A/N: Okay its official almost all of my recent ideas have come to me in the shower, freaky. Well, this is the end of my one shot streak. I have no idea where this is going to go but I promise it will get somewhere!!!!!! Dallas is ten years old and is living in New York with his parents, just clearing that up. Hope you like it please read and review!!

Chapter 1: Grounded for Life

I was bored. And when I was bored I looked in the mirror, I wasn't conceited I just liked seeing how much I changed if not at all. I had blonde almost white hair just like my mother, but mine was so long it fell over my forehead in wisps and kicked out in the back. My hair was my pride, I couldn't have much but I could have hair, it was pretty tuff. My blue eyes were soft and caring, but anyone that knew me real well saw that little hint of hardness that showed every once in awhile.

"Hey anybody home!?" Mikey hollered sticking his head in our front door.

"Dallas is in his bedroom." My mom told him over the noise of the television.

Mikey walked in and sat on my bed and ran his hand through his shaggy brown hair. "So I was thinking of doing something. Movie maybe?"

"Get kicked outta your house again?" I asked turning around and leaning on the wall.

Mikey had been my best friend for about two years now, and he practically lived at my house. His family ain't the friendliest folks in the world, and he can never do anything right in their eyes.

He just looked at his dirty sneakers, swinging his feet back and forth. He was a little sensitive about the whole situation.

"Hey kid, I didn't mean anything by it. Ya dig?" I sat down next to him and playfully punching him in the arm.

"Yeah I know. Well at least this time I got some of their money before they told me to scram." He smiled slyly pulling a ten dollar bill out of his pocket.

I raised my eyebrows so they disappeared under my bangs. I knew we were both thinking the same thing, that's what best friends do. "Let's go out." I said smiling.

"Ma, were going out." I said walking through the living room.

"Okay Hun, just be back in time for dinner." She said but we were already out the door.

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When you're ten and live in New York City there's not much you can do for fun that won't get you into a lot of trouble. Drugs, sex, parties, and booze. That's all, not the most child friendly games and toys but what do they expect us to do. Sit around and play checkers? I think not. Some people think were living too fast, and growing up too young but the truth is, were just trying to have some fun.

"I heard Johnny James' parents are out of town and he's throwing a party." Mikey piped up after we walked around aimlessly for awhile.

"Perfect, we defiantly won't get bored." I smirked and we turned the corner onto Sixth Street.

Everyone knew that J.J. Thomas had the tuffest parties, all the chicks and booze you could ever ask for. The kid had connections and knew how to use 'em.

We could hear the ear splitting sound of the radio before we even reached his Brownstone. J.J. answered the door when we knocked.

"Hey man, how you doing. I had a feeling you two would show up tonight." He said slapping our hands. I couldn't tell if J.J. was already stoned or not but I could never tell with him, he was always animated.

"We got ourselves a couple lookers tonight. I'll hook ya'll up if you want." He said taking us inside. I could barley hear him over the music, but I managed.

As I looked around all of the girls looked at least 4 years older then us, but that had never stopped anything from happening before.

I saw the broad Ebony that I had been with a few weeks ago. She was 16, and was under the impression I was 14. I couldn't stand that tramp, but when I get drunk things happen.

One of her friends, a littler one was looking my way. Boy was she a tuff looker. I gave her my favorite smile 'cause I knew if a girl gave me a smile like that, it'd keep me wanting more. She had long auburn hair, that really brought out those tuff green eyes. She smiled back, I still had my touch.

Mikey caught me checking her out and dared me to go over and talk to her. I never had a problem with confronting real cute girls, but I never really was good at saying the right thing.

I strutted my way over there, making sure she noticed me before I appeared before her.

"Hey hun, want an easy 5 bucks?" I winked at her.

"You're gross Winston." Ebony put her hands on her hips, real tough.

"You didn't seem to think so last week." I licked my lips, seeing the look of anger on her face. I loved my ability to get under people's skin, in a non literal way of course.

"Don't worry Ebony, I can take care of him myself." The cute one said bitingly.

"So how about giving it a go?" I suggested, making it sound like I was test driving a new car.

"You're gross Dally." She said pouring half her water bottle over my head.

"Hey!" I yelled grabbing the now half full water bottle. I took the rest of it and threw it over her white blouse. "I love a wet t-shirt contest!" I told her grabbing her hand, and we headed upstairs.

And Mikey was left standing there dumbfounded. He headed over to the cooler and grabbed as many beers that would fit in one hand.

Mikey walked up to Ebony "Hey wanna go join 'em?" linking arms with hers.

She smiled seductively and they headed up stairs.

"Party time kids!!" Mikey shouted bursting into the bedroom.

Usually I wasn't into doing things like this with my best friend, but under certain circumstances I guess I could let it slid.

A few drinks later and there wasn't an item of clothing on a body.

Even more drinks later and there wasn't a body that wasn't on top of another.

Half an hour later and I was already regretting it. I could still feel the beer infecting my brain, that's why I guess I didn't scream for Mikey to stop moaning.

I hate when people make a lot of noise, it distracts me… it's all much harder then it looks.

Movies and those junkie things always sugarcoat things like this. Of course I have no problem with a little sugar on top.

XXX --------- sex (tee hee)

When I woke up in the middle of the night I couldn't even hear the music on anymore. All I heard was a frantic J.J downstairs calling out mine and Mikey's name.

I sit up and see some girl next to me; I wonder what her name was. I didn't let the fact that I never got her name dwell on my consciences.

"Mikey!" I screamed "Mikey get your ass up, we have to leave" I shouted throwing on pants.

I couldn't get them past my thighs and that's when I realized they weren't mine.

"Fuck" I mumbled throwing on a shirt.

Mikey was just as quick as I was, we both knew how dead we were going to be.

As we ran out the door Mikey stopped me.

"What is it?" I asked bothered.

"One last look, please Dally?" Mikey begged of me.

I took a glance back at them before responding "Let's make it a long look."

We were royally screwed when we walked into my house. I was hoping that my parents would be sleeping, but the Winston luck only gets you so far and it usually only works with girls.

"Where in God's name have you been?!" My dad shouted as we stumbled into the living room.

"The movie ran late, sorry it won't happen again." Good save Winston, good save.

"You left at three in the afternoon, ITS FOUR IN THE MORNING!!!! How long was could one movie be?!" My mom shrieked.

"Nightly double" Which really wasn't a lie,

"Literally" Mikey mumbled under his breath.

I tried my hardest not to laugh but it was too damn funny. I burst out loud and almost pissed my pants.

"You think this is funny young man! Go to your room and think about what you did¦..THE BOTH OF YOU!"

A/N: This is dedicated to my Honey Bear (aka UBERXCOOL) who helped me write the entire party scene. Or dirty minds mesh well together, what can we say.