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Yay! Just realised, I do own Missi and for this chapter only Sasha. Cool

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"Are y'all ready for this?" Missy asked, bouncing about Callie's room, ending by jumping onto her bed and falling off.

"You know it," Callie said, moving her pony from the back of her head to the side.

"This party is going to be so awesome!" Missy squealed. She suddenly jumped up and began dancing, even though the room was totally silent.

"Sometimes I wish you'd not come up here from Jamaica for the summer." Callie said, good-naturedly.

"Yeah, well I'm here to stay, so get used to it," Missy said, sashaying out of the bedroom door.

"Mom, we're going" Callie yelled. Her mom came bounding downstairs after them.

"Not so fast!" She said "I want the rules, o.k." she said, folding her arms.

"Right, right, no drinking, no smokings, back at midnight, don't bring anyone home. Got It!" Callie said, grabbing the keys to a silver bug outside. She and Missy walked out side onto the beach whilst a totally blonde cutie ran up to Callie.

"Hey cutie," he said cheerily, wrapping his arms round her waist like an octopus.

"Wow girl! How'd you snag a guy like that, y'know, looking like you do?"

"Mean," Callie stated, whacking Missy with her free arm. They may get down each others throats on her rare visits but they did love each other. With Missy living down in Jamaica with her mom and dad, Cassie's mom's brother, she hardly ever saw her. She missed her long, black braided hair, that clicked whenever she moved, and the fact that no matter how nasty she was to her, they were always best friends. All three of them hopped into the silver bug and started down the road.

"So what you planning on doing tonight then," Missy asked Bradin.

"I don't know; probably just hang about in the shadows feeling uncomfortable. Parties like this don't really happen in Kansas." He answered, staring out of the window. He was right, parties like this just didn't happen in Kansas. Even if they had been going on, he wouldn't have known, his dad had been way too strict to let him out to any decent parties.

"Wish I could say the same about Jamming' Jamaica. There are parties every other weekend!"

"Hmmmm," he said, staring out of the window at the house of the party. He could hear the music through the closed windows and gulped. His Aunt would kill him if he knew he was here. He may have sneaked out, kind of. Well, if he just stayed with Callie, maybe she wouldn't beat his ass quite so hard. That was his plan anyway, but as soon as they got in Callie and Missy hit the dance floor, leaving Bradin looking like a complete idiot.

A few minutes later, a friend from school came up to him, obviously a bit tipsy.

"Hey, what up B?" He said, knocking knuckles with him.

"Not much. I'm a bit pissed off actually." He was about to explain why, when his friend butted in.

"Well, there's only one way to sort that then, isn't there." He said, scooping up a glass and handing it to Bradin. "Go on, try it." Truthfully, he really didn't want to, but, he really didn't want to look stupid either, so he plugged his nose and swallowed it. It was nasty and burned his throat as it went down.

"Guuh," he shuddered "What the hell is that?"

"Tequila," His mate answered, smiling evilly "Try another swig, soon you won't fell the taste," He smiled. In the back of his head he knew it was probably a bad idea, but at the current time, he really didn't care. He'd try anything to get rid of that nasty taste, so he swallowed what was left in the glass. It was starting to taste alright now, so he poured himself another.

"Take it easy, B. I'll see you later," He said, chasing after some big-boobed chick that had just wiggled by. After downing his second drink, he was staring to see things from a cooler point of view. He poured the rest of the bottle into his glass, then snaked over to Callie, was still bumping and grinding with Missy.

"Mmm, hey baby," he said, kissing her from her neck to her ear.

"Are you o.k.?" Callie asked, grabbing Bradin by the collar and bringing his mouth towards her nose. She knew something was up. You could smell it from across the room. "Breath on me," she ordered. He hesitated. "NOW," He breathed the tiniest breath on her.

"How many of those have you had?" she asked, pointing at the glass

"One?" she said, uncertainly. Callie raised an eyebrow.

"O.k., maybe 2."

"I think you've had more than two. You better watch it, Tequila does funny thing to you." Callie warned him, letting go.

"Whatever," Bradin said, stumbling slightly. Who the hell was she to tell him what to do? He could drink if he wanted to! He took a few swigs straight out of the bottle just to show her.

When all was said and done, he spent most of his evening drinking. He hooked back up with his friend, Jamie, and they began a series of drinking games in the kitchen. It was about half past 11 when Jamie dared Bradin that he couldn't drink 5 vodka shots in a row. Callie elbowed her way through the crowd.

"Bradin, I mean it, please stop, you're scaring me and I want to go home but I can't just leave you here. Not in this state. You're going to hurt yourself." It didn't even register with him. Suddenly she was raging

"Do you know what Bradin? I don't know why I even try! I hate you! All you care about is yourself! You can stay here and drink yourself into a coma! I just don't care anymore!" She yelled. He was more concerned with trying to get his 3rd shot down his neck. Missy put her arm around Callie.

"Go to hell, Bradin Westerly," She spat, walking away with her arm around Callie shoulders. Bradin didn't care. A circle of people were cheering him and Jamie on. He downed his 4th shot when suddenly everything began spinning. He ran out of the room as he was hit with a wave of nausea. He stumbled up the stairs, tripping over couples that were lay there, pulling himself up with the banister. He got to the bathroom and dropped to his knees in front of the toilet, before chucking up his guts into the basin. He was sick, slowly, again and again. By the time he'd stopped his face was sweaty and everything was still spinning. He stumbled out of the house, whilst everyone was still cheering and patting Jamie on the back. He walked over to the sea, and splashed his face with the water, moving further out. Suddenly the rock he was standing on cracked, and he fell into the water. He came out, shivering and lay on the beach. He was so tired he couldn't get up. He closed his eyes.

Meanwhile, Callie was looking out at the waves from her bedroom window. How could he do this to her? How could he make her look so stupid? She tightened her grip on the teddy she was holding. Bradin had got for her, when they went to the carnival out of one of the grabbing machines that are nearly impossible to do. It was a small pink bunny. Why should she feel bad? It was entirely his fault. SHE didn't get him wasted. Tears dripped down her face quietly. She was so angry at him. Missy walked in.

"Come on girl, don't cry about some loser! You don't need him," She said, sitting on the window sill with her.

"Yeah," she said, looking up "I don't need him,"

"And you don't need this either," Missy said, grabbing the bunny and throwing it out of the open window. She knew it was from him, after suffering through Callie's 'He's so cool, He's so sweet, he got me a bunny, and he got me a kitten' e-mails. They both watched it bounce over the small garden wall and started rolling down the sand. It was then Missy caught sight of a guy lying still on the beach. She squinted at the guy. Then she realised.

"Oh my gosh. Callie, that's Bradin," she said, her voice rising worriedly.

"Oh my God! Your right!" she yelled "Come on, you've got to come with me!" She grabbed Missy and they both ran out onto the beach, not stopping, pulling on their jackets as they went.

"Bradin! Bradin!" Callie yelled. She ran up to him and fell to her knee by his side. She put a hand under his head and cradled him as he began to wake up.

"Callie, I'm so sorry. It was my entire fault. I'm so sorry." He slurred, snuggling into her stomach, shivering.

"It's o.k. It was my fault too." She said, crying again.

"I love you," He said. Callie smiled, even though tears were still rolling down her face. Missy sucked on her teeth in a disapproving way.

"Girl, I know you are not going to take him back after what he has done put you through. He's using you! Your just sex to him. And now because he's falling down drunk and crying your taking him back! Baby, your worth so much more than that!" she shouted, half at Bradin, half at Callie.

"Yeah, well Missy, he's my boyfriend and I want to take him back. I… I think I love him."

"Whatever," Missy said. "It's your choice." She said, though she still looked disapproving. Missy and Callie put Bradin's arms around their shoulder, and took him back up to Callie's house. Luckily for them, her mom had gone to sleep a long time ago. Callie mixed up a black coffee, and two mugs of lemon and honey tea. Bradin was lain out on the couch, half passed out. As soon as Callie put the drink in front of him he pushed it away.

"Come on Bradin. You don't want to go back to your Aunts like this, she'll kill you.

Please?" She asked, while Missy walked out of the room, slamming the door loudly. Bradin and Callie winced, Bradin because of the noise, Callie because the noise was bound to wake up her mother, and Missy knew that.

"Callie? Where's your bathroom?" he said, still half asleep.

"In the hall. Why?" she asked, folding her arms.

"B...Because I," he stammered then suddenly, to Callie horror. He was sick all over Callie's mom's new white rug. It had to be then that her mom came in, her hair in rollers and drenched in an oversized dressing gown.

"Callie! Get that drunken little delinquent out of our house. NOW!" she shouted. Missy was listening smugly from the top of the stairs. Callie wouldn't be allowed to date him now. It was for her own good. He'd been using her. She'd said it so many times in emails and phone calls. She couldn't just keep taking him back. Callie hurriedly got Bradin out of the house. She knocked on his door, which was hard seeing as she was trying to keep Bradin upright. Nikki answered the door in her pyjamas, looking like she'd only just got out of bed. "Callie?" she said, sleepily. Then she spotted her brother.

"Oh my god," she said. " Oh, uh, come in Callie."

"Can you help me get him into to his bedroom?" she asked. Between them they got him into his bed, in his shorts. Nikki was almost as angry as Callie had been. What was up with her brother? At least she had some satisfaction in knowing exactly what her Aunt was going to do to him the next morning. Callie knew she couldn't go back to her house tonight, so she asked Nikki if she could crash there. Nikki was happy to let her. She knew her aunt wouldn't mind. So she and Nikki lay on the couch, listening to Bradin snoring in his bedroom. Just thinking about what his Aunt was going to do to him had them both smiling. Nikki leaned over and turned the light off and both teenage girls fell asleep with smiles plastered to their faces. Bradin had said he loved her. Now, if only he would say it when he wasn't three sheets to the wind.