Title: For Always And Forever (Formerly Damn Rough Night)
Summary: "How did Bloom and Andy ever meet anyway? Well, there was a party, drinking, drugs…and a rough night in general. How did they break up? That's an even more complicated story."
Rating: T for swearing and mentioning of general inappropriateness
Chapters: 11 (no prologue or epilogue)
Pairings: Gardeniashipping, some implied Roxy/Rio later on
Spoilers: None; we're in prequel territory baby; though Season 4 characters show up
Suggested Listening: Each chapter is based on a different song, hence it's name. Check out the end of each chapter for the song, and give them a listen if you really want to get into this.
A/N (2.19.15): Some new formatting has occurred, grammatical errors fixed (his name was spelled Rio not Ryo? Why was I never informed?), some improved plot points, and putting the story in continuity so it fits in with the overall Winx timeline. 2004 references ho! (and non-canonical last names; sue me)

"It's a party, Andy. You have to come."

"It's Mitzi's party, so forget it."

Rio Sanchez rolled his eyes at his best friend of seven years. "Come on, there's gonna be football, music, swimming, more hot girls than we can count…"

"So in other words it's just like those dreams you have after long days of failing to impress girls?"

"It's the entire class on Mitzi's freaking huge estate! Forget about the girls; how about the dream of getting our band started?"

With those words Andy finally opened his right eye to look at his friend. He seemed a little blurry; whether it was from not wearing his glasses or the fact he was on a high branch in the oak tree in his yard he wasn't sure. He needed to get those contact lenses, but the idea of getting up five minutes earlier everyday and not being able to rub his eyes was off-putting.

"Look," he said, closing his eye again, "until Mark can learn to properly play base to Ocean Avenue, I say we have no band."

A pinecone made contact with his head. "Will you please just stuff it and come? It's the first major party of sophomore year, and considering we're in high school now, we need social reputation. You're the one who didn't want to spend the year eating at the corner tables again; why would you bail?"

"I repeat; Mitzi's party. That girl is the definition of the word 'bitch', and I refuse to spend the night listening to her flirt with me and tell me how, like, totally cool my shoes are," he imitated her high, nasally voice.

Rio grinned at him. "I'll keep you safe from her; I promise. Come on, Mark's got his driver's license and Roxy wants to go to the party." Mark was a year older than Andy and Rio were, having been held back in the second grade. And Roxy did love parties…well, she'd been a bit more outgoing ever since she'd dyed her hair pink (she'd lost a bet, but ended up liking the color and keeping it. Her father Klaus was surprisingly cool with it). Andy missed her old dark brown color, but the new look suited her. Plus the swimming was intriguing; pretty soon it'd be too cold (you already couldn't go into the ocean without a wetsuit on).

Andy opened his eye again to look at Rio. "Besides the swimsuit option, do I need to change clothes?"

"Nope. You look fine."

He nodded, picking a leaf off his bleached-stained jeans. "Is there going to be Nickelback music?"

"I doubt it."

"If I get drunk, Mark drives us home?"

"Yes."

Andy paused for a second. "Buy me a Lamborghini?"

Rio laughed a little. "Dream on."

"Worth a try," With that, Andy opened his other eye and sat up, his dark blue Abercrombie hoodie falling off the branch and plummeting back to earth. He reached over to a nearby branch, and grabbed a hold of the rope that supported the tire swing Andy's father had put up when he was a kid. He got a tight grip and let go of the tree branch, falling a story and a half to the ground. He forced his weight up so he just missed the ground and started gaining momentum again. Just as he reached the arch of the swing (several feet off the ground), Andy let go of the rope, and fell right onto his trampoline. He gracefully took two long stride-bounces before hopping off and landing on the grass. "When does the party start?"

Rio spent a second gawking at him before he shook his head. "You're crazy."

"What that? You should see me after a can of Red Bull," he replied, grabbing his jacket off the ground. "So when do we leave?"

"Mark should be here in an hour."

"I never got how Mitzi owns this huge place," Roxy Morgan said, tracing patterns in the window of Mark's dark blue Escalade (his parent's actually; heaven knows six dollars an hour at the ice rink couldn't pay for a car like that). "What do her parents do?"

"Who knows, and who cares," Mark replied, pulling up to the front of the house, "I like to focus on the simple things in life like reality T.V. and twice baked potatoes."

Roxy, Andy, and Rio all exchanged a glance. It was unknown where Mark's love of twice baked potatoes came from, but it was evident if they ever ran out, he would go insane. "We understand your addiction," Rio said sarcastically, "We're trying to help you Mark, but not many physiatrists specialize in vegetable obsession."

Mark rolled his eyes, shutting off the car. "You are so hilarious."

"The next Jeff Dunham," he replied, wiggling his eyebrows before stepping out of the car, slinging his brown leather jacket over his shoulder.

"Somehow I doubt it," Roxy muttered quietly as she got out the car.

"Shh…let's let him have his dream for at least another year. Then we'll begin crushing it like horrible friends," Andy smirked, getting out of shotgun.

"Yeah, but what if his jokes get good during that time?"

Roxy and Andy looked at each other for a second before cracking up. "Yeah right," Andy said between chuckles.

"What are you two talking about?" Mark asked, coming around their side of the car.

"Nothing," the two responded simultaneously.

"Liars," Mark smirked. "Come on, we're going be worse than fashionably late."

"Fine with me," Andy muttered, but he still followed Mark and Rio inside the fancy doors of the house.

The party was already in full swing when the four stepped inside. The only lights were the flashing neon ones where a makeshift stage had been put together. Right now, there was a girl with blond hair up there doing karaoke to a JoJo song. People were gathered around the stage, bouncing to the beat (drinks in hand), and others were mingled around the large room, some talking, some laughing, and some making out. In fact, just glancing around, it seemed like the whole house was jam packed with teenagers; not just the main room, but the each nook to the right and left. They might have been a living and dining room, but it was impossible to tell right now. And from the huge bay window, Andy could clearly see the pool out back, which was also full of high school kids.

"You think it's just the freshman and sophomores?" Rio shouted to his friends over the noise of the crowd.

"Probably," Mark called back, "Gardenia High has fifteen hundred students, and half of that is seven hundred fifty, and considering the size of the house and the amount of people that Mitzi would invite from her 'cool kid' list…maybe two hundred?"

Everyone stated at him. "Dude," Rio said, "It was a rhetorical question."

"Oh. Right…"

"Oh my god, Andy! I was hoping you'd be here!"

"Here we go," Andy muttered as he and his friends did a one-eighty. They found Mitzi, wearing a very short black skirt and a green cami top, grinning with her bleached white teeth. She had a beer in her hand, and was flanked by her clique, led by Elle (also in a very revealing outfit). Though there was a slightly ridiculous amount of glitter caked on her face, Mitzi seemed to think she was the light of the party; though with the reflect element, she was probably a disco ball.

Her dark eyes raked quickly off Roxy, Mark, and Rio and came to rest on Andy. "I am so glad you decided to come. First high school party, so I wanted everyone here. My 'rents are out of town, so…you know."

"Yeah…" Andy said, trying to sound interested, "It's a great place you've got here."

"I know. And, oh my god, you shoes are totally cool!"

Rio had somehow gotten hold of a plastic cup full of beer from the time they'd entered the house to now. He almost spit it out when he heard Mitzi say exactly what Andy had mimicked earlier. "How sweet."

"Thanks, Mitzi. Anyway, I think I'm gonna hit the pool."

"You totally should. I was just headed there."

A girl with black hair looked confused. "What? I thought we were going to go dance?"

Elle quickly jabbed her. "What?" she said in sugar-coated sweetness with a dark grin, "No we weren't. Don't you remember, Miranda?"

It took the girl a full four seconds to register what Mitzi was trying to do. "Oh yeah, we were."

"She's had a few too many," Mitzi quickly filled in, giving Miranda a 'you're-so-dead' look. "We'll see you out at the pool."

"Sure. Just let me grab a drink."

Apparently satisfied, Mitzi quickly turned and started making her way through the crowds. "Oh my god," she was already changing topics, "Guess which loser redhead showed up with Anna?"

"No way! You mean –" the rest of the conversation was lost in the noise.

"Well, I take it we're staying away from the pool?" Mark asked.

"Indeed we are," Andy replied, heading for the built-in bar by the makeshift stage. He grabbed two of the newly beer-filled cups. "So who's got a plan for staying away from her," he asked, passing a drink to Mark before turning and grabbing another for Roxy.

"Drown her?" his pink-haired friend suggested.

"No."

"Aww come on, it's not that bad of an idea," Mark said absently, "It can't be that bad."

"No, not that. The sink…I mean, drink. Don't drink it."

Andy looked over at Rio. "Are you ok, man?"

"No," he replied, gripping the counter. He looked pale. "Something's not right. I feel…weird. Bad weird, not drinking weird."

Roxy raised an eyebrow. "Maybe you just can't take the alcohol?"

"No. I got tipsy at my cousin's wedding in June and it felt nothing like this."

To their left, a an older blonde girl (probably a sophomore) approach the counter. She glanced at the drinks before carefully picking a solo cup and taking a careful sip. She gave a slight nod in approval before noticing them, her face twisted in a sly grin. "Y'all alright?"

Mark had just taken a sip from the red plastic cup. His face twisted, and he shoved the drink down with some difficulty. "What's in this?"

"Dunno" she replied, sounding flippant, "Some of the asshole from North Shore Tech are here, and they love spiking the drinks for the unsuspecting newbies."

Andy and Roxy exchanged a glance. North Shore Tech was the rich private school in Gardenia; as annoying as the kids in the public high school were, everyone seemed to ban together against the rich Southern California suburbia kids that drove Bentleys and had all designer label closets. And the other thing they could agree to was the fact something like spiking drinks for shits and giggles was right up their alley.

Andy glanced down at his drink. He'd tried to ignore the bitter taste and as a result had had half his drink to simply finish it off. "Isn't that illegal? What even is it?"

The girl shrugged. "Don't know, don't really care. It won't kill you, I'm sure. But you'll learn to be more careful. No cups that taste weird or have a sharpie mark on them."

Rio lifted his cup. The bottom had a black X written in sharpie. "Pete's sake…"

"Okay," Roxy started, "But –"

"Sorry kiddos; can't help you." With that, the blonde turned and headed over to a group of kids with multi-colored hair.

It was silent for a few seconds besides the music and the sound of crunching plastic as everyone glanced at the bottom of their cups. "Ok," Mark said after a moment, "We just don't drink any more of it."

"Yeah," Roxy added, trying to sound hopeful. "How bad could it be?"

"We're dead," Rio said instead, trying to straighten up but only getting about eighty percent there. "Let's go find a quiet place to sleep this off."

"I can let you back in the car," Mark said, fishing in his pocket for the keys. "Andy? Roxy?"

"I feel alright," Roxy said, though Andy noticed her voice wavering slightly. "I'll stay for a bit, and let you know when you get back."

Mark looked skeptical, but nodded. "Andy?"

"…I'll stay with Roxy" Andy said, ignoring the odd pounding in the back of his head and the way his arms felt lighter. Suddenly, the dance floor looked like so much fun. "Wanna hit the dance floor for a bit?"

"Sure," she agreed.

"Alright. I'm heading back to where we parked. Be careful, you guys, okay?"

"Don't worry. We'll…be fine."

Andy woke up the next morning to sunlight blinding him and his head pounding. He shoved a pillow over his eyes and sighed in bliss at the darkness that fell over his closed eyelids. So my drink was spiked after all…suppose I owe Mark an apology…

Mark. He remembered talking to him before he and Rio headed to the car. But after that…why couldn't he remember anything? And why was there a pillow anywhere at Mitzi's house?

It took a second to actually register he was in a bed. Looking around, he could only guess he was in one of Mitzi's guest rooms. The place was actually really nice looking with white walls, dark wood furniture, green bedding and pillows. However, multiple plastic cups littered the floor, and just outside the window there was a line of toilet paper, which took away from the royal feel of the room. The next thing Andy noticed after he sat up was that it was freezing in the room. But looking down, his jaw dropped to find he wasn't wearing a shirt. He quickly reached down, and was relieved to find he still had his jeans on. However, they were partially unzipped, and his fear came right back. "What the hell happened?" he muttered to himself, fulling sitting up to get out of the bed.

And was again shocked.

In the bed next to him was a girl. From the way she had the sheets around her body, it didn't look like she had a top on. She was a redhead, she was good looking, and looked to be in a dead sleep.

Andy had no idea who she was.

And as if that weren't enough, she suddenly yawned and opened her eyes.

I guess I had a damn rough night; I'm still piecing it together,
There's a girl in my bed, and I haven't even met her…

Damn Rough Night (Artist vs. Poets)