Okay so there will be more chapters...there will be one for each verse for the song 100 years *Which I love BTW* by Five for Fighting which I do not own nor do I own any Ugly Betty characters. So this is the first verse and If you've never heard the song i suggest you listen before you read. Here's a link: h t t p : / / w w w . a z l y r i c s . c o m / l y r i c s / f i v e f o r f i g h t i n g / 1 0 0 y e a r s . h t m l

-NWJ

I'm 15 for a moment

Caught in between 10 and 20

And I'm just dreaming

Counting the ways to where you are

Daniel and Alex crawled under the dining table mischievously, peeking beneath the table cloth. They watched as the stealthy Senator called up their father who Daniel detested and Alex adored. The audience clapped adoringly and buttered him up like the ass-kissers they were. Although one person in particular caught his attention, the one person in the room so absorbed with the bar that they didn't even bother to turn around during the presenting of the awards. It was the Senator's ball and everyone who was anyone was there, heavily adorned in high-end designers that would put them in debt 10 years later. Daniel and Alex snuck under the table when they saw their mother hobble over to the bar for her 4th Martini. They didn't care, they were getting an inside look on the upskirts of passers by as their male hormones surged through them, just waiting to get a peek. Soon they both became uninterested, Alex now focused on the woman's shoes and Daniel on this Raven haired beauty that seemed so..bad-ass. She wore a tight Valentino strapless black dress that slid down to the floor and split at her mid-thigh. His eyes couldn't seem to tear themselves away from her and the voluptuous curves that made her the beauty he kept staring at. Alex crawled next to him, peeking under the cloth alongside him.

"What ya looking at bruh?" Alex asked, trying to get a good look at the passerby's Miu Mius.

"Check out the babe 3 o'clock." Daniel whispered, pointing his adolescent finger towards the bar and distinctly at her thigh.

Alex moved his hand to slap the back of his head, shaking his as he rolled his eyes at his brother's stupidity. "That's 12 o'clock dumbass."

Daniel sucked his teeth and slapped him back childishly. "I am so telling mom you cussed."

"And I'm telling mom you hit me."

"You hit me first."

"Not in my story." Alex muscled his way from beneath the table and belted towards the bar, a frantic Daniel behind him, his gelled Mohawk staying put as Alex's hair flapped in the wind. His steps halted and his eyes watched as the Raven walked away, annoyed by the adolescent presence in his brother. He then felt a strong hand grab his collar and pull him into the corner along with a frazzled Alex after being blown off by their Cloud Nine Mother. Bradford shoved them into the supply closet, crashing them into brooms and mops as they stared back at him rebelliously.

"Are you trying to embarrass me?" Bradford exclaimed, a vein popping from his neck as he stared the two boys down. "Your mother is already drunk off her ass and then I see you two running around like a bunch of hooligans while I'm accepting my award!"

"So you won?" Daniel asked, trying to deflect the issue.

"That's not the point!" Bradford yelled, his face red and eyes bulged at them, his finger wagging as well. "What the hell were you thinking!" He looked in Daniel's direction and he could tell that he was going to be solely blamed for the situation. He was always the one to blame and he was always the bad seed, the one to hate, the one who got in trouble when he wasn't even in the room.

"I was chasing Alex...It was my fault." Daniel admitted, half-lying just to be over with the whole ordeal.

"I knew it." Bradford sneered, grabbing Daniel's collar. "Go outside and wait for me...NOW!" Daniel ran out of the closet, tears streaming down his face and darting onto his suit as his tie flapped in the wind. Always him, always his fault, he always took the blame so that precious Alex wouldn't have a spot on his record with dear old dad. He was getting tired of covering for him and resentment was beginning to build. He ran out of the building and into the parking lot, crashing head on into a parked convertible. He looked up from the floor, feeling his head for the bump that was beginning to form, he saw the Raven looking down at him, her hand cupped around a clear bottle with a thin, shiny brown liquid in it.

"If you scratched my car I'm going to run you over...and over...and over.."

He got up quickly, shaking his head and sculpting his hair back to the perfect point. He smiled goofily, his sockets bulls eyed on her robust chest that seemed to be busting out of her dress. His mouth went wet and he felt a hand go up his head in a hard spark.

"Quit staring Wet lip!" She exclaimed, taking a hit from the brown bottle.

Daniel watched as the liquid traveled from the bottle to her lips, wetting the red lipstick a bit and leaving a trace of it on the bottle. "C-Can I have some?"

She looked down and scoffed. "How old are you?"

He smirked. "How old are you?"

He felt that same spark go up his neck and this time it hurt even more than the last time as if it left a mark. "I'm older...And that's all you need to know.."

"Are you as old as my mom?"

She moved her hand to hit him again and he braced himself, flying back into the car next to them as if he was preparing for her to wield a punch at him. "Get up." She ordered. He uncovered his eyes to see her outstretched hand towards him. He took her hand and hit heart nearly melted, her skin like touching a silk sheet that ran illegally deep. He pulled himself up and straightened his jacket. She handed the bottle over to him and he looked down at it, not even knowing what to do with it.

"Take it before I hit you again."

He snatched the bottle and lifted it to his mouth, still feeling the lingering presence of her red lips that once traced the circular opening. He gulped endlessly, not knowing whether it tasted bad or felt good but he did know he liked it.

"Hey hey Sippy Sippy..Your drinking like you have a life." She took the bottle back and leaned against the car, watching as he wiped the residual liquor from his mouth with the back of his hand. "What's up?"

"Nothing...It's just My dad...Bradford-"

"I know who your dad is..I work for his mistress."

"Mistress?" He asked a bit confused.

She covered her mouth and held up the bottle before tucking it into her purse. "Ooops...See what the sauce can do to you.."

"Did it make you so pretty?" He blurted out as if he were still a pre-prepubescent just wanting to get a peek.

"No...that was not Jack Daniel's that was George Tihishi PhD of St. Johns Cosmetics Center."

"What?"

"Never mind.."

"Can I have some more?"

"No...Why are you even out here?"

"The same reason you are...To get away from my brother?"

"Now what are you talking about?"

"When he ran up you walked away."

"That's because your brother smells like Gym socks and cologne."

"So you like me better?"

"Don't get too cocky..your not so far from Middle School Locker Room yourself." He shrugged and leaned against the adjacent car, trying to mock her mannerism seeing how she looked so adult-like, her heel against her tire as if to pop it. "So...Papa Meade what's he like?"

He looked up at her, an obvious boredom in her face as she asked. "He hates me...He always sides with Alex.."

"Gym Sock boy?"

"Yeah...God I hate being 15...I wish I were your age..."

"No you don't...I have a job, a bitchy boss, a buzz off of a 65 year old Scotch and I'm stuck at this damn function because my father wants to present a united front."

"Your dad's the Senator of New York?"

"Yup...Hip Hip Horary." She chanted unenthused with the situation.

"Do you have any siblings?"

"Yup...And she's a nutcase..."

"Really? My brother is a Goody-Two shoes..."

"Why don't you kick his ass?"

"My dad would-"

"Not now...After your dad dies or something and then just randomly kick his ass as pay back...that's what I did to my sister last week...She blamed me for everything because I was the oldest and she got me shipped off to boarding school in Paris. Darling New York is no place to become a young lady. Here's a piece of advice...Never run away...take a slice of humble pie, kiss your dad's wrinkled ass and stay under your mom's drunken muffin top and you'll never go wrong.."

"Really?"

"Trust me...I'm not 15 and I don't smell like Gym Socks." Daniel leaned over and sniffed her weirdly, nearly passing out when the fragrance filled his nostrils and his heart beat faster and faster just getting a whiff of her. Again, a sharp smack ran across his neck and up his head. "Another piece of advice..don't sniff people it's weird.. And nobody likes rich weird people...they like you rich but not weird..it cancels everything out."

"Can I have a kiss?" Daniel asked blankly, taking point from Alex. I mean...she was flirting with him right? He thought she was so he moved in, lips pursed and puckered. She moved her fist towards his lips, his eyes closed as she moved the side of her fist to his lips and moved it around as if to imitate real lips. She withdrew her hand when she saw Bradford step out on the corner. "Here comes your dad..."

Daniel's eyes snapped open from the fairytale he was in and turned to look at his father that had Alex behind him, coming towards the pair. She grabbed his shoulders and bent over, giving him frontal view of her goodies. "Now that you have a buzz...Go kiss some wrinkled ass and fantasize about kicking your brother's gay ass in the future."

"Gay? You think my brother's gay?"

"Trust me..I'm not 15 and I don't smell like Gym Socks."

Daniel smiled and turned back to see his father approaching fast. He took off, running up to him only to be screamed at. His peripheral view showed the Raven getting in her car and driving past. He shot her a look, and she smirked, mouthing the words Kiss Ass. He chuckled and Bradford mellowed, seeing how his yelling was having no affect on him. His attention was with the Raven as she pulled off into the distance, her convertible soon disappearing. By the time his attention was where it was suppose to be, his father was staring back at him blankly, awaiting a response.

"I apologize for ruining your night and not taking into consideration how important this event was for you. I know I'm a handful and I'll try harder I promise." Bradford stared at his son, awestruck with the ounce of humility that he had just shown. He calmed down, throwing an arm around both of his son's shoulders. L-Let's go back inside. That was all Daniel heard as he realized he had just figured out a way to deal with his father and just learned a life lesson. Never Run Away.

"Dad...Who was that woman?" Alex asked as they walked into the foyer.

"Oh her...Wilhelmina Slater...that's Ms. Sommers' assistant."

Wilhelmina. The name stuck in his head as he watched her black convertible spin around the block once more and her scotch bottle hang freely in her hand on the other side, defying any laws she knew about. She took a swig and winked at him from a far as he watched her through the window, the woman who just made his teen years a hell of a lot better. Wilhelmina...He liked Raven better.

NWJ

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