Authors Note;

Hi readers! Just a few things to help out with the story. Firstly, fic will take place roughly a year before the events of 'T.B.S'. 'T' rating is for language mostly, and there will be no Smut in this story.

I only own my OC's, any characters you may or may not recognize belong to the writers/creators of 'B.S'.

Story is a Connor/OC, since I feel as though there aren't a lot of them. Also, this fic is in the midst of being re-written, since I read through it all and wasn't very happy with it all.

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Grace glanced at the vintage clock that hung on the wall and sighed loudly as realized the time. It was two in the morning, and she was still waiting for her big sister to come home. She'd promised to be back by twelve at the latest, and Grace knew that she shouldn't have been surprised that her sister was late. She was almost always late.

Her older sister, Camille, was what most would call a 'party-girl'. She would stay out until late at night, or the early hours of the morning, and would always come home drunk. It wasn't the latest news, of course, and it wasn't all that surprising even to people who didn't know her that well. Camille was gorgeous, young, and wild. She never thought twice about doing anything, and never thought about the repercussions, but she didn't have to. Batman had Robin, and Camille? Well, she had Grace. Whenever she came home drunk as hell, it was always Grace that put her to bed and made sure their parents didn't know about her sisters 'activities'.

It was a terrible job, but someone had to do it.

Grace scribbled away at her school notepad, struggling to keep her eyes open. She was tempted to pack everything up, switch off the lights, and climb into bed. But she couldn't. If Camille came home and the window was locked, then she would be royally fucked, and Grace would never hear the end of it. Her sister would guilt-trip her into an early grave.

A faint ruckus was heard and Grace flinched, looking up and towards her window. For a moment she froze, until it slid open and a familiar looking head poked through, followed by the rest of the body.

"Hey." Camille whispered, shutting and locking the window once she'd climbed through.

"Where have you been?" Grace demanded, closing her notepad with a loud 'smack'.

Camille laughed and waved her hand dismissively, the other pushing back her fringe. She then attempted to walk towards the bedroom door, a task that went unfulfilled. The older girl stumbled and crashed to the floor, still laughing as she rolled over onto her back.

Grace mumbled a quick 'crap' and stepped over her stupidly-drunk sister, moving towards the hallway. She looked out and turned her head both ways, listening carefully to make sure that their parents weren't awake and moving about the house. Only when she heard nothing, did she turn to help out her sister.

"Oh great." She groaned, seeing Camille on the floor. Her sister wasn't moving all that much, and her eyes were closed, but Grace was adamant that her sister would not be sleeping in her bedroom. She'd drag her by her arms if she had to.

Grace kneeled down next to Camille's head and lightly smacked her cheek, waiting patiently for her sisters eyes to open; Even if it was just a little bit. Once they did, she jumped at the chance. Grace quickly pulled Camille into a sitting position and, with a bit of struggle, managed to get the twenty-three year old to her feet. She then hastily attempted to get Camille across the hallway and into her own bedroom, which took more effort and patience than it should have.

Camille never tidied her room. Ever. There were clothes all over the floor, where she'd been picking and choosing outfits to wear that night, along with shoes and god-knows what else. And getting her big sister to step over the huge bundles of crap and into her bed was a task in itself.

Once she'd safely gotten Camille onto the double-bed, Grace went to work on taking off her jeans and jewellery, and tucking her in with a nearby throw-blanket. She then filled a glass full of water and set it aside on Camille's nightstand, along with some pain meds. God-knows she'd be needing them in the morning.

When everything was done, and she could go back to her own room, Grace spent a few seconds to just look down at her passed out sibling. Camille was infuriating, annoying, and sometimes selfish. But on the other hand, she could also be a loving, kind, and sweet older sister. It all depended on what mood she was in that day. But no matter what, Grace knew she'd take care of her. She always had, and she always would.

"Goodnight Camille." She leaned down and softly kissed Camille's cheek, before retiring to her own room.

~...~...~

The next morning, Grace sat at the breakfast bar, chewing down a piece of toast as she waited patiently for her friend to show up. It was already six thirty, and school started at seven, so she could only hope that Jade would make an appearance within the next five minutes.

Camille was supposed to drive her to school, but clearly it wasn't going to happen. Grace had been heading downstairs when she'd heard it. The irritating sound of gagging and retching was all too familiar, and it was at that precise moment that she knew she'd be taking the bus. Although she guessed it wasn't so bad. Sure, the bus was full of angst-filled teens and pre-pubescence, but it was better than hearing about Camille's latest conquest.

"Hey, sorry I'm late."

"It's fine."

Her best friend, Jade, came in through the back door and occupied the opposite chair. "So," she started, leaning over to take some of Grace's toast, "why're you taking the bus?"

"Camille's sick." Grace shrugged, pushing the plate towards her friend.

"Hungover, you mean." Jade smiled knowingly.

"Either way," Grace sighed, attempting to steer the conversation away from what it could become; A sister-bashing. "She can't drive me, I have to take the bus today. You cool with that?"

Jade shrugged and said, "Of course I am. God knows I haven't seen you all weekend."

During the days they'd had off school, Jade had phoned the house like crazy, begging Grace to come over and watch some movies. Grace had, of course, lied and said that she was busy with homework, knowing that the truth would, most likely, cause another minor argument between her and Jade. In reality, she'd stayed home to cover her sisters ass.

"Well we're nearly done with school and I don't wanna mess anything up."

Lying had become a regular occurrence for her. She lied to her parents about Camille almost every day, even though she didn't really have to. They were oblivious to everything and anything her older sister did. Camille would say 'night' and head to bed, and then when she knew it was safe, she'd come into Grace's room and climb out the window. Every morning she came home, and every morning their parents would assume she'd been sleeping all night, when really she'd been out partying. It was only the hang-over sickness that Grace had trouble lying about. Their mom and dad had assumed Camille pregnant, until Grace managed to quickly come up with a take-out related incident in which her sister got food poisoning. But now it was getting harder and harder to cover up, and Grace could only thank god that their parents left during the early hours of the morning.

"Sure. Anyway, you ready?" Jade said, pushing back in her chair.

Grace nodded and put her dishes in the sink, before grabbing her shoulder-bag and tugging it on. They both left through the back door and walked around the side of the house, heading towards the bus stop a few yards down the street.

"Doesn't Camille have work today?" Jade asked, and Grace rolled her eyes.

"Yes. She works a late shift though." She said back, wishing her friend would just leave it at that. But she wasn't that lucky.

"You know," Jade began, crossing her arms, "she should really get a real job."

Grace groaned and said, "She does have a real job."

"Working in a strip-club is not a real job." Jade stated firmly.

"She gets paid for it, doesn't she? And besides, she's only a waitress, it's not like she's taking her clothes off."

"Not that you know of. It's just as bad, she still wears those weird trashy clothes."

Grace narrowed her eyes and asked, "How do you know what she wears?"

"My brother visits a lot." Jade said with a little too much nonchalance.

"Ew."

"That pretty much sums up my thoughts on the fact."

Grace grimaced and sat down on the bench, Jade soon following suit.

"Did you know he says her name in his sleep?" The blonde exclaimed.

"Jade," Grace warned.

"It's more of a moaning sound really," at this point, it was only rambling, but that did not make Grace feel any less uncomfortable.

"Jade."

"It's so hilarious. D'you think they've slept together? I mean, I wouldn't be surprised,"

"Jade!"

Only when her voice was loud enough, did her friend stop talking. Jade only stared at her with unknowing eyes, but Grace knew that Jade knew exactly what she was up to.

"What did I say?"

Grace rolled her eyes and remained silent, choosing to stare down the street as they waited for the bus. She wished that it would come soon. She wasn't sure how much more of Jade's rambling she could take.