A/N: Okay, this chapter is going to include flashbacks...I don't know why but they seem to fit Shannon, because I think she's a character that we don't know alot about...she needs some explaining. Also I couldn't remember her sister's ages, so I edited them myself. Thanks for all your great reveiws, their helping me heaps...keep it up!

I still don't own anything.

Shannon

Surely the death of me will be because of Kristy Thomas's atrocious driving.

Okay, I was a little on edge tonight. Gatecrashing Janice's party just didn't seem like a good idea for me. I'm not like Kristy. I don't seek out confrontation. I don't thrive on it.

Maybe if I did it could be easier.

At least I'm getting out of the house. Anything is easier than being there right now. Tiffany's just getting worse, I know she is. I mean, I guess right now my family is closer than ever, but I wish we didn't have to reunite because of something so awful. I wish it wasn't because my little sister's mental state is deteriorating...and I'm to blame.

"I Love you Shannon." The words spun around in my head as I steered my mom's black SUV into our street. Why? Why did he love me? Why did he choose today of all days to tell me?

Micheal was not my friend. He was didn't know who I was at all.

I could see his face. He was strikingly handsome, I could admit that at least.

His tall figure swam around in my mind-and then-it couldn't be. Was he walking out of my house? It sure looked like him. What the fuck was he doing here? Couldn't he leave me alone?

Wait. It wasn't Micheal. It was Tiffany's boyfriend, Dane. I moved my foot to the brake so he could move across the road safely.

It wasn't the brake I pressed. It was the accelerator.

Tiffany gets worse every day. She gets into fights at school. She's depressed. Anorexic. She's only one year younger than me and she's gone through so much more than I think I will ever have too. I hope so, anyway.

"So, Rosebud?" Kristy says, breaking into my thoughts. "I'm staaarving for one of those grilled chicken salads."

"Sure." I tell her, smiling. Even as I catch sight of myself in the car mirror, I know if Kristy looked any closer she'd catch me out. I'm not an actress like Abby is. I can only lie so much.

We pull up at the Rosebud Cafe about twenty minutes later. The carpark is packed with cars, not too many that I recognise(most of the Stoneybrook Dayers got to Bel Air's on George Street, in the opposite direction). Kristy pulls up next to a rust bucket and we pile out.

Once were inside, after scanning quickly for anyone we know(zero results) we grab a table and wait for a waiter.

"You know, Abby, they could really get some better service in here." Mary Anne says, as she picks up a menu and scans it.

"Mmmmm." Abby murmurs. She's also scanning the menu, but she doesn't look like anything on it really interests her.

"Didn't Logan used to work here?" Dawn asks her sister. Me and Kristy exchange glances.

"Who cares?" Mary Anne growls.

"Soooo." I think now is the best time to divert the attention. "What kind of bash is Janice having tonight?"

"End of Summer." Kristy says wisely. I swear, that girl just knows everything. "But it's really just an excuse for her to hook up with anyone with a dick and legs. And not neccessarily in that order, either."

Dawn looks shocked, while Abby and Mary Anne laugh. I'm scowling. I can tell, just by how my face feels.

I stumbled into the guest room. I was trashed. A rare occurence. While Kristy gets drunk just for the hell of it, and Mary Anne does whatever anyone tells her, I almost never drink. It makes you smell bad and it's so unhealthy for your skin. But hey, it was my sixteenth birthday party! I was entitled to a little fun wasn't I?

"Shannon!"

The shocked cry pulled me out of my drunken state of mind and sent my down to earth with a painful crash-but it wasn't half as shocking as what I saw. On top of our guest bed lay my naked boyfriend.

With my naked best friend on top of him.

David, who'd cried out, pushed Janice off him. "Shannon, please-"

But I was already gone.

"Cheer up, Shan." Kristy obviously caught sight of my face. "There's no way Janice is hotter than you. You could steal every guy who's ever been interested in her and she knows it."

I stay silent as the others order their meals. Abby and I both have nothing.

This party was not a good idea.

A/N: Ok I know it's short...I'll do more later. Bye!