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SKG here again.

I was gonna wait to update this one again, but I just took a look at the reviews and was like.

Damn, these guys want more.

So here is the next installment.

Laney's POV:

I felt his warm lips on mine. It was surprising, confusing and incredible all at once! It was nothing like that accidental kiss during that second New Year's Eve a year ago. It was Corey purposely kissing me. The kiss made my body heat up in an instant. The way he hungrily kissed me. It was like he was starved for this. Despite my better judgement, and my so called resolved. My heart won out and I kissed him back. It tasted sweet, I wondered what he was drinking, it kinda tasted like cotton Candy.

After what only seemed like seconds. He broke the kiss. He then looked at me and patted my head.

"Sorry, I just really wanted to do that. You looked so cute." He said with an adorable yet dorky smile.

I didn't bother hiding my blush. The brisk autumn air felt soothing to my burning face.

My mind had to keep reminding me, to remember that he was Drunk. When morning comes around, he won't remember any of this and I will be left hot and bothered over something he did when drunk.

Corey looked at me and frowned.

"Did you... Did you not like it?"

I looked up at his genuinely sad face.

Damn it all, why did Corey have to be so... Cute.

"No, I did enjoy it. It was amazing!" I unwittingly blurted. Corey perked up and smiled.

After realizing what I had just said, I quickly hid my face.

"You should gets some sleep Corey, It is kinda late." I say not looking at him. I couldn't face him after what I said embarrassed.

Corey laughed a bit.

"Okay, good night lanes. I will see you in my dreams." He said humming as he went inside his home. If it was anyone else that said that, I would call them a cliché dork. But when Corey said it, yeah it was still corny as hell, but it was cute.

I quickly slap myself, Damn it Corey! Why do you do this to me? I was finally close to accepting us as just friends and than you pull this. I actually felt a tear form in my eye, but I quickly wipe it off. I promised myself no more tears. He was drunk, that was it. I just have to remember that. I kept repeating it in my head as I walked home. As you can guess, when I got home, I didn't sleep.

(The next day transition)

I opened my eyes and stared at the clock. It read 11:11, it was later than I normally woke up on a Sunday, but I just shrugged. I quickly got changed, straightened my hair, and my other morning rituals and left the house. I headed to Corey's garage. I honestly think I spend more time at that garage than in my own home. Not that it matters. My parents were both at work most days, they are good, hard-working people. But the only time I really see them is during holidays. They are practically workaholics. While I loved them, I never wanted to just live for work. I guess that's one reason why I joined the band.

I sighed as I finally reached the garage. I really just hope I can just drop what happened last night, spare my broken heart. Imagine if he remembered? It would be awkward.

I took a deep breathe and opened the door. As usual, the guys were sitting around. The three guys turned there attention to me.

"Laney! What up?" Corey said in a casual voice.

I guess he doesn't remember, it hurt, but it was better this way.

I went and plopped myself on a beanbag chair and looked at the guys.

I looked around at the guys. Kon looked like nothing happened, the guy could probably drink two kegs and not feel it. Kin on the other hand looked like crap. It was obvious he was a lightweight. Corey seemed like he was normal, but I guess I am not sure.

"Oh, my head! Why isn't my hangover cure not working?" Kin exclaimed like a sick dog.

Corey smirked.

"I guess it works based on how much you can hold. And if three beers have you on your ass, than it's pretty obvious you won't recover." Corey laughed.

"At... At least I can actually remember last night! I bet everything is a blank for you mister tolerance." Kin shot back.

I figured he didn't remember.

Corey shrugged.

"Whatever dude, that's why we have Kon and Laney, Laney, what exactly happened at the party? Kon said you were leading me around and picking us up." Corey asked with a curious stare.

Crap! Okay, I will just leave out the unnecessary bits.

"Oh, I don't know exactly what you did before I saw you, but you did belt a jerk who was trying to force himself on me." I answer calmly.

The three suddenly stared at me shocked. I kinda just wanted to forget that little bit.

Corey grabbed my shoulders.

"What?! Why didn't you tell us that sooner!" Corey said with worry.

I broke out of his hold.

"Because I could have kicked his butt, besides, you knocked him out before he tried anything. I am sure I won't even see the jerk again. And if I do I will break his bones. so can we drop it?" I say harsher than I intended.

Corey looked down sadly.

"Sorry, it's just we are a band, if someone messes with you, we want to teach the jerk a lesson." Corey said as the twins nodded in agreement.

I smiled at the guys.

"Oh, alright. I'm sorry for being so harsh. Come here you boneheads and give me a hug." I say kindly.

The guys come for a group hug.

"Alright, that's enough. We do have to practice." I say breaking the touching hug.

Corey smiled.

"Right, especially since Kon got us a gig at a party next week."

I turned to Kon confused.

"What, Sheen Charleston said if I could do a keg stand, he would hire us to play at his party. I did it and he gave me the info. Corey isn't the only one that can get gigs you know." Kon said with a bit of pride.

I give the large drummer a fist bump.

"Awesome, so we have a gig." I say with a bit of enthusiasm.

I then turn to Corey.

"Now all we need lyrics." I say in my normal tone.

Corey looked liked he couldn't contain his smile.

He than hands me a notebook.

With further inspection I noticed that there were lyrics written in here. Good lyrics, in his hand writing. The shocking part was that Corey told me that Trina was with their dad, College visiting. Where did the lyrics come from.

I looked up in shock.

"I woke up this morning and noticed this notebook. I guess I'm a drunk writer or something."

I pull the blue haired guitarist into a hug.

"That is awesome! We don't have to rely on Trina anymore!" I say ecstatic.

Corey laughed a bit.

"Yeah, but we could still cause freak outs just for fun. Right?" Corey joked.

I released the hug.

"You could blow her up with dynamite for all I care. I'm just glad we don't have to worry about lyrics for every gig." I say with a laugh.

We all than got up and got ready to practice.

As we were practiced, I thought went through my head. What will happen the next time Corey gets drunk?

That thought haunted me the rest of practice.

Cliffhanger,

What will this new gig entail?

Will we see more drunk Corey?

Please review, tell me what you guys thought and if you want a continuation of this story.

I'm SKG and I'm out.