I don't really sit down and just write. I can't, I seem to have some strange inability to ever sit still. So anything I ever write is scenes because that's all I can ever manage in one sitting and I also mainly write everything at about two in morning, because as usual I'm having all manner of freaky night terrors and shit.

So I've have begun to compile a set of scenes. 26 scenes hopefully by the end of this venture, as these are all the little tidbits that just didn't have the longevity to make it to a full blown fic.

So I'm going to try my hand at different genres, different points of view, and some other third thing.

Also who else is like pisisng them selves with excitment for Harry Potter? Seriously, friday, 8pm, OMG!

Though my happiness is slightly damped by Aiden Grimshaw's sudden exit from X factor. I weep for the quiff.

II

A is for Alcoholic Influence

II

Jade West, as much as she would hate to admit it, was a complete and utter lightweight.

Much to Beck's amusement of course, downing a couple of Breezers knocked the spunk out of his girlfriend, replacing said spunk, with something else. That something else was was of course a verbal onslaught of Jade vocalising her inner most thoughts.

The party whilst in full swing, was still infant in its life span, as it continued to play out into the early hours. Chaos had descended upon the Vega household in a crescendo of bright streamers, strobe lighting and blind snogging. The press of alcohol fuelled adolescents all mindlessly jostling and crushing together had become too much and the half-sober couple had escaped onto the grassy verge outside Tori's house.

Though half-sober was a slight miscalculation. Beck equalled Jade on the alcoholic consumption front; he just handled his booze a lot better.

The air outside was cooler, feeling like a ten-degree drop from the moist atmosphere of the party. Tori's house was located in a neighbourhood perched at the top of a hill. An empty slipway of green had been left as the gradient was far too steep for development, and a grassy tongue spilled down the hillside, revealing a glorious view of the city's twinkling lights and their rivals in the night sky.

Apparently though, housing was not the only thing that had held up the white flag to gravity. Jade's balance had too surrendered. The only thing stopping her from face planting into the soft grass and continuing her tottering, six-inch steps; was the slender milk arm nestled in Beck's.

'Please don't let go,' Jade demanded woozily.

'Come on babe, just lose the shoes,' implored Beck, for not the first, but the sixth time in their short journey.

Jade shook her head vigorously, and the lost focus on her steps caused her to tighten her already wrought grip on Beck's arm.

'Why not?'

'Cause - they're, kinda borrowed,' Jade's usual sober conviction was missing.

'Borrowed?' Beck asked

'Yeah - burrowed,' Jade's mispronunciation made Beck smile.

'Burrowed - ah, so small rodents were involved - it all becomes clear,' he teased, earning a light slap to the wrist, of course this movement meant that Jade had to disconnect their grip, and gravity quickly took hold.

From the floor, Jade mumbled 'Well I wouldn't say Vega's a small rodent.'

'Jeez, fuck - this!' She announced, rising with a mix of trepidation and Beck's hand before kicking the heels high into the air.

'They looked better on Vega anyway.' She mumbled under her rum scented breath.

The edge of a song, some mainstream trash with a pounding beat, floated across the light breeze, and in mismatched steps, Jade began to twirl, leaving Beck to watch her from above.

'Do you know how much I fucking love you?'

'How much?' Beck left out the expletive, unlike his girlfriend; he always found the words to leave a bad taste in his mouth.

'To the moon and back' Jade wildly motioned to the sky, spinning and knocking her self over, splaying out across the dewy grass.

Suddenly aware of the alcoholic effect on his girlfriend's consciousness, Beck dropped to her level to check that, one she was actually still breathing, and two that the smile that had spread across her face wasn't just a mirage.

'I still love you Beck, even though I'm plastered.' Little hiccups scattered through Jade's dialogue.

Beck laughed before asking 'Is that so?'

Jade twisted round to answer him, lacing her arms round his neck and kissing him fully, pressing herself to his warmth and then untangling in shallow breaths.

'I am so fucking gazeboed!' Jade announced loudly to the stars.

'Gazeboed?'

'Fine, bushed - smashed - crashed. Happy?'

'Utterly,'

'Butterly - ho shit, you speak funny,'

'Says the gazeboed girl.'

Jade decided the conversation on her 'gazeboed' state was far better answered with the warm press of her lips on his. Of course, she now thought that it would be nice to end every conversation with a kiss, but considering it again, it was probably an unsavoury resolve. Sinjin had too been invited to the party.

Beck cut off Jade's alcoholic thoughts.

'In hindsight, you could just use anything to say you're drunk.' He chuckled. 'Donkeyed, or perhaps marshmallowed.'

'You are so shit eagled too.'

'Ah the lady's whit emerges,' Beck chuckled.

'Two can play this game, Shakespeare.' Jade pouted whilst softly poking Beck in small triumph.

'Beyond Harried,'

'Very topical - smash horse faced,'

'Love shacked,'

'Daft punked,'

'Properly flowered,'

'De-flowered,' Jade smirked with a wiggle of her pierced brows.

'Coli-flowered' Beck countered as their laughter rose up in the dark summer air.

'Completely and utterly fuck faced'

'Nice'

'Ha- oh it is' Jade's eyebrows continued to jiggle suggestively.

'You dirty, dirty girl'

Jade suddenly decided that by some mysterious force she had miraculously sobered up. Unfortunately she was wrong. On rising from her star-facing position, the world took a sudden lurch. Trying, but failing to hide her loss of coordination with a flick of her streaked hair and a continued brow jiggle, she held out an unsteady hand to Beck.

'Care to join me in getting further spello-taped?'

'I would love nothing more babe,'

Accepting Jade's hand he pulled himself up, and deciding that for both their safety, it was probably better if he was to carry Jade. Enfolding her waist in his arms, he lifted her up in a single deft movement.

Though she might not have been able to resist, she did question his actions.

'Is this your attempt at displaying masculinity?'

'No my dear, you are hammered and way too incapacitated to even walk,'

'No shit Sherlock,'

Chuckling, he started to make his meandering way up to the house, a beacon of faintly pounding music and strobe lightings, illuminating the way. With Jade in his grip, her arms flung around his neck and her legs wrapped around his waist in some reverse piggyback, she deliriously whispered, 'I still fucking love you.'

Beck paused, kissing her in full, then replying in a similar hushed fashion 'And I still love you, no matter how gazeboed you are' before continuing their ascent to the party.

II

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Tori woke up in confusion.

One, she was quite sure her face had been smashed in; because the splitting headache was like a porcupine was tap-dancing in her brain. Wait did I really just think that. Inwardly she cursed all the beer gods, though she really doubted they had a deity for booze.

And two she was in a kiddie pool. In the middle of her living room. Oh. My. God.

André emerged from the kitchen, thankfully clothed; the vision of sanity and looking for all the world as fresh as a daisy.

'My brain hurts,' she whined, grinding her forehead with the heel of her hand and exiting the rubber ring with surprisingly steady legs before collapsing on the couch.

'Hangover huh?' He was acting annoyingly pepped. Jeez Louise I'm becoming Jade.

Tori, deciding to avoid her porcupine metaphor, simply questioned his lack of said hangover.

'You know, just being awesome,'

'Lucky ducky,' Tori jabbed at André's head in a mock attempt to make him feel her pain.

'Nah kidding, just bacon and a shit load of painkillers. You want some?'

'Is the bacon shaking?'

'Oh it's a'shakin','

André crossed the myriad of mess back to the kitchen and Tori could soon hear the splatter of oil and fat and oh so wonderful meat.

'Where's everyone else?' Tori moaned. There was a crack of light poking from behind a curtain, which was making the porcupine dance faster.

'I think I last saw Robbie on the front lawn, before Trina, well you don't want to know.' André shuddered at the memory before continuing.

'Cat went home with Charlie Glover. And I think I saw Beck and Jade disappear into your room.' He looked up from the sizzling meat to give her a sympathetic look.

'Jeez not my bed.' Tori moaned at the thought. She'd have to sleep on the couch. Or in Trina's room. No, definitely the couch…

Said couch was poking her in an oddly hard manner. Reaching round she fished out a small pink square of plastic. From the sea of glittery stickers she guessed it was Cat's camera.

After a few jabbed attempts at getting the right button Tori eventually selected playback. Intermittent giggles escaped her lips as she scrolled through the night's photographic evidence, finding amusement in the pictures of Cat filling the kiddie pool with what looked like grape soda. So that's where it came from. She suddenly stopped. A sickening look of utter horror washed over her face,

'Hoooly crap,'

Tori looked sick. The combination of Tori, a camera and a horrified face worried André greatly. He quickly crossed the chaos streamers and empty bottles to be at her side.

'What up?'

'I think. I think I might have photographed Jade smiling.'

Andre took a quick glance at the small plastic screen, before his face too mirrored Tori's.

'Well shizzle my dizzle'

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Oh how I adore underage drinking. Jokes of course. Too many bad memories to even justify that statement. Jade gets off lucky.

Shizzle my dizzle is actually like my favourite phrase ever. It's like a vocal version of the awkward turtle. The awkward -suggestive- turtle.

Haha, I might be the only one, but I can so see Trina seducing cough-forcing-cough Robbie into a 'friends with benefits' arrangement.

Reviews and comments are greatly appreciated. Also suggestion for letters G onwards would be uh-mazing.