|Taylor's POV|

After a few more gulps of JD, I was completely drunk. Jaime had passed out on the couch and Mike and Tony were drawing on his face and arms inappropriate pictures and words. Vic had gone back to playing more guitar hero.

After a meat ball fight in the kitchen, I had noticed that someone had taken the wine bottle out of the fridge and polished of just over half of it while I was still in the kitchen making the meatballs (assuming it was Tony who drank it).

"Hey ,Tay?" Tony asks, not looking up from the turtle he was drawing on Jaime's hand.

"Yeah?" I slur back, barely able to hold the empty bottle of Jack in my hands.

"Did we have homework in English?"

"Why would you be thinking about scho- school.... Shit!" My eyes growing wide. "School. Tomorrow. Fuck!" My living room was trashed from earlier when Jaime built a fort from chairs and blankets then Mike pretending to be Godzilla or something, knocking it all over.

I look at the clock.

8:40.

"Guys!" I yell. They all look up at me other than Jaime, passed out, and Vic, glued to his guitar hero on he screen. "We gotta clean up! My mom's going to be home in like 20 minutes!"

Their eyes get wide. Vic pauses the game. "What time is it?" His voice worried.

"8:40" I point to the clock.

"Shit, Mike! Mama's going to kill us!" Vic takes the guitar off his neck and walks to Mike, trying to help him up. He pulls one of Mike's limp arms over his shoulder for support. "Sorry, Tay. We gotta go right now. But thanks for having us! It was a lot of fun!"

Vic tryed to rush out the door, half assisting, half dragging Mike.

"Wait!" Mike yells. "Tay, 'mere." He says drunkenly. Vic rolls his eyes.

I walk over to him, stumbling over an overturned chair from the fort.

"Yeah?" I ask once I get to him.

He pulls away from Vic and pulls me into a hug.

"Thank yoouuu. I had a loootttt of fun." He says dragging out his words. Just as I pull away from the hug, his lips smash into mine, hard. I stumbled back into the wall. Mike also stumbled forwards, pressing me up against the wall. As our lips start moving together, I feel Mike smile while still kissing me. His body up against mine and his hand pulling my head to his.

Vic jumps in and pulls Mike away from me. "That enough you two." He rolls his eyes again. I hear Jaime whistle, his head now on the arm rest looking our way.

"See ya tomorrow, babe." Mike says winking and getting dragged along by Vic.

"See ya." I say still flabbergasted and blushing from what just happened.

I look back to see Tony and Jaime. Tony's jaw to the floor and Jaime just smiling.

"What?" I ask with a smirk. They didn't say anything. "You guys better sober the fuck up quick, my mom will kill me if she comes home and sees this." I laugh a little.

Tony gets up, picks up the guitar hero guitar and hits it on the ground, breaking it in two.

|Tony's POV|

"What the fuck got into you, Tone?" Hime asks.

I was pissed. I kissed her first, she got pissed. Then this guy comes around, does the same thing, and she's ecstatic. I hate to say it, but I was most definitely, jealous.

"TONY!" She says in surprise, eyes wide. "What. The FUCK? Ugh, I don't have time. Just clean up!" Tays fists by her side, she walks over to the couch. She rolls Jaime on the floor and starts organizing the pillows and cushions. I try to help her with them.

"Tony. Just... go clean up he kitchen, or something. I've got it out here." Her eyes angry and her tone annoyed.

I nod and go into the kitchen. There was a few meatballs squished on the floor and I clean them up best I could.

Now look what you did! I yell at myself. Tay' s pissed at you.

After I'm done with the kitchen, I go to see how Tay's doing. Almost everything is cleaned up.

"Could you get him home?" She asks pointing to Jamie passed out again on the couch.

"Yeah. But I didn't bring my car, and even if I did, I'm not sure if I could drive." I say.

"Call someone." She says annoyed.

I pull my phone out of my pocket. "Sorry." I say.

"For which part?" She snaps back, picking up the wine bottle.

"For both things, I gue-."

"Whay did you kiss me?" She interrupts. She looks at me in the eyes.

"Why do you think?"

"I think you just had a drunk moment, you know. Not realizing what you were doing." Turning around picking up the Jack Daniels bottle.

I shake my head. "Is that what you really think or is that just what you wanna think?"

Tay looks up confused. "What's that suppo-." She stops at the sight of headlights shinning through the Windows. "Please say that's your ride." Her eyes wide.

I shake my head.

"Shit!" Tay rushes around trying to scavenge up all the blankets that were still on the floor.

Her mom walks in the door. "Oh," she said in surprise at the sight of me. "Its late, I didn't expect you two to still be here." She does a little fake smile.

I flash a little smile. She looks past me and sees the passed out Jaime.

"Long day." I explain before she can ask.

Her smile quickly dissipates, her eyes wide. "I-is that a... penis on his forehead?" She asks. I hear Tay start to crack up.

~
I get a very drunk Himes home to a very angry mother. She starts swearing at him in Spanish. Going on a rampage before turning to me. "Thank you for bringing him home." She says calmly in a thick accent.

I was suprised that she didn't start going off at me. I nod in return. "Your welcome. Sorry about the drawings."

"Lets just hope that they come off." She says with a sigh.

~
|Taylor's POV|

"What the hell were you thinking?" My mom antagonized me while holding up the empty Jack bottle.

I didn't reply. If I did, I would say the wrong thing and set her off even more. It would be like throwing gasoline on the fire.

"Just go take a shower, or something. You smell like alcohol." She rubs the bridge of her nose. "Just don't do this again."

My mom never punished me like grounding me or anything. She was never good with that stuff. She would just yell.

I can't stand conflict. I don't know what it is, I just can't. Maybe from all the fighting and arguing my mom and dad would do when they were still together.

Dad left mom when I was almost seven. He said he had had enough of "this" and stormed out. We havent heard from him since. For all we knew he could be dead. For all I cared, he could be dead.

I took a nice hot shower, still pretty drunk. I forgot to bring a towel in with me so I start to walk to my room naked.

My mom walks out of her room and sees me. Her eyes growing wide and then she shielded them with her hand.

"Jesus, Taylor!"

"What?"

"Wheres your towel?" I look around the hall then down at my nude body.

"Umm. I'm not sure."

I see her spread her fingers and take another look at me. "What are those?" Her hand dropping to her side.

"My boobs?" I ask.

"No sweety, on your thighs." I look down to see the pretty little lines scattering my thighs.

"Those," I say pointing down to them with a little chuckle. "Are a mark for every time I wasn't strong. A mark for every time I needed someone to be there for me, but they weren't. A mark, for every time I had a death wish." I poke out my Arms showing her my wrists. I take a step closer. "A mark for feeling unloved," I pointed to one of the lines. "Unwanted," I move my finger down to the next line. "And weak."

A tear starts to roll down her cheek. I havent seen her cry since dad left. She comes over to me in one stride and pulls me into a hug.

"Baby," she sobs on my already wet shoulder. "I never knew."

"No one ever does." I say. I go to my room and slam the door shut. I didn't mean to actually. The Alcohol still trailing through my veins, I was unaware of my strangth I guess. Or was I unaware of my emotions?

I pull on a tank and some underwear, plopping down on my bed. I cry myself to sleep for the hundredth time now.

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