If You Can't Love, You Can't Hurt

I really couldn't believe I was doing this. For a Jonas too!

I rolled my eyes again as I met Nick's gaze in my rear view mirror. His black Tahoe was colossal behind my Corvette. Seriously. It was e-norm-ous. Nick's face was serious, antsy still, but each time I looked at him in the mirror, he smiled a little bit. I never smiled back once, okay that was a lie. I'd look at him, then laugh to myself. Only because I was being so stupid. As the light turned green, I gave Nick a sly look as I stepped on the gas. I took off down the road, glancing in my mirrors to see Nick trying to catch up. I laughed again, still speeding. I don't see why I was being nice to him. Why I was helping him out. I mean truly, I could have done this for anyone. But it was him…

Was it because I could see the familiarity in his eyes? The want of numbness to be so abundant that nothing else matters. The need of nothingness to take over and make everything fine, at least for now. So what did Nick Jonas have to hide from? What was he scampering away to? Maybe that's why I helped him. Because some days I wished someone would have helped me too.

I pulled over into the near-empty parking lot next to the buzzing sign that read: Liquor. Okay that was a lie. It was a gas station instead. But farther from my house, and so we wouldn't get caught. I parked my car, turning it off and getting out just as Nick pulled up alongside doing the same.

"Well fuck you couldn't have driven any faster." Nick said sarcastically as he stepped out of his giant vehicle. He ran a hand through his tight curls, finally turning to me. His hands were deep inside the front pockets of his black zip-up jacket. From far away we probably looked like twins. Except, of course, mine was leather and a biker jacket.

I raised an eyebrow at his attitude. "Actually I could have." I answered him. And then I put my hands into my own jacket while I said, "So are you done being an asshole or do you want to do this now?"

Nick sighed heavily, nodding once as I walked around the front of our cars and he met me halfway. We walked next to each other, keeping the distance because we both couldn't stand each other already. Nick whispered, "Are you sure this will work?"

I turned to stare at him with disgusted shock. "Of course I'm sure." He didn't look so convinced. "I do this all the time. I'm sure." Still he wasn't, but I didn't care. I mean who is the expert here? Clearly, I am.

We approached the gas station, watching cars as they filled up, glancing at us while we stood idling by the pay phone. I smiled a couple of times, but not out of niceness, out of 'leave me the hell alone'-ness. "This isn't going to work!" Nick said as a few cars pulled up. His voice was a strain, completely scared out of his wits.

I turned to give him a good icy look. "Yes it will. Now shut the hell up and let me do this!" I whisper yelled at him. He stopped, while I smiled at the guy just now stepping out of his car. He looked older than me. A good sign, meaning he was over twenty one. I could just tell, and plus he said, "How many cases am I getting?" It was directed toward his friend, which meant he was buying beer. Exactly what I wanted. His hair was blonde, barely shaggy with a little stubble on his face. As he continued walking to me, he looked up, and smiled brightly. I was unfazed by his Maroon 5-Adam Levine good looks. Seriously, he looked almost identical, except for the blonde hair. I waltzed up to him, making him stop and glance down at my body. "Hey," I said happily. I was putting my charm on because I knew these kinds of guys needed to be flattered. "Want to do me a favor?"

He seemed surprised as I said this, like I was asking him if he wanted me to get naked and do him right here. How about no. He licked his top lip while glancing back at his friend. "What do you have in mind?"

I felt the sexual implication very apparent. And disgusting. "Want to buy me a case of beer?" I shrugged. "I'll pay you, I just need one case."

He looked surprised again. But a different surprise like oh my god, she doesn't want to have sex with me. God forbid not everyone wants to sleep with a stupid fraternity brother. "Yeah that's fine."

"Good," I nodded showing him the money. "I'll give you this when you buy me that. I'll walk in with you so it's not obvious. Do you want to meet me over at my car to drop it off?" I looked over to the Corvette parked next to the Tahoe.

He followed my gaze, then glanced back at Nick who was standing behind me. "Sure why not?" He said with a small smile. He walked inside the gas station, holding the door open for me and Nick as we parted ways. The shoulder-tap victim was on the other side getting a couple of cases while Nick and I walked over to the energy drinks.

"How do you know he isn't going to walk away with our beer?" Nick asked in a very hushed tone as he reached inside the refrigerator to grab one energy drink. I rolled my eyes doing the same, as I replied with, "Because I never gave him the money. He's getting it after he buys it. God, you never do this, do you?" I asked with a harsh laugh as we walked over to the counter. I put our drinks up on the countertop while my shoulder-tap guy was on the other side as us. He had three cases of beer. I whistled loudly while I smacked my money down on the table to the gas station guy. "Wow, are you having a party or what?" I smiled while cocking my head to one side talking to the random 'stranger'.

The guy looked at me with curious eyes. His eyes creased as he realized I was just making this sound like we were complete strangers who had anything to do with each other. He nodded, retracting a couple of bills from his wallet. "Huge. Rager." He laughed while giving the worker his money. His voice was sarcastic, very joking.

I grabbed my Red Bull while nudging Nick to follow me. "Oh well have fun with that." I smiled while opening the door for him and me. The shoulder-tap guy was leaving just as we did. He climbed into his car, as I began to run back to mine. I stood there, awaiting the guy as he and his friend pulled up. Nick waited with me, standing nearby while sipping on his Red Bull nervously.

"Beer." The guy handed me the case while I dropped it into the backseat on the floor. I turned back around and replied with, "Money." As I fished over the amount I owed him.

He handed it to his friend while looking at me up and down. Oh god, he was seriously checking me out. That's sick. I just used him, isn't that obvious? His smile was bright under the ticking parking lot lights. "So," He started as I closed my door and leaned against the black shiny sports car. "What are you doing later?" He asked.

I tried holding back my sickened laughter since I was being asked out by a complete stranger. Oh man, what has the world come to? "Having a beer." I smiled brightly and viciously.

He laughed, thinking this was funny. When it was supposed to be a smart ass comment. Beach boys really are dumb. "Well so am I." He answered. He propped his elbow up on the window as he leaned out. "Maybe we can have a beer together."

I clenched my teeth firmly. I wish he'd take a hint to see I'm not interested. Boys are so oblivious to everything. I shrugged, "Thanks but no thanks." I frowned a little to show him I was 'upset'. Yeah right. I was more than overjoyed to be not hanging out with this douche bag. "I have other plans." I rested my hands on the top of my jeans as I stared down at him.

"Oh like what?" Oh my god. He's kidding right? He really thinks I'm going to invite this overage college dropout to where I'm going? It's called jail bait. Oh wait, no it's not. I'm 18. I guess I'm legal, but he doesn't have to know that.

I waited a moment looking for a good witty sarcastic answer. Instead I improvised. "Like," I looked around until I spotted Nick. I reached out for his hand, grabbing it unwillingly as I pulled the Jonas close to my body. "Having lots of dirty hot sex with my boyfriend." I leaned into Nick as he finally realized what I was doing. Using him of course.

The guy's eyes widened and I felt Nick stiffen under me. Obviously Nick didn't expect that. I smiled while running my other hand up Nick's arm and knotted my fingers in his hair. Wow, nice hair. Seriously. I wonder what kind of product he uses. "He's your boyfriend?" The blonde guy questioned with a laugh like this was way too hard to believe.

I scoffed for many reasons. One because he wasn't believing this and still trying. Two, Nick really could have been my boyfriend. Three, because he wasn't my boyfriend. Not like I cared, it's just is it hard to believe that we couldn't be together? Why does that sound like I want him? Ewe! No! He just gave me the idea to drink tonight. "Yes he's my boyfriend!" I protested being all whiney. God good just drive away.

"That's too bad." The guy had said to me. Finally he might just go away without a fight.

I nodded, "Yes it is." I looked at Nick, slapping him on the butt overdramatically. Ewe, I touched his ass. That's nasty. "Come on babe. We've got the house to ourselves tonight." I winked at him while I pushed him to his car. "I'll see you back at the house m'kay?" I felt absolutely horrible, seriously sick to my stomach, as I leaned in pecking him barely on the lips. I tried my best to make it look like we kissed but to not really kiss. Oh my god, I'm a fucking stooge. I just stooped down to the wrong level. Nick's eyes widened, his lips puckering a little bit but he pulled away. He got where I was coming from, at least I think. Our lips barely touched, so that's all that matters.

"Love you babe." Nick added in as he walked to his car and hoping inside. I opened up the door, starting my engine and looked to the guys who got us the beer. "It was very nice to do business with you." And with that, I drove away.

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Later

"So, what now?" Nick asked as he opened yet another can of beer. He brought it to his lips as he sat next to me. For the first time in my life I was actually sharing my window sill with someone else. And someone else was related to the specimen that I hate the most.

I shrugged, laughing into the aluminum can as I said, "We drink!" I glanced over at him from the corner of my eye as the contents poured into my stomach. I know people say it's not good to drink on an empty stomach. But believe me, I don't eat and drink enough to know that my body/stomach is very tolerable.

It was almost impossible to explain how Nick and I got the beer up to my room. Oh and getting Nick into my room was very sneaky. He was going to be 'gone' for a while. We parked his car up the street so his brothers wouldn't know. But now, my brother and his friends were downstairs watching movies or playing video games. Either way, Nick and I were alone upstairs. My parents asleep in their bedroom on the other side of the house.

"You know," Nick started as his eyes creased and he stared out across my neighborhood. He seemed so familiar to me, like I had known him all my life or something. "You seem too skinny to be drinking." He said to me.

I sat up, bringing the beer in front of my face as I swished it around in my hand. I felt a little taken back. I wasn't that skinny was I? "Well you seem too young to be drinking." I pointed out. I shrugged as I added, "I didn't start drinking until I was seventeen, and that was only recently. Like homecoming time." I spit out, feeling the acid filling my tongue. Homecoming…

Nick shrugged. "Shit happens, that's when you need a drink." He said like he was reciting some famous quote that everyone's heard of like…'When in Rome'…kind of quote.

I stared at him, my beer still in my hand and half-full. It was what, my fourth one? I'm unsure. But either way, I was beginning to feel it as I spoke, as I sat there with Nick. I couldn't believe I was doing this…I can't believe I'm going to reach out. "Why'd you start drinking?" And there it was. The beginning of the end of me.

Nick was taken by surprise, as he crushed his can and tossed it back into my room. He reached over and grabbed another can, opening it up and looking down into the black hole. His eyes seemed to be debating. He pressed his lips into a tight line before he spoke, "Haven't you ever wanted to escape? That you wanted to leave and never come back? But you realize the only way to do that, is to not." He finally lowered the can, putting it on his thigh while he looked over at me with thoughtful eyes.

I couldn't understand where he was coming from. But I knew exactly what he meant. "Like you're in a dire need of running away? But you realize you can't?" I asked.

He nodded once. "Yeah, that's exactly what it feels like. That nothing else matters in one day besides getting away from everything." He sighed heavily as I watched him closely. This kid was living my life… He finally looked at me. "Too bad I can never get away."

I chewed on my bottom lip examining his profile. I know it could be the beer talking, but this kid was beautiful. Not in that attractive way, no it was much more than that. The look in his eyes as he stared down to the ground, it looked as if he was deliberating whether he'd die if he jumped or not. And for that reason right there, made me just want to be all that much stronger for him. That if he wasn't going to be fighting for a reason to live, I'd fight it for him. "What are you running from?" My voice was just a whisper now, the tears of knowledge in my eyes.

Nick didn't seem taken aback as I asked the question. As he stared into my eyes it was like we were one person, with the same mind and the exact same heart. His face was hurt, pained as he whispered back, "Death."

The word was so unbelievably familiar to me. The sound, the meaning, everything little thing about it was forever implanted into my brain. I had noticed it first hand, felt the pain everyday, tried dealing with the consequences. It's the one thing that everyone has in common. Whether they know it or not. A mom dies, a father, a sister, a cousin, a friend, a foe, a grandma, a dog, even a boyfriend – everyone knows it. But the thing that sets us apart is how we deal with it. Sometimes, you hated that person, therefore you don't care. Sometimes you didn't know that person, therefore you're just sad for the people that did. And sometimes, you love that person more than anyone else in the entire world, therefore you're absolutely crushed, and death doesn't sound so bad – as long as it happens to you. That's what makes it different.

I couldn't help but gaze at him, and I'm not sure he wanted to look away either. I felt my body begin to shake, the lump in my throat almost unbearable and the headache pounding against my skull. But as I stared at Nick, I felt that maybe someday it won't feel like this. I chewed my bottom lip as I nodded, "Me too."

It was kind of unspoken that I wanted to know more about his situation, and he of mine. But it's not like you can exactly come out and say, "So you want to tell me your heartbreaking story?" That's simply impossible. But it put me at ease as Nick said, "You don't have to tell me yours, and I won't tell you mine."

Something in his voice as he said that made me think there was hope. And it was apparent in his tone. That somehow, out of this shitty situation we were going to find comfort in each other. Because we understood exactly where each other was coming from, no matter how terrible it was. At least we had someone who understood us. It was nice we didn't need to be put on the spot like that. That we left it like that, and it's our story to keep to ourselves, or share to the world as we wished. But he didn't push it, and neither did I. And I was perfectly content with that.

"Good," Nick sighed after a moment of comfortable silence. The smile playing on his lips was adorable as he brought the can up to his lips once more. "So," He started slowly, cautiously. I could feel an uncomfortable question coming, on my part. He glanced over at me after taking a sip, "Is that why you're so…"

"So…?" I led on. What was he trying to get at? I mean bloody hell, I just got him beer, snuck him into my house and am letting him in my room to drink it. I mean seriously, he should be kissing the ground I walk on. None of this, uncertain-hey-I'm-going-to-ask-you-something-you-might-be-uncomfortable-with, shit.

"You know," he implied something I, in fact, did not know. He stopped thinking I'd catch on, but instead I turned my semi-nice face into an icy glare that read what-the-fuck? He smiled again, turning toward me while shrugging. "Is that why you're always so…guarded?" He finally said with a look of uncertainty. I bet this was not the word he wanted to use.

But he used it anyway, to make it sound like he was trying to be polite. I guess I saw where he got this assumption, so I shrugged as well, "Guarded?" I questioned, laughing at the suggestion. "You mean heartless bitch that doesn't care about anything?" I turned to look at him with curious eyes.

He seemed a little uncomfortable and I knew I had been dead on about what he, and most likely, his brothers were thinking. It's so obvious where people get that from. I mean, I even get it. So it shouldn't take Einstein's brain power to figure it out. "So that's why you're like that? I mean you can't enjoy it." Nick added in.

I turned into a nice easy going laid back person for the most part to a bitch. How could you enjoy that? "It has its perks." I admitted.

The look on his face was merely priceless as he stared at me, leaning away, in shock and confusion. "Its perks?" He questioned overly amused and overly confused. I laughed nodding my head, "Yeah you know. It's ups."

"I know what it means Charlie," Nick said rolling his eyes. He sat closer to me now, our shoulders barely touching as he lifted the beer can to his lips once more. He crushed it, making me question how fast he actually downed that. It seemed like only a few seconds ago he was opening it. "What I'm saying is how can being a bitch have perks?" He threw the can into my room along with the others. He turned to me fully, crossing his legs Indian-style.

I did the same, only putting my can into my room, however it was not empty. I shrugged, facing him. "Yeah like, you get to speak your mind, because people already know you will." I pointed at him. "I do that too often I think."

He laughed, nodding once, "You think?" I scoffed, answering back quickly with, "Hey buddy, you want to hear the perks or not?!" He rolled his eyes, saying, "Yes Miss Charlotte, I'd love to hear the perks."

"Ewe," I answered, grimacing on command. "Don't call me that." He looked at me weird but I continued. "The next thing is that you put people in their place. Like Joe!" I suddenly said, and Nick looked way too surprised. "He thinks we are like best friends or something. But no matter how many times I reject him, it's like he doesn't care." I shrugged after Nick said nothing to interrupt me with. "Also you don't have to do what you're told – well mostly." I tilted my head while I thought about it. "You know what else?"

Nick smiled like watching me rant on and on about being a bitch is awesome, was cute to him. "What Charlie?" His voice even sounded like he thought I was cute. Oh god, kill me now.

"People back off so easily." I finally said with a satisfied smile. Nick looked confused, but still admiring while he asked, "What do you mean?" I breathed in and out slowly while I answered, "You know, one thing you say and suddenly it's like they don't want to be near you. Since you know, being heartless is just mean." I flashed him a smile. "But I like being alone." I admitted out loud. "You don't have to share your feelings, or even try putting it into words."

Nick stared at me, never dropping his gaze for a second. "You don't have to feel the need to explain, since you already know." Nick added to my reasons.

I felt my eyes turn kind – more kind than I've ever felt in a long time. "Exactly. I like being bottled up, no matter what kind of protest people put up. I'm not changing." I said confidently, leaning back and closing my eyes contently. That was until Nick said, "But you changed into this. Why not change back?"

I sat up straight again, giving him the evil eye. "What is with you?" I scoffed harshly. "I mean, fuck, so what yeah I changed. But maybe I'm happier this way. Maybe life is going so well for me right now."

Nick's face didn't change; it was almost like he saw this coming. His face was so knowing, it almost annoyed me to no end. Almost. "Really Charlie?" He caught me off guard with his sarcasm. "Are you really happy?" I scoffed, almost answering before he cut me off. "Is that why you just sit up in your room, shutting yourself off from the world so you can stare out into space?" His voice was so calm, not even snapping back at me like he was mad.

I just gaped at him, unable to say anything at all. He knew me so well, it was disgusting. It made me question myself more than anything, and I hated that. "That's what I thought." Nick said still calm, but a little happier. I still didn't know what I could say. Why was I so stumped? "So are you and Matt close?" He suddenly asked, changing the subject completely.

I stared into his eyes, for he had known what he'd done. First Joe and his magical touch. Second Nick and his ability to read me like an open book. God, what's Kevin got to offer?! Wait, so that's why they're always around – Nick can read my mind!! "Ugh, yeah." I stuttered, still in a daze. "We are really close actually." I shook my head once, "Well sometimes."

"Sometimes?" Nick's curiosity was becoming contagious, making me want to ask questions back to him.

I nodded. "Well yeah. Sometimes I wish he'd be like everyone else and give up." I gave Nick a small smile. "But he never does. No matter how much I scream and cry and whine at him." I looked down into my lap, finally feeling the full effect of how much Matt does for me. And when he does things, he doesn't do them lightly. "So yeah, we are close."

As Nick said, "That's wonderful." He didn't make me feel embarrassed. You know how when you share things with guys, it's like suddenly they start making fun of you? Because guys aren't into touchy-feely things like feelings. But Nick didn't make it feel like that. He made it feel like he cared, that he really did find that wonderful.

"How about you?" I asked, looking up through scrunched eyes. "Are you and your brother's close?"

Nick took a deep long breath looking away. I could feel some tension in the air thicken as he chewed his bottom lip. Finally he stared back at me. "I'm not sure. Sometimes yeah, and sometimes no."

I cocked an eyebrow, leaning back on the window sill and peering at him. "Explain." I said calmly.

His smile grew, even if it was forced or not. "Well I don't know. Like Kevin and Joe have always been really close. In Kevin's eyes I'm just the little brother." He rolled his eyes now then continued. "So once my grades started slipping, and I started running with a different kind of crowd, he flipped. He started trying to intervene and what not, and I'm like 'dude! Leave me alone!'" Nick's voice got animated as he talked, his hands moving in the air between us and I couldn't help but want to smile. "So then he got like weird." Nick's face got twisted up in confusion, like he didn't understand this himself. "He started almost supporting me. Like he accepted for who I became, and started being cool. It was so…random." Nick laughed shaking his head. "But Joe, Joe's always kind of been the same. He's close but distant. I think after what happened…" Nick sighed looking away, "He was scared that I had changed so much. I think he just wanted his little brother back. So he started hanging out with me more and more to get me away from what I'd fallen into. It was good, fun too. But then they both left me for college." He shrugged, "And I was on my own."

I sighed with him, nodding my head. "You are living my life. Well except for having two brothers. I only have one." I smiled. I felt weird bringing up this, "What about your parents?"

Nick smiled brightly now, showing all of his teeth. "Oh good old mom and pop." He had a devilishly look casted upon his features. "They love us too much I think. My mom is so mom-like. She's so nice and polite and like so reprimanding. She's really funny too, I think that's where Joe gets it." Joe's…funny? Right! "She's like more than ready for us to get married or something. To date. Kevin brought home ONE girl and suddenly my mom's like, 'So how are you going to ask her?' Kevin was like 'Mom, I'm not asking her to marry me.'" Nick laughed shaking his head. "It was so funny. That was one hell of a Christmas." He seemed so happy just sitting here, talking about the good old days – when nothing mattered. "But my dad is a little different. He's not really like my mom, except for nice and stuff. But he expects a lot out of us. Like Kevin and Joe are at Princeton. I don't think I'm going to get into a local college!" Nick's voice had changed from fun to worried, or careless. I couldn't decide.

I didn't say anything for a moment. Nick just fell back, closing his eyes. "Tell me a secret." I finally whispered. I watched him for a second, he looked so close to sleep, so peaceful. I wanted to reach out and run my fingers down his face, memorizing it as I went. I didn't feel like I was crossing any lines here, it felt normal. So normal.

"A secret?" Nick repeated calmly like he had been drifting away to sleep. "What kind of secret?" He asked me unsurely.

I shrugged, not that he could see it or anything. "Any kind of secret." I answered him evenly. I didn't even know why I cared, or why I even asked. It's the beer. I swear that's what it does to me.

Nick exhaled loudly, clicking his tongue while he did so. Finally he opened his eyes slowly, leaning forward at the same time. "I like to play music." I cocked my head to the side, leaning forward as well. "Music?" I questioned.

"Yes, music. I play the guitar. I'm quite good if I do say so myself." He laughed, our faces close enough that I could feel it. "I like it, a lot. I actually want to do something with it someday. But dad disapproves. 'Music's for the poor man!' Okay he didn't really say that, but he did mention that it's like the toughest thing on earth to do." Nick's face was saddened. I wonder how good he actually was.

"Will you play me something sometime?" I asked over eagerly. I couldn't help it. Either I was drunker than I thought, or I just couldn't quit asking questions. He intoxicated me.

Nick smiled leaning his head to one side. It looked like we were preparing to kiss or something. "That depends." He said playfully. "Depends?" I asked almost hopelessly. He nodded once. "Yeah, on whether I have something to play or not."

I smiled, feeling flattered for no apparent reason. I was just going to answer before Nick's phone went off. It lit up the bed, and my entire room for that matter. Nick groaned, going to answer it but decided not to. He looked at me. "It's Kevin." I knew what that meant too. "I should be going," He laughed, "I mean coming back?"

I laughed too, swinging my feet inside my room and standing near him. "Well all right." My voice sounded more disappointed than I felt. Oh god, I do need therapy.

Nick turned toward me, our bodies facing each other. He took a step forward, grabbing my wrists ever so gently and pulling me into him. "So I know you're still evil to everyone else, but how do we act after this?" I stared at him so utterly confused. "You know, I mean no one knows we hung out. So how do we act?"

I shrugged. "How about, we just seem to click or something. Like I'll say something, and you'll say something back. Then they'll think we have a little connection thing going on – since we're already technically talking and stuff – and they'll think we just became friends. It'll be easy. Their faces will be priceless!!" I gleamed thinking of how confused Joe's going to look when Nick and I are friends. After all the things he's tried…

Nick nodded with a small half-smile. "All right deal. But," He started slowly, giving me a better amused grin while he leaned down closer to my face. "You're the greatest girlfriend I've had." He started to laugh.

I rolled my eyes, pushing him away from him. "Oh shut up. That was just a cover. I didn't want that guy to like rape me or something." I shivered at the thought of him. Oh god he was such a creep.

Nick shrugged, stuffing his phone into his pocket. "Well you lied to him." I started to say, "What?" Before he answered with, "We never got to have lots of dirty hot sex. Come on, what's with that?" Nick asked jokingly serious as he walked toward my door.

I rolled my eyes, ready to push him as I smiled. "Shut up." I only found comfort in that answer for no reason at all.

Nick got to the door, putting his hand on the handle while he looked at me still happy. "Well don't tease me like that BABE." He gave me a good smile that I would no doubt, think about later. "We should do this again." I nodded, smiling and chewing my bottom lip. He shrugged his shoulders overdramatically, "Bye, love you!" He pretended to kiss me as he turned the doorknob and snuck out.

I stood on the other side of the door, listening to him creep down the stairs silently. I ran to my window, waiting after a couple of moments to see as he ran across the yard and up the street to get his car. He started it up, the engine was faint in my ears and it appeared in my driveway not less than seconds later. He got out of the car, looking right up to my window as I watched him closely. He smiled giving me a small wink as he walked back inside like the night had never happened.

Oh my god. What to say?

I'm not sure :). Leave your thoughts.

Oh and I hope you all got the concept of 'Shoulder-Tapping'. It's just where underage people get of the age people to get them alcohol – or in some cases drugs. But oh well.

I was going to expand on both of Charlie's and Nick's stories in this chapter. But I thought that killed the mystery and it is just too early for that.

But just review that would be nice. Kevin's little thing with Charlie is coming up ASAP.

PEACE AND LOVE.