A/N: Researched some goth names: Levana, Drusus -I liked it. Deal with it = it's quite important...kinda + It is very IMPORTANT to know, the point of view jumps from Demi-Selena. Trust me, it'll be easy to tell whose point of view the story is being told from as long as you've read the previous chapters. + You'll see, I have a weird thing with teeth... SEND PICTURES! just kidding... kind of... It's a half joke.

P.S. Teeth are very important, boys and girls.

Chapter 4

"Levana!" The boy in the passenger seat yelled. "We don't have time to pick up strangers!"

My drunk stupor was definitely back, or my adrenaline has gotten the best of me. "Drusus! Don't you dare!" she snapped back, and pointed. "If it were you..." she began to state her argument, but he sat back, defeated.

"W-where... where we goin'?" The guy next to me in the back seat slurred. I inch closer to the window, because this dude definitely needs to hurl.

"Away from this fuckin' place." she replied and continued to speed down the side streets. "Gotta clear the car and find Lucas."

"Hey! You're one of those drunk chicks from before." Doofus... or Dryfus stated.

I nodded. This care ride was going to be a long one... "J-just drop me off here..." I slurred.

"Ya sure?" she asked and checked her rear view mirror to see how positive I was. I gave another nod. "Did you drive here?" I shook my head no. "I could drive you to your house... It's no problem."

"My... my cousin... he lives down this block." I hiccuped.

"Just tell me when." she slowed the car down and I signaled for her to stop.

"Thanks you so much. I owe you big... I mean it!" I said as I closed her door.

She quickly glanced out her window and said, "Get to where ever you're going safe. I'm going to creep back and see if there's any stragglers." I leaned down towards her window and gave the thumbs up, and walked towards Chris' house. I'm glad he has the basement to himself...

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"What is with you and picking up strangers?" Drusus brought the topic back up. "What if they get your license plate number? Or if they..."

"Enough!" Tonight definitely wasn't the night to pick a fight with me. "There were a lot of our friends out there and a lot of people we don't like. The possibilities of them going to jail or a summons is quite likely, and Lucas can't afford this. Probation, remember?" He shook his head. "Just wait at the White Castle and I'll be back."

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

Five knocks... He's not home... Fuck. I'll knock three more times and I'll...Ah, my trusty blood donors card. I jimmied the card between the door frame and the door, and with a little bit of push and pull action, the door flung open. Being the considerate cousin that I am, I made sure to lock to door behind me, and pass out on his spare bed that's on the floor. He's always been so messy growing up. He always left his legos around the house, and getting smudged food into the carpet. Never in a billion years would I think that instead of legos, he would leave around beer bottles/cans. And instead of smudges of food in the carpet, they were half eaten pizzas tossed onto the floor. He's such a guy. I rolled up into a ball and cuddled with a pile of what I believe to be his clean pile... I hope it was his clean pile of clothes. I'll worry about that in the morning.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"Fuck!" I hopped out of my car as soon as I recognized Lucas' boots. "Fuckin' idiot." I said as I slapped his face to wake him up. These bushes were not good cover. "Wake up, jack ass." I rushed. I didn't want to get caught by the cops going back for a drunken idiot. I felt a wave of relief when I saw his eyes flutter open. "Get up, the fuckin' cops are here." I whispered and watched him shoot up from where he lied and we both sped off to my car.

"How ya feelin'?" I asked and watched his head roll to look at me. I'm glad he got his drunken ass up. I was not carrying someone twice my size and three times my weight.

"Pretty fuckin' drunk, dude." I laughed. "We gotta go chick huntin', bro. Like, we- we never chill and get some pussy. We gotta!"

I nod. "Yo, as soon as I'm done with school, or like a weekend even, I'll go."

"You-you gotta promise, bro. Promise. 'Cause you need some pussy, and I need some pus..."

"Yeah, yeah. I promise." I chuckle. When my friends are drunk, they're hilarious.

o-o-o-o-o-o-o

"Yo,"

My eyes took a few seconds to adjust to the light. "Hey." I yawned.

"How'd you get in?" he asked with his arms crossed over his chest. I lifted up my blood donors card with sever bends on the corners of it. I was a tad surprised it stayed clutched in my hand all night. "Well, I'm glad we have the same last name, 'cause when I got back from the bar with this chick, Jessica and she sees a passed out chick on my bed, she didn't take it too kindly. After her ranting and screaming for a good couple of minutes, I dug through your purse and found your I.D. Same last name."

I huffed. "Sorry. It's just the night got a little crazy and the cops raided our bon fire and I didn't know where my friends were, and I recognized your house, and I told the girl that picked me up to leave me over here, because I was way to incoherent to give directions." I sighed. "I didn't cock block, did I?"

He laughed as he lit up a cigarette. "Nah. We fucked on that couch." He pointed to the couch five feet away from where I was sleeping.

"Hmmm... classy." I gave the thumbs up.

He shrugged. "You're a very heavy sleeper."

"Gross... I don't wanna know what you did to the girl that you had to bring that up."

He grinned. "Yeah. You definitely don't want to know what I did to her." he took a pull from his cigarette. "All that aside... I gotta shop for my mom's birthday present."

"Oh, fuck. Her birthday's tomorrow."

He nodded. "And since you got to stay at Motel Chris for free, you have to go with me to the mall and help me pick out a gift."

I shrugged. "I like shopping."

"Can't you just pretend like it's a punishment?"

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We just left the food court. It was just as awesome as any other time we were there: not at all. A good portion of my friends were broke, so we spent a lot of time in the mall, not buying a damn thing... and scoping out thirteen year old girls was so two years ago... I'm over this whole this. I want to do something new... something different... something that's not this!

"Levana!" I lazily turned my head towards Drusus. "That's the girl from the bon fire."

She was a lot hotter than I remembered. I like her a lot better in the light. I suppose Drusus' loud mouth caught her attention since she was skipping on over towards my group. Quite odd and hilarious since my group of friends aren't exactly the approachable type.

"Hey, you are the girl that drove me to my cousin's." she said with a slight grin. "I definitely owe you big for that."

Of course, every single nasty thought had to race through my mind, and my friend's gestures were definitely not of the innocent. "Well, how about a kiss?" I grin. This girl does owe me a lot, and it's been a while since I hooked up with a girl. What human being would pass up this opportunity?

"Like, on the lips?" she asked, obviously unsure how to approach the entire situation.

My friends laughed and tried to speak over one another. "Of course on the lips. If you save a cat from a tree that was on fire, I think you'd want more than a thumbs up." Lucas stated, giving me a thumbs up behind her back.

She shrugs. "Well, if that's what you want in return..." she wrapped her arms around my neck, and pressed her lips against mine. I snaked my arms around to the small of her back and pulled her hips into mine. It was kind of... really awkward with my friends rooting me on, and starin... and she's moaning. Is it that good? I feel her tongue slip in and graze my lips. She tastes so good...

"Demi!" she turned her head and my eyes popped open. No way.

"What do you want, Chris?"

"Demi?" I whispered. I had to know... This has to be her. But there's no fuckin' way this... she's...

"Yeah?" she answered. My face was still blank, and I was still trying to process...

"What are you doing, hooking up with a girl?"

Demi rolled her eyes. "I can do what I want."

"Yeah, not in front of a bunch of slobbering assholes."

"Demi?" I whispered.

She turned back around, completely red in the face. "Yeah?"

"Open your mouth..." My heart was pounding in my ears.

She gave me a strange look. "Excuse me?"

"Demi, let's get outta here or you're out a ride."

"I wanna see your teeth." I said with my teeth clenched tightly together.

She covered her mouth and shook her head. "Why do you want to see my teeth?"

"Seriously, let's go." he said and grabbed onto her arm. She turned around to walk with him.

She can't go just yet... I have to know, so I shouted the only thing I could think of: "Demitria Lovato, let me see your teeth."

A/N: I really did break into my friend's house using my Blood Donors Card, and the next time I went to donate blood they just gave me a weird look. It was totally bent and fucked up. The first time I used it, I broke into my friends house cause I literally thought he was dead. Second time, I broke into his house was to throw a house party, and he forgot his keys. Third was to throw another house party in a building that was in foreclosure. Moral of the story: Donate Blood. It's very important for your community.

++This would have been up yesterday if LEATHERnGOLD didn't preoccupy me AGAIN! Apparently, when you're on the East Coast, you can't order pizza for someone on the West Coast. Stupid Pizza Hut...