Sam's POV

I was sitting on my bed, peacefully strumming the bass line to Collide by Skillet, when that bitch next door decided to start pissing me off. Through the wall random crappy lyrics of Taylor Swift started penetrating my room. I set down my bass and walked over to my poster covered wall. The country tune and stupid lyrics started to make me sick to my stomach. I clenched my fist and banged it against Amy Lee's face.

"Turn down that fucking shit you call music!" I yelled before walking back to my bass and plugging it into my amp.

"It's a lot better then the crap you listen to!" the bitch yelled back before turning her music up louder. I turned on the amp and set it as loud as it could go without breaking and resumed playing again; if it is a war she wants then a war she'll get. I heard the music go out and her door slam. Within 20 seconds my door swung open and my bitch of a twin sister stood beneath the door frame, her eyes blazing with fury.

"What the fuck did you do to my speakers?" she questioned with spit flying form her mouth. I set down my bass on its stand and turned off my amp. I looked back at her and smiled innocently.

"Well maybe it was from the vibrations you send when you walk fat ass" I replied as I continued smiling at her.

"I'm smaller then you, you cow!" she screamed in rage. My smile disappeared into a snarl.

"You wish you had an ass like mine! Which is why I'm the only one getting some around here" I growled, my stare as cold as ice.

"At least I'm not a whore"

"Just get the fuck out of my room before you break anything else" I stated as I walked over to her. Our gazes locked, both of us wanting to kill the other.

"Not until you fix my damn stereo!" she snapped. The beginning cord of Driven Under by Seether cut me from saying anything else.

"Sorry, gotta take this" I sneered before pushing her out into the hall and closing the door in her face. I heard her yell something along the lines of bitch and whore but I ignored it. Instead I took out my Samsung Intensity II and slid it open; it was a text from Mitch.

Mitch 3:32 : Hey baby Stacy is having a party at her place tonight. Wanna go?

Sam 3:33 : Hell yeah! But ill have to ask my mom but I cant see her saying no

After I sent my replied I walked down stairs and saw my mom sitting in the recliner. Her blonde hair covered her blue eyes, making me unsure she was awake. She still looked good after having 3 kids; well maybe considering that she had Ali and I when she was 18 and then Emma when she was 21.

"Mom? Are you dead?" I joked as I walked over and poked her arm.

"No…Adam it's too early…" she murmured in her sleep; who the hell was Adam?

"Mom it's Sam!" I replied as I pushed her arm. Her eyes opened, exposing the sky blue eyes her and Ali shared.

"Oh…sorry Sam. What's up?" she asked as she rubbed the sleep out of her eyes.

"Mitch asked me to go to a party at Stacy's house" I replied, knowing that she'll say that I can go.

"Well you know how I feel about Stacy…you can go only if you bring your sister along" she replied after a few seconds of thinking.

"But mom! She is the biggest kill joy of a party ever!" I groaned; I absolutely hated having to tote the bitch from hell everywhere I go.

"I don't care. I just want you and your sister to stop fighting so much. Emma and I are tired of hearing you both screaming all night. If you don't take your sister than you can just stay home" she stated coldly. I groaned again and walked back up the stairs. I passed my room and went to the doorway of the bitch's room. She was lying on her bed scribbling into her journal…I'll be reading that later. She glanced up and glared at me.

"What the fuck do you want?" she growled.

"I'm going to a party tonight so that means you are too. Mitch will come and get us around 7" I sated before walking back to my room.

Ali's POV

I walked downstairs wearing black skinny jeans and a dark purple tank top to go with my black converse. Sam was sitting on the couch wearing a red and black plaid shirt that exposed a black camisole and a pair of skinny jeans and black converse hi-tops to go with.

"You know you need at least a B cup to wear something like that" she stated coldly before getting up and walking towards the house. Defensively I crossed my arms over my chest and followed her. She walked outside and climbed into the shotgun seat of a black Ford Explorer. I crawled into the back seat and got to see those two latch faces for God knows how long. Mitch pulled away and smiled, causing Sam to giggle and make me want to puke. Mitch turned and started the car. Sam put on the crap known as Three Days Grace and started singing along. I put in my head phones and started listening to Avril Lavigne.

"After about 10 minutes of driving, the truck came to a stop. Sam, Mitch and I got out and walked into the house, not a word spoken between us. The music was booming with people dancing near the speakers. A couple people were standing near the kitchen just talking. Without missing a beat, Sam pulled Mitch towards the speakers. Instantly they started grinding like most of the other people but were really going at it; God I was related to such a whore. I walked through the kitchen and out the back door and into the backyard. There was an old swinging bench that faced a lake and a view of the city in the distance. I smiled and sat down on the bench and looked at the few starts out in the night sky.

"Nice night isn't it?" a voice asked from behind. I jerked and saw a guy that was about 16 years old with straightened black hair and dark brown eyes. He was wearing an Avenged Seven Fold shirt, something that Sam would like, and a pair of black skinny jeans.

"Shit! You scared me!" I admitted. He flashed an adorable smile while stepping near me.

"Sorry. I'm Nico, Nico di Angelo" he said as he sat down next to me.

"Ali Langer" I replied before getting lost in his eyes. Without even thinking I linked lips with his. He was caught by surprised yet still kissed back. I slid my arms around his neck, loving every minute of it; no wonder Sam and Mitch do this a lot. Nico wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his lap. His hands slid under my tank top, feeling warm against my stomach. I pulled away but kept my forehead against his.

"Sorry…" he mumbled before attempting to withdraw his hands.

"Don't be…maybe we could go somewhere more…private…" I said before moving away and staring at him.

"Are you sure Ali?"

"Yes Nico… I am…" I murmured before getting up. Hi rose from the bench and walked back into the house. I followed and glanced back towards the speakers, noticing that Sam and Mitch were no longer attached at the waist dry humping each other. I shrugged and walked outside and waited for Nico. He pulled up in an old Mercedes and I climbed in. He drove until he got to an empty parking lot. He climbed into the back seat of the car and I hastily followed, completely surprised that I was doing this.

~1 ½ hours later~

We just lay in the backseat, not wanting to break the silence. My head was gently resting on his chest, being almost lulled to sleep by the sound of his heart beating. Nico's arm was still wrapped around my waist, his thumb slowly moving back and forth against my side.

"We should probably go… I don't want my mom to freak out when she finds me being dropped off past curfew" I said, looking up at Nico. He nodded and let go of me. We quickly got dressed and climbed back into the front seat. He drove me home with the aid of my directing skills. We pulled up to an unlit house, but Mitch's truck was a few houses behind us.

"This it?" Nico asked for confirmation.

"Yeah…thanks for this night. I had a lot of fun" I said before smiling at him.

"I guess I probably won't see you around" he stated, sparking my curiosity.

"Why?"

"Because I live in Long Island and go to…boarding school" he replied actually sounding somewhat upset.

"Alright…who knows, maybe I will see you again" I said before opening the door. I quickly kissed his cheek and hopped out of the car. I closed the door and ran to the backyard. Mitch was hanging halfway out the window, his face attached to Sam's; Mom must be asleep if he's climbing out the window. I climbed up the ivy that grew under my window and climbed into my room. I didn't even get five minutes alone to myself since Sam decided to walk into my room. She was wearing short black shorts and a dark blue camisole…when did she change into that?

"Who were you with?" she sneered, her eyes glinting evilly in the dark.

"I had to get a ride from someone at the party since you and Mitch decided to leave me there" I retorted as I closed my window and sat down on my bed. Sam watched my very move, as if taking notes on me. Instantly her eyes lit up and her smirk grew huge.

"Who did you fuck?" she questioned, catching me off guard.

"What are you talking about?"

"Your face is slightly flushed, you have messy hair and your tank top is on backwards. So who was he?" she sneered, her eyes staring deep into mine; she had caught me red-handed.

"Just get out of my room. I'll tell mom that you have been skipping class every month" I retorted. She glared and walked out, finally leaving me alone. I changed into a black tank top and plaid p.j shorts. I curled up in my bed and drifted into sleep and dreamt of Nico.