"Camille! You home?!" I called out as I walked into the house. It had been two days since her disappearing act, and she'd certainly paid for it when she'd finally came home. Our mom and dad hadn't found out about it of course, they'd just assumed she was either working or in bed, which wasn't very surprising considering it was them. Thankfully, though, Camille hadn't done any more staying out since, and she'd apologised profusely for making me worry. And even though I'd forgiven her, it'd taken roughly three hours for me to do it, which was a record by my standards.

I was late today, having gone over Jade's house after school to help her with homework. I knew that when I came home, Camille would be here, but my parents wouldn't. Although I was more relieved about the latter.

When Camille didn't reply, I shrugged it off and walked up the stairs, turning to go into my room.

"He stood me up, Grace."

I jumped about five feet in the air, scared out of my skin, only to find Camille sat on the edge of my bed. "Jesus Camille," I hissed, putting a hand to my chest. "Give a girl some warning."

Camille silently nodded and stared down at the floor, and it was then that I realised just how bad she looked. She was still in her pyjamas, her hair was a mess and was thrown into a bun, her eyes were red and puffy and her cheeks were soaked. I also took note of the thousands of tissues that littered my bedroom floor.

"What happened?" I asked, dumping my bag and sitting next to her.

"He didn't come! That's what!" She exclaimed, grabbing another tissue from the box on my nightstand.

"Last night?" I said knowingly.

Camille nodded and shrugged. "He was supposed to come by the club, like he usually does, but he didn't."

A sudden thought struck me and I said, "Camille." I waited for her to face me. "You don't mean the club, do you?"

Camille nodded at me and stared with confused eyes, while I refrained for hitting my idiotic sister. "You went out with a guy you met at the strip-club?!" I exclaimed.

"No!" She rushed, jumping to her feet. "He wasn't a visitor, Grace."

"Okay, okay," I soothed, trying my best to get her to calm down. Thankfully, it worked.

"I met him on my way home, when I'd finished work. He was heading to some bar he always goes to, I guess. It'd been a rough night and I was tired, pissed, and I just wanted to go home and go to bed. But this guy," she paused and a small smile appeared on her face, "he was so nice to me. He asked me if I was okay and stuff. Anyway, we started talking and he asked me if I wanted a drink, so I said yes."

"Was this last week?" I asked and she nodded.

"Yep."

"Camille," I started, closing my eyes for a brief moment. "What happened the night you didn't come home?"

Camille took a deep, shaky breath and all too quickly the smile disappeared. "Well, we went back to that bar, but I didn't drink as much this time. It was enough to get the buzz going, but not enough to make me fall down. Anyway, I get pretty affectionate when I drink,"

"Camille, what did you do?" I asked her, attempting to keep emotions in check.

"And, we went back to his place."

That was all I needed to hear, and suddenly it was as clear as day why he hadn't come back. This asshole had gotten what he wanted, and now he didn't need her anymore.

"Christ, Camille." I groaned.

"I thought he was different." She stated defensively. "I didn't think it would happen."

"Really?" I said, eyebrows raised in slight disbelief. "Where is this guy from anyway?!"

Camille stared down at the white carpet and meekly muttered, "The Irish part of town."

My eyes widened slightly. "He's Irish?" I repeated and she nodded. "So, a foreign guy treats you good and suddenly you decide to jump into bed with him?!"

"I thought he was different!"

"Yeah? Well guess what? He wasn't." I then sighed and changed my tune a little; I was being too harsh. "I told you to be careful."

"I know." Her voice broke as she replied, and I knew she was about to cry again.

"It's okay sis." I reassured her as she leaned her head against my shoulder, sobs taking over her body. "It'll be okay."

~...~...~

The next day, I sat in my room, struggling to finish to last piece of English homework, when my bedroom door violently swung open. I jumped and looked up, only to find Camille stood in the doorway. She wasn't as upset any more, instead she looked...angry. But this was normal routine for her. First, she'd be upset over the dump and crying for hours. And then she'd get angry; Very angry. I knew eventually though that it would pass, it always did.

"God Camille!" I shouted, throwing my hands up frustratedly.

"I need your help." She stated, coming in and settling down onto my bed once more.

"Uh...what?" Her bluntness was never surprising, but her asking directly for my help was.

"I. Need. Your. Help." Camille said, but slower, and I had to roll my eyes at her. "This guy is not getting away with what he did to me."

"Camille," I sighed, shutting my school book. "Getting even with this guy isn't going to help you."

"Uh, yeah it will. I've seen this kind of stuff in movies, so yeah, it will work."

I rolled my eyes at her stupidity. "You don't even have a plan!"

"That's why I need your help." She admitted.

"No. I will not be a part of this." I stated firmly.

Camille sighed and turned her head. "I really liked this guy, Gracie. What he did to me," she paused and shook her head, "I can't forget that."

It might have been the emotional look on her face, combined with the state I saw her in yesterday and the sympathy I held, but I caved. "What do you have so far?"

Camille smiled and squeaked excitedly, pulling a small notepad from her pyjama pocket. "Okay, so, I don't have anything yet. I just wanna make his life hell."

"Okay, well, what does he love most?" I asked.

"Um," Camille chewed the inside of her cheek and averted her gaze in thought. "McGinty's. It's the bar he goes to and um...Oh! He had a brother."

"A brother?" I repeated and she smirked.

"Not just a brother. A twin."

"Okay, so?"

"So, he and his brother are seriously close. Like me and you."

"And your point is?"

"My points," she stressed, "imagine how hurt he would be if his brother betrayed him."

I nodded in thought. "That's a good idea an' all, but what are you gonna do? Sleep with his brother? I doubt he'd be that upset about it."

"That's true." She pouted, and we both fell into silence, both of us thinking of a good enough plan. "I got it!"

"What?" I asked, taking a deep breath.

"Well, imagine what would happen if all his relationships failed. Like, somehow no girl wanted to sleep with him." Camille suggested.

I tilted my head and said, "I guess that's good and everything, but how do you plan to do it? There's no way."

Camille smiled. "Actually, there is."

"How?" I asked.

Camille moved from the bed and slowly placed the floor in front of me. "We send someone in to get close to them, like a spy. I'd say we send in a chick, since they're guys and guys only want one thing. And that spy would be able to do anything from their side. And I mean anything."

"Camille, where on earth are we going to find someone like that? No girl is going to go out with one guy, just so you can get revenge on another."

When Camille looked down at me with a strange expression, I didn't understand. But soon enough, I clicked on to what she was implying.

"No! Nope. No way." I immediately objected.

"Oh come on Grace! You're the only girl I know who's smart enough to pull this off!" She exclaimed.

I only shook my head once more. "No."

"Give me one good reason why you shouldn't do this." She challenged.

"Uh, I'm seventeen. I have school. I have homework. I mean, god! How old are these guys?"

"They're twenty five."

"There's my point."

Camille groaned and shook her head. "You won't be sleeping with this guy Grace, only making him think you're going to."

"That's even worse!" I exclaimed, my eyes widening. "So what, I go for his brother?"

"Yup."

"Okay, let me see if I got all this down. You want me to go out with some guy I don't even know, just so you can get revenge on his brother for sleeping with you and then leaving you?"

"Pretty much." Camille shrugged.

I nodded and leaned forward. "Quick question sis, how the heck am I supposed to know which one you slept with? They're twins."

"Fraternal, not identical, but equally hot." She smiled, way too excited and calm about the whole idea.

"I don't know Camille," I sighed, getting to my feet, "this all seems so...insane."

"No, what's insane is pulling the three F's on me!" She exclaimed and I narrowed my eyes, absolutely confused. "Find 'em, fuck 'em, forget 'em." She clarified.

"Classy." I sarcastically muttered.

Camille rolled her eyes and stood, taking both of my hands into her own. "Please, Grace." She begged. "This is the last favour I'll ask of you."

"Camille, how far am I gonna have to take this? Something tells me his brother isn't very interested in going out with a high-schooler."

"Well then we don't tell him you're in school, do we?" Camille seemed to catch on to my hesitation, and added, "Look, you saw how I was yesterday. Have you ever seen me that broke up over a guy?"

For a moment, I looked around the room, as though the answers would be there. But I already knew my answer. "Fine. I'll do it."