours out on the farm, though he knew that wasn't likely.
However, Joel, being sensible and earthly, found more interest in personality than anything else, and knew that he'd most likely never have time to get to know anyone well enough without moving away first.
With a sigh he settled into bed, whispering good night to his brothers, before drifting into sleep, tired from the days events.
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Benji laughed as he settled into his hotel room, flopping onto the bed. The girls were staying in the next room over, and they were visiting for a while before they went to sleep. "What's on TV?" He asked.
Pierre flipped through the channels. "Nothing good." He said in frustration as useless show after useless show passed by at a quick speed.
"Then let's talk!" Sandy said. Pierre rolled his eyes.
"Listen, baby, I don't feel up to hearing your gossip right now."
Sandy pouted. "You're one shitty boyfriend, you know that?"
"Sorry, babe, I'm just tired. You guys worked me out walking me all over those stores today." He leaned over and kissed her. "Forgive me?"
"Of course." She giggled and kissed him back.
"They make me sick sometimes." Missy laughed.
"You don't think it's cute?" Benji raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe." Missy laughed. "I wish Chris would treat me like that."
"Chris loves you...he just doesn't know how to show it."
"Why are you always so easy to talk to, Benj?"
"I guess I know more about girls than most guys do." He laughed, blushing a little.
The truth was, Benji was a flaming faggot. He knew it, he'd known it for a few years, but there was no way he could tell his friends that. Pierre would probably beat him up. The guys cool and all, but he was way too homophobic. It scared Benji a little, but they'd been best friends since... hell, since before he could remember, and he wasn't going to give up that friendship.
Missy would understand. She'd be okay with it, and probably ask him for even more tips about guys. Sandy, however, was a different story. Her and Pierre were perfect for each other, really. She'd never talk to him again, though sometimes Benji wondered if he'd really miss her company. They never hung out until Pierre stared dating her, and she could be a real bitch sometimes.
"Guys, I'm going to go to sleep." He yawned. "It's nearly eleven, and we're getting up early tomorrow." He pulled up his shirt, receiving giggles from the girls, and then took off his shorts, laying down in only his boxers.
He fell asleep once the girls had left and Pierre had finally turned off the TV and settled into the other bed. He finally had silence so he could hear himself think. Think thoughts about Joel Combs, and how cute he had been, in those cute little dark green overalls and a black shirt, that is. Very cute indeed. You know, for an Amish boy. "Night, Pie." He yawned before falling asleep.
Chapter: One, revised...*cough* (again! lol)
Written by: Amber (sombersilence/sleeplesselixer)
Pairing: Benji/Joel...twincest, baby!
Rating: Eventually NC-17
Summary: AU Prep Benji goes shopping in Lancaster with his friends Sandy, Missy, and Pierre (from Simple Plan) and meets one hell of an Amish boy, Joel Combs.
Disclaimer: I do not own Benji, Joel, Pierre, David, and any other band members that may appear in this story. Sandy and Missy, however, and the other Amish relatives, are of my creation, along with the twisted plot! Yeah!
Author's Notes: This is a story I started about two years ago and never continued...but I really like the idea and now I have some new ideas to add into it, so I'm giving it another chance. It's posted twice already on my journal and probably other places. The first second one was merely to fix errors. This has some minor changes that will have major changes in the plot as a whole. I hope people are still reading this stuff! lol Enjoy! (and don't flame please! eek!)
"Oh! Try this one on, Benj!" Sandy Copperstone squealed. She was a tall girl, seventeen years old, with orange-red straight hair. It was long, to mid back, and very sleek. Benji Madden looked over, locking brown eyes with green, and then noticing that Sandy held up a red and white stripped collar polo shirt, much like the yellow one he was wearing.
"Sandy, I have a million of those! I want something new." Benji whined. She pouted, and he caved, trying it on in the fitting room of the Polo Ralph Lauren store. It was tight, very tight in the arms, but he liked that. If you have arm muscle, you might as well show it off.
"It's wonderful!" Sandy squealed again when Benji did a fashion show for his friends.
"Really shows off your muscles, Benj." Missy Matthews chimed in. She was a bit shorter than Sandy, and with brown hair that was a bit more wavy than Sandy's, and shorter. Her eyes were blue, a deep, dazzling blue. Those kinds you want to look in forever. Her boyfriend was very lucky. "You should get it. Fits better then the one you were wearing today."
"I want coffee." Mumbled Pierre Bouvier from next to Sandy. "Can we get coffee, Benji?"
"You look dead, Pie, why don't you boys drive and get all of us coffee, and we'll pay for the clothes." Missy said, feeling Pierre's forehead. "There's a Super Wawa right up the street."
Pierre nodded, and Benji went back into the dressing room to change real fast before he and Pierre headed out to Benji's jet black convertible jaguar.
It was June 29th, and the four friends had headed up to Lancaster, Pennsylvania for the weekend. There were a lot of great outlets there where they could get all of their favorite name brand clothes for half off. Polo, Ralph Lauren, Coach, Nike, Journeys, Fossil, Gap, Banana Republic, J. Crew, The Cosmetic Company Store, etc... Okay, so the guys weren't too excited about some of those stores, but it's okay, they were out to have a fun time. And they were staying in a hotel for two nights, which meant no parents for two nights, and a whole lot of fun!
Benji drove off to the Super Wawa down the street, waiting patiently at the traffic signs. He was in no rush today. They pulled into the parking lot of the convenient store. Something caught Benji's eye just as he was getting out of his car.
"Benji, you coming?" Pierre asked impatiently, trailing his eyes up to see what the hell Benji was looking at. His eyes came to rest on a beat up buggy, with a contrasting white stallion.
"Yeah...in a minute. I'll meet you in the store."
"Benj, come on man. It's just some Amish folks, you've seen them a hundred times."
"Just go in!"
Pierre rolled his eyes and entered the store.
Benji walked over to the hitching post, where three Amish people were struggling with their carriage. Contrary to popular belief, Benji wasn't completely useless in all things aside from football. He did, in fact, know a thing or two about repairs. His father owned a car dealership, where he had worked part time for a year, and had learned a lot about cars and tools.
"Need some help?" Benji offered from behind them after clearing his throat.
"That'd be wonderful!" A teenage girl said, never looking Benji right in the eye, which kind of shocked him. He always thought of the Amish as shy and evasive. He looked at her slim figured, brown hair pulled back into a bun under her bonnet.
There was another teen, a boy, who turned around to face Benji. "Do you know anything about carriages?" He asked.
"Well... not really... but I could try. I know about fixing other things, so it doesn't hurt to take a look, right?"
"Let him, Joely, I want to go home." A little girl, about the age of five, said, tugging on 'Joely's' pants. All three of them had beautiful hazel-brown eyes. They must have been siblings.
"Fine." The teenage boy said, stepping out of the way. "The back wheel wasn't turning properly, and the front won't turn at all." He motioned with his hands. "By the way, my name's Joel. Joel Combs."
"Benji. Short for Benjamin Madden." Benji said. Joel put his hand out, and Benji took it, shaking it before looking under the carriage. "Looks like this beam is loose." He pointed to a metal beam that connected the two wheels.
"I didn't bring any tools. Father is going to be upset with me." Joel said.
"It's okay, I have a tool box in my trunk, in case of emergencies." Benji jogged over to his car and dug through the trunk, pulling out the right tool. He went back to the carriage and fixed it perfectly.
Joel tugged on the wheels, seeing that they were working just right and he smiled. "Thank you. I really appreciate that."
"It was no problem, any time." Benji smiled again, just as Pierre strolled over.
"I got four coffees. You like cream in yours, right Benj? I hope I put the right amount." He handed a cup to Benji who took a sip.
"It's right, thanks."
"Let's go, man, before the girls freak out."
"Yeah, see ya around, Joel, ladies." Benji said before making his exit with Pierre.
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There were a lot of things Joel hated about being Amish, but if he had to pick the top two, it would be the way his religion treated women, and the fact that he couldn't be openly gay. Yeah, that's right, he's gay.
He comes from a family of eight children. Yes, you heard right, eight. He's towards the middle.
The oldest was Thomas the strongest man Joel had ever met, with features more sharp than Joel's. He, like all of Joel's siblings, had the signature hazel-brown eyes. Thomas was now married to a woman named Natalie, and had three children of his own. He was currently twenty-one years of age.
Then there came Ezekiel, twenty who was also married, with two children. He and his wife owned a small shop downtown where they sold hand made items for a living. Land was too expensive to farm now a days, but whoever wanted it most would get the family land after their parents had retired from working it.
After Ezekiel, Jebediah, nineteen, was born and currently his wife was with child. Jebediah was a teacher at the local elementary.
Joel's parents didn't have anymore children until he and his twin sister, Mary, were born. They were currently seventeen, and the oldest siblings living in their house. After them, came Amos, fifteen, Daniel, twelve, and Katie, five. Their mother was currently pregnant again.
So yes, he had a big family, but he loved them all to death. Even his father, who was very strict.
Slowing down to a trot in his carriage, he pulled into his yard. And after making sure the carriage was stored properly, and the animals were all fed, he joined his family inside.
"The Stoltzfus' are joining us for dinner." His mother, Rebecca, said as she, Mary, and Daniel set the table. "Your Father and Amos will be coming in from the farm any minute. You need to wash up and help Katie reach the water, you hear?"
"Yes, ma'am. Come on, Katie." Joel helped his sister to the washing barrel, and washed his hands and face, just in time for his Father and brother to wash. In minutes, there was a knock on the door.
"Get that, Joel." His Father, Samuel, ordered.
"Yes, Sir." Joel opened the door and allowed the neighboring family into his home. "Good evening Mister Stoltzfus, Goodwife Stoltzfus. May I take your top, Sir?" Joel greeted them politely, taking Mister Stoltzfus' black hat from him and hanging it on the rack. He then stood aside so that the family could walk in. After their parents, David, Sarah, Annie, and Christian followed.
Rebecca and her dear friend, Joanne Stoltzfus, busied themselves with finishing up with dinner, as the girls spoke in the corner. The two fathers and the sons sat themselves at the long dining table. "How have you been, David?" Joel asked his friend. They had known each other since they were small, and often helped each other with their chores.
David had been born outside of the Amish community, but he was born from a woman who had been banished from the community, and couldn't take care of her child. That woman was Joanne's younger sister, who had shamefully had a one night stand with a canadian tourist. The Stoltzfus' took in their nephew and raised him as their own.
"I've been swell, how about you? How did your day go?"
"I worked on the farm all morning, and then me and Mary went to buy some groceries and pick Katie and Daniel up from school. We dropped Daniel off at home, but Katie wanted to go with us to Wawa to get a few more things, and this guy... he said his name was Benjamin, helped me when I had a problem with the carriage."
"Again? You really need to get a new one. Was he outside of the sect?"
"Yes. I think he was a tourist."
"Figures."
"I wish we could get another carriage, maybe two more."
"That would be brilliant. We could use another ourselves."
Dinner was served, a prayer was said, and they ate by the gasoline powered lights.
That night, after reading a bible story to Katie, Joel climbed into bed next to his brothers, and said his prayers before letting his mind wonder off.
He knew it was a sin to be homosexual, or so he was told. But he'd felt this way for many years now, and he never once felt dirty for it. It was the way he felt, and when the day came that he met the boy he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, he would rather leave the sect and pursue life elsewhere than give up love.
That, of course, would mean leaving his family, but he'd come back and visit them, even if it meant doing it in secrecy. There was no way he could leave them forever, especially his sisters.
Mary, his twin sister, knew that he was gay. She was the only one he'd ever told, and he'd like it to stay that way. They had a close relationship, even though boys and girls didn't usually play together, they had always chosen each other over most people as children. Their parents allowed it, considering they were twins. Katie was such a sweetheart, and she loved Joel the best out of all of her brothers, because he treated her the best.
Many girls lusted after Joel, because he was always known to be kind and caring, and he treated women with much respect and acknowledgment. However, none of them would ever have the pleasure of marrying him.
He admitted that the boy he'd met today, Benjamin, was awfully attractive, but Joel wasn't one to throw himself at people. If possible, he wanted to find someone in his sect to spend his life with, even if they would have to move away to do so. They'd still have the same beliefs and morals, and it'd be more accepting.
However, he knew that it was more possible that he'd find an outsider, and he was okay with that.
Benjamin's friend Pierre wasn't too bad on the eyes either, and they both seemed strong, as if they had spent many hours out on the farm, though he knew that wasn't likely.
However, Joel, being sensible and earthly, found more interest in personality than anything else, and knew that he'd most likely never have time to get to know anyone well enough without moving away first.
With a sigh he settled into bed, whispering good night to his brothers, before drifting into sleep, tired from the days events.
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Benji laughed as he settled into his hotel room, flopping onto the bed. The girls were staying in the next room over, and they were visiting for a while before they went to sleep. "What's on TV?" He asked.
Pierre flipped through the channels. "Nothing good." He said in frustration as useless show after useless show passed by at a quick speed.
"Then let's talk!" Sandy said. Pierre rolled his eyes.
"Listen, baby, I don't feel up to hearing your gossip right now."
Sandy pouted. "You're one shitty boyfriend, you know that?"
"Sorry, babe, I'm just tired. You guys worked me out walking me all over those stores today." He leaned over and kissed her. "Forgive me?"
"Of course." She giggled and kissed him back.
"They make me sick sometimes." Missy laughed.
"You don't think it's cute?" Benji raised an eyebrow.
"Okay, maybe." Missy laughed. "I wish Chris would treat me like that."
"Chris loves you...he just doesn't know how to show it."
"Why are you always so easy to talk to, Benj?"
"I guess I know more about girls than most guys do." He laughed, blushing a little.
The truth was, Benji was a flaming faggot. He knew it, he'd known it for a few years, but there was no way he could tell his friends that. Pierre would probably beat him up. The guys cool and all, but he was way too homophobic. It scared Benji a little, but they'd been best friends since... hell, since before he could remember, and he wasn't going to give up that friendship.
Missy would understand. She'd be okay with it, and probably ask him for even more tips about guys. Sandy, however, was a different story. Her and Pierre were perfect for each other, really. She'd never talk to him again, though sometimes Benji wondered if he'd really miss her company. They never hung out until Pierre stared dating her, and she could be a real bitch sometimes.
"Guys, I'm going to go to sleep." He yawned. "It's nearly eleven, and we're getting up early tomorrow." He pulled up his shirt, receiving giggles from the girls, and then took off his shorts, laying down in only his boxers.
He fell asleep once the girls had left and Pierre had finally turned off the TV and settled into the other bed. He finally had silence so he could hear himself think. Think thoughts about Joel Combs, and how cute he had been, in those cute little dark green overalls and a black shirt, that is. Very cute indeed. You know, for an Amish boy. "Night, Pie." He yawned before falling asleep.