“PA PA POWWW, RIGHT IN THE KISSA!” Jaime yelled after slamming me for the fifth time upside the head with a pillow.

“Get the fuck off me,” I mumbled and tried to shield my head from the beatings I was receiving.

“GET THE FUCK OUT OF BED YOU ASSHOLES!” He yelled and slapped me with a pillow again before slapping one of my best friends, Mia, in the head also.

“TOUCH ME AGAIN AND I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!” Mia yelled and pulled the pillow out from under her head and slung it in Jaime’s direction. It hit him right in his gut and he fell off my bed with a thud and a girly scream. Mia and I both bursted into laughter and sat up in bed to see Jaime sprawled out on the ground muttering curse words under his breath. “How’s it feel to be on the short end of the stick, Preciado?”

“I hate you both,” he groaned and laid there. “I need to summon Tony in here to help save the day.”

“Tony ain’t got shit on us!” I yelled, “We are the....”

“THE PUSSY PACK!” Mia screamed, causing me to die and nearly choke myself laughing. She looked at me like I was crazy, “What? It was the first thing that came to mind...”

I laughed even harder and stood up from the bed, “You are so clever sometimes.” I shook my head and kicked Jaime softly in the butt, “Get up. It didn’t hurt that bad.”

“No, floor comfy.”

I groaned, “Come on Jaime, I have to get dressed and Mia doesn’t have any pants on either.”

“I swear to God you two are lesbians! I am going to tell the guys!!!” He yelled and ran out of my room screaming “GUYS YOU WOULD NEVER GUESS WHAT I JUST FOUND OUT!”

After getting dressed and brushing our teeth, Mia and I made our way out into the front room. Mia and I have been best friends since diapers, we were born three days apart and we have always been attached at the hip to one another. We have always done everything together, and we’re so comfortable around each other. So there’s nothing weird about the two of us sharing a bed in our underwear, but the guys sure as hell love to make up some crazy fantasy that we are lesbians. We’ve even been asked if we were dating by people we didn’t even know... crazy shit.

“Don’t you have any food in this fucking house?” Mia grumbled as he rummaged through the refrigerator.

“Yeah, but you don’t eat normal food. All you eat is fucking Mac n Cheese, and Jaime and I don’t eat that shit,” I grumbled while shoving a PopTart into my mouth.

“Whatever, what time is it?” Mia huffed and slammed the fridge closed.

“One-thirty,” Vic muttered as he stared at us along with all the other guys.

“I want McDonalds, what the fuck. Why do we sleep so fucking late every time we go out? I always miss McDonalds breakfast, Rae. I can’t keep this shit up. I am having withdrawal!” She complained and took my other PopTart from me.

“Excuse me, that was mine you asshole,” I bitched back at her. “And we had McDonalds like two weeks ago...” She shot me a dirty look as she ate the food and that was my cue to back off. Mia and I are both huge bitches to each other, but we know when to back off. We fought like we were literally sisters, but I mean we practically were.

“So... what are you guys doing today?” Tony asked awkwardly from the doorway between the front room and the kitchen.

“Beats me,” I muttered and looked to Mia.

“Promised I’d help Casey get ready for tonight, so you’re coming with me,” she grinned at me. I huffed and she smiled, “You and Mike can go on alcohol runs together.”

“Sounds so peachy,” I grinned and hopped down from the counter I was sitting on. “We’ll see you fellas later.”

“Well geeze... we were going to see if you wanted to go to the guitar shop with us...” Tony huffed hurt.

“EVEN MORE OF A REASON TO GO TO CASEY’S!” Mia yelled and grabbed her car keys off the counter, “We out gentleman!” She kissed each boy on the cheek before pulling me out the door with her.

When we got to Casey’s apartment, Mike and him were already stocking the fridge full of beer and there were cases upon cases sitting on the counter top. Mia walked over and kissed Casey’s cheek and wrapped her arms around him muttering how much she missed him. They had been together for about six months now, and they were cuter than ever.

“Hey Rae-Bear,” Casey smiled.

I returned the smile with a, “Hey Case.”

“No hey Mike? I see what this is, bitch.” Mike huffed and rolled his eyes pretending to be mad. “Put your stupid bitch ass to work and help me with this beer,” he pushed a case to me. I ripped it open and began placing beers on the top shelf in the fridge with Mike. “Got anything up your sleeve for this evening?”

“I’ve got a little something,” I laughed. “I just have to wait for you to get shit-faced before my plan can begin to work.”

Mike laughed, “Good thing I’m staying sober tonight.”

“You’re such a fucking liar,” I laughed and threw the empty case to the side before grabbing another and stocking more in the fridge.

“So how was Adam? We all know you guys fucked last night after the bar,” Mike chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, “I didn’t have sex with him, douche bag. Unlike you, I have standards.”

“Oh Adam, let’s just make out and dry hump each other but I’m not going to bring you home ‘cause I’m a little prude,” Mike talked in a girl voice and laughed. “When is the last time you even got laid? In high school? Bet that pussy’s got cobwebs in it.”

“I’d rather have cobwebs than herpes,” I muttered and slammed his hand in the refrigerator door.

“God fucking... fuck you,” he whined and examined his hurt hand to make sure it was okay. “You’re going to fucking get it, Rae. First you say I’ve got herpes, then you nearly break my hand. You’re just asking for it!”

“Well how about you guys go on an alcohol run, aye?” Casey cackled from the other side of the kitchen where he was setting up a make-shift bar. He threw Mike his car keys, “Get anything you can get your hands on. We are getting fucked up tonight! Oh, and don’t kill each other in the process.”

“Let’s get this shit over with,” Mike muttered and pushed past me. I walked as fast as I could to keep up with his long strides so that he wouldn’t just leave me, he’s done it before. Once I was able to catch up and hop into the car, he started it up and peeled it out of the apartment complex before I even had my seatbelt on.

“Does it ever fucking occur to you to be safe, Mike? I didn’t have my seatbelt on!” I groaned.

“Stop fucking bitching,” he barked at me. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so pissed off at you in my life. My hand feels like it’s fucking broken!”

“You’re moving it perfectly fucking fine, Mike. Your hand isn’t broken, you dip-shit.” I bitched at him, “You’re driving like normal, stop being such a pussy.”

“You did not just call me a pussy,” he reached over and pinched my thigh as hard as he could.

“OW YOU FUCKING DICK YOU’RE GONNA LEAVE A BRUISE!” I screamed and clawed at his arm to get his hand off me.

“Calm it on the name calling, bitch,” he shot me a look and pulled into a parking space at the liquor store. “Let’s go get some drinks!”

Once we had finally purchased enough alcohol to fill Mike’s entire trunk, we headed on our way back to Casey’s apartment. We began our way back laughing our asses off about something that the cashier inside had said to us.

“I can’t believe she asked if you were my little sister,” Mike chuckled as he turned at a stop light.

“We don’t even look alike,” I laughed along with him. “What the fuck!”

“Well, Rae. Looks like you are a Fuentes! How does it feel?” I looked over to see him smiling and I rolled my eyes.

“I just feel fan-fucking-tastic! I feel like I can now go out, fuck bitches and get money. I’ll just follow in my big brother’s footsteps.”

He laughed, “I hope you’re talking about me ‘cause I have no idea what bitches Vic is fucking.” We both laughed and drove in silence for the next five minutes to Casey’s. We then unloaded the car and told Casey and Mia the story, they thought it was hysterical as well. We finished setting up for the party and then just sat around, drinking beer and eating pizza while watching T.V. There were rude comments from Mike and I here and there, but other than that the world seemed semi peaceful.

Finally, it was rage time. The apartment was completely packed and everyone was drinking up a storm. I was sitting on the armchair of Casey’s couch talking to Jess while sipping on vodka and orange juice when Mike’s drunk ass introduced me to some tall, leggy red-head.

“Allison, meet my wonderful best friend, Rae,” he giggled and the red-head stuck her hand out to shake mine.

“Hi there, Allison, how do you know Mike?” I smiled and shook her hand.

“I don’t,” she blushed. “I just met him tonight.”

“Oh...” I faltered my smile, “I’m so sorry, honey.”

“What... What do you mean?” Allison looked at me confused.

Right on cue, Casey stammered over yelling, “MIKE YOU LEFT YOUR ITCHING CREAM IN MY ROOM!”

Allison looked at Mike, completely disgusted, “ITCHING CREAM? WHAT THE FUCK. GET AWAY FROM ME!” She ran away from the scene as fast as possible.

“YOU FUCKERS,” Mike groaned and put Casey in a headlock, “You’re all against me! You let Rae brainwash you, Casey. You fucking idiot!” At this point everyone was looking over at the four of us, most people were laughing. “Rae, I fucking hate you. Just fuck up my chances of getting laid because you’re a fucking prude asshole bitch!”

“Not my problem you have to use itching cream,” I retorted and sipped on my drink, that was soon to be knocked out of my hand and spilled completely down the outfit I had on. “Michael Christopher!” I screamed, “How dare you fucking do that!”

“Here we go...” I heard Casey mutter the famous words that all the guys say when Mike and I start fighting. This was nothing new, we fought at every party. Everyone was used to it by now, but usually Mike never got physical with me. But this time I could tell that he was a little too far gone to even care how nasty he got with me.

“I hate you Rae!” He screamed at me. “Since you got rid of my girl you might as well be the one to suck my dick tonight you fucking cunt!”

That was it, I slapped him so hard across the face that his whole head moved with my hand. “DON’T YOU EVER FUCKING CALL ME THAT!” I screamed. Everyone stood there wide-eyed. I never once laid a hand on Mike until tonight. He stood there completely dumbfounded, his mouth hung open and he just stared at me. I pushed my way past him and everyone else in Casey’s apartment making my way to the door. Jaime grabbed my hand and I stared him dead in the eyes, “Get the fuck off of me. I need fresh air.” I exited the apartment, slamming the door behind me and walked as fast as I could down the stairs and outside. I leaned against the cold building, slightly pissed off at myself for not grabbing a jacket in the middle of January, but sucked it up and just closed my eyes and took in the cold air.

“Rae...”

“Leave me alone, Mike. You are the last person I want to see right now,” I muttered not even opening my eyes.

“Rae, please.”

“No, Mike,” I opened my eyes and looked at him. He stood in front of me with his hands in his front pockets and a red mark on the left side of his face. “Just go inside.”

“I... I didn’t mean it...” he said softly while biting on his bottom lip. “I... I... I was just... so angry... Rae please...”

“What’s the point of explaining yourself to me, Michael? I hate you anyway so why not make my hate for you even greater?” I sighed.

“I hate you too, but I still don’t want you to think I meant that...” he pleaded. I opened my mouth to talk but he continued, “Rae, please... I never apologize... But I am sorry...”

“Did that slap turn you into a new man or....?”

“It may have sobered me up a bit,” he laughed quietly. “I honestly never intended on calling you that... I deserved being hit...”

“Yeah, you did.”

“So can you just forgive me?”

“Will you stop being such a sissy if I say yes?”

He smiled and nodded, “Gimmie a hug you whore.” He held his arms out and I wrapped mine around his skinny torso and he pulled my close to his chest. “My bitchy little sister.”

“Fuck off,” I muttered. “Enough hug time,” I pushed myself away from him. “Let’s go get wasted again, and learn to keep your mouth closed.”

“No promises,” he chuckled from behind me as I walked back into the building.