A/N Ok guys, this is literally my VERY first time doing this...so be gentle. Obviously...reviews are very welcome :)

I don't own anything...blah, blah, blah...enjoyyyyy :)

Song for this chapter is "I Wanna Be Sedated" by the Ramones...if you don't know it, download it ASAP.

"Honestly Maggie, I would love to know what posessed you to want to come to Ipshits…or whatever the fuck it's called for your 22nd birthday…we're from New York for Christ's sake, what the fuck are we going to do in the middle of no where???" Christine asked, pretty pissed off to have to take off from work for what is about to be the most boring weekend of her life…(or so she thought)

"Whatever Chris, my aunt is in the Bahamas, she's gone for the weekend…she said we could have the house, plus she told me that antiquing is very popular around these parts" Maggie answered in a sarcastic tone, but secretly she knew this was a BAD idea.

Maggie would come up here every single summer when she was a kid, the lakes, the forests, the acres upon acres for a kid to take advantage of is quite appealing when you are 7…but 22? Not quite.

You see, Maggie and I are from New York City. Now I don't like to brag, but you can have a heart to heart with a drag queen, get a psychic reading for 5 bucks from some crazy lady on a corner, get involved in a break dance competition while waiting for the subway and end the night bowling at 4am. (OK…we don't actually do all the stuff, but the point is WE COULD). But here? What the fuck are we going to do in Ipswich, Massachusets for 3 LONG days?

I tried so hard to convince her to go to Vegas for her birthday, to be honest, I think Vegas is the only place that could top the craziness that we're used to. BUT NO. Maggie didn't want to offend her Aunt when she practically begged her to come "house sit" on the weekend of her birthday. That's another thing, how do you ask your neice to come here for her birthday weekend? I bet the 2 of us are going to have lots of fun counting the cars pass by tonight…I'm putting my money on 6 TOPS

Ok, Ok I'll stop being negative for a second to discuss how ridiculously massive the house is. I think Maggie's Aunt got it confused when she asked us to come house sit, it's more like room sit considering one room is the size of my entire house. Maggie's aunt kind of struck gold when she was back in her 20's. Well not literally, but when you are 23 and you get some 87 year old, old money billionaire to fall in love with you, and he dies 6 months later…well yea, you just hit the jackpot. Since then, Maggie's aunt has lived in this 38 room (I will repeat 38 ROOM) mega mansion all by herself, which totally creeps me out, but whatever, this isn't about me. Now in the brilliant words of Kanye, I ain't sayin shes a gold digger...nevermind, that's exactly what I'm saying.

So it's 6pm on Friday night, we arrived about an hour ago after a gruelling 5 hour drive up from the city. God, I've only been away from those city lights for a few hours and I miss them so much. Yep…it's official, this is going to be the worst weekend of my life.

"Christine get off the fucking phone and help me carry these groceries in!!"

Oh, I forgot to mention…we get to the house STARVING, and her aunt was kind enough to leave us unsweetened iced tea and frozen grapes. A 38 room small country and she leaves us shitty iced tea and grapes, who does that?

We finally get everything inside and all I want to do is sleep. It's only 6:45pm on night 1 and I'm considering downing a bottle of nyquil and sleeping until Sunday.

After cooking a god awful meal and forcing it down our throats (neither one of us are the best chefs out there) we finally plop down in the sitting room to try to come up with a master plan to make this weekend successful.

"Mags, you came up here as a kid, you have to have some kind of idea of what there is to do" I asked her, hopeful she would turn my frown upside down.

She laughed at me…."Chris I stopped coming here when I was 13, now unless you want me to show you the creek around back where we could fish, I don't have the slightest idea"

I sat up, a determined look in my eyes.

"OK, heres the plan birthday girl…we are going to separate, you take the east wing, I'll take the west..we shower, we get dressed and we take this town by storm"

She had a confused, and fearful look in her eyes…I couldn't help but laugh.

"No seriously, lets just get out of this house on haunted hill before the walls start to bleed or something, we'll find some hole in the wall bar and get obliviated, after like the 6th shot of patron it'll feel like we're at Studio 54"

Considering she had no better suggestions, she obliged.

After walking into every room EXCEPT the bathroom, I finally found my way and started getting ready. I must say, the weather up there in the fall is really nice…and by really nice I mean great hair weather.

At around 10pm we were finally ready to go, Maggie looked adorable in black leggings a denim skirt and a button down, shes such a prep. I on the other hand decided ripped jeans and a tight black wife beater were the way to go…luckily the shirt made my boobs look big, even though they totally weren't…such an optical illusion.

Now, we could have easily hopped into one of her aunts many cars, my first choice would have been the Aston Matrin, my God was it beautiful…However, considering how drunk I plan on being in less than an hour, a cab was definitely the way to go.

"So where are you ladies off to tonight?" The cab driver inquired…

"Um, well…you tell me. Where does everyone go around here on a Friday night?"

He laughed, apprantly I wasn't all up on the Ipswich social scene.

"Darlin there's only one place to go if you want to have a good time around here…and that's Nicky's" he stated, matter of factly.

I looked at Maggie…then back at our driver.

"Well birthday girl, it looks like we're going to Nicky's"

After about 20 minutes we pulled up to what appeared to be a brick wall and a bottle collectors wet dream.

"Hey Darlins', I hope you dont mind I'm dropping you off at the back. I have to head the other way and going around front with all the cars and drunk assholes will be too much of a headache"

Drunk assholes...now's hes speaking my language.

"It's no problem, thanks for the tip...I hope you're right about this place!!"

I tossed him and a 20 and me and Maggie stepped out of the car. Obviously, we waited a few minutes to reapply our lip gloss and check our hair. As I was waiting for Maggie to stop hogging the mirror, a door flew open and 2 handsome, wait I take that back...2 HOT guys walked outside.

"Caleb, it was a fucking joke. So the strings on her shirt ACCIDENTALLY came undone, she's the town slut anyway...it's not like we all havent seen that before" The blonde argued, trying to hold back his laughter, but it was obvious he couldn't.

"Reid, I don't know how many times I have to fucking tell you. Okay, no one saw this time, but eventually someone will...and don't you think people are going to think it's a little odd when your eyes all of a sudden turn black you moron"

Me and Maggie stood there, we arent the most conspicuous when it comes to spying...but whatever, this seemed like a juicy fight.

"Why would his eyes turn black" Maggie whispered to me

At the same time, the 2 guys turned and looked at us like they both just saw a ghost...okay, we were caught.

There was an awkward silence as the 4 of us stared at each other...no one really knowing what to say, so I spoke up..."Well, it seems you 2 are in the middle of some type of lovers quarrel, we'll leave you alone" I smirked, grabbing Maggies hand and we headed towards the front entrance.

"This ain't no lovers quarrel, but if you want a lover's quarrel baby..I do like it rough"

With our backs turned we couldn't be certain which one of the 2 made that statment...but I had a pretty good idea.

I turned around and smiled once more, before we disappeared around the corner and headed for the infamous Nicky's.