"That's it Otto". Cassidy yelled. "Not again. I'm leaving," She turned on her heel and Ran out of their shared bedroom. An 18 year old Otto lay on his bed, with a cute redhead next to him. Cassidy clashed around in the room next door; plucking out her c.ds, her books, all the thing's that had culminated in their shared living room. In fairness, for two 18 year olds, their apartment wasn't that bad. Two bedroom, living room, decent sized bathroom and kitchen. Cassidy's ear pricked up when she heard screaming coming from the other bedroom.

Meanwhile, Otto and the girl were still laid on the bed. The girl shot up.

"You have a girlfriend! You said at the club you didn't have a girl! Ugh, you're disgusting!" She shrieked.

"I don't want her though, I want you!" He said, feeding her the same line he'd fed about 3 other girls. It didn't work for this one though. She raised her arm and slapped him with all the force she could muster.

"You're disgusting," she said, pulling up her jeans and dashing out of the apartment. Cassidy was in Anna's room, lifting her out from her cot.

"Shhhh," she shushed, rocking her side to side. She put her in her stroller, collected her things in the baby bag, picked up her own bags and left.

"Wait, where are you going? You can't just leave with my baby!" Otto asked, grabbing hold of Cassidy.

"Get off of me. I'm going to my mom's house. And I will bloody well take the baby. Which one of us spent 9 hours in labour with her? Who stayed in and watched her whilst the other went out and got pissed with their stupid friends. Me, Otto. Me!" She said to her slightly inebriated boyfriend. He had, indeed, spent his evening in the Icon club with his friends having a few beers and chatting up the hottest girls. He'd got better looking over the years. His hair had grown, his eyes became deeper. He'd matured in so many ways. Then he got with Cassidy and after that party, baby Anna was conceived. It fucked up his life. He wanted to go to college, get some kind of qualification, and make something of himself. Ray kicked him out of the house so he had to find some kind of apartment big enough for his family. So he felt he deserved to get wrecked sometimes. He needed a life of his own.

He watched her walk away, pushing the buggy in front of her the lugging the bags behind into the elevator. Then she was gone. Otto slowly shuffled back into his flat. It was quiet. Too quiet. No baby screaming. No Cassidy screaming. He sat and stared at the blank TV, before picking up his cell. And hitting speed dial.

"Hey, Twist, Wanna cum out tonight?" Otto said to his still best friend.

"Sure!" said Twister, who, being a few months younger than Otto, had just turned 18, and was eager to put his ID to use. Not that Otto hadn't snuck his drinks before, but that was a totally different story. Otto grabbed his leather jacket and headed out to Icon, set to get wasted.

Notes

Gee, drunken/Obnoxious Otto is fun to write

Yes, yes, yes, I know its soooooooooooo short but it's only the first chapter and it midnight and im tiiiiiiired. So more laters. And review damn you just click that button down there and R-E-V-E-I-W.