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I walked to Buck's that night with Sodapop, Steve and Mike. Two Bit was going with a girl named Karen, and Dally, apparently, lived there. Yep, that definitely helped with the bad boy image.

As we got closer, I could clearly hear the music coming from the large, two storey rancher house. I grinned at the sound of the familiar tune, and Mike groaned beside me.

"Really?" he asked, looking toward heaven. "This is the music we have to listen to?"

Soda laughed and flung an arm over Mike's shoulders. "Don't worry about it," he said. "In an hour you'll be feeling so good that you won't care what's playing."

"That sounds promising," I cried, skipping along beside them. I glanced down at my outfit. "Are you sure that this looks okay?"

I was wearing a really short, long sleeved white cotton dress with a pair of fishnets and my favorite red cowboy boots.

"Damn," Steve said, falling back to walk beside me. "You look real good, kid. Believe me, if I didn't have a girlfriend, you and I wouldn't even be making it to the party."

I laughed, and shoved him playfully. "Pig."

Out of all the guys, I had become the closest to both Steve and Soda. At first, I had felt a little bit weird around them, simply because they were both so damn good-looking. But I soon got over that, and they had become like the big brothers I had never had. Or, if not brothers, than really, really close friends.

Soda grinned at me and then walked through the door to the house. I followed him, still under Steve's arm.

I was attacked almost immediately by one of Tim's boys. I had a hard time calling them that, even in my head, but there was really no other way to describe it; they were his, and they were boys.

"Tim's waiting for you in the kitchen." He said, shoving me in the right direction.

I squeezed between people, making my way into the kitchen. Tim was sitting at the table, watching a group of other guys arm wrestle.

"Hey, beautiful," he grinned, looking me up and down. He took me by the hand and pulled me down into his lap. I leaned back against him and kissed the side of his neck. "You want a beer?"

I nodded, and he looked at one of his boys, who went to the fridge to get me one. He came back a moment later and handed it to me.

"Thanks." I smiled at him, and he grinned goofily back at me.

We sat there for about an hour, kissing and watching the other boys arm wrestle and argue. Tim kept trying to slip his hand up my dress, but so far, I had managed to keep it down.

"I thought you didn't do Bucks?" someone whispered in my ear. I jumped, and spun around to see Dallas standing behind me, his trademark smirk on his face.

"I figured I'd be okay if the rest of the gang was here," I replied, grinning.

"You want to play a game?" he asked, looking at the bottle of whisky sitting on the counter.

"No!" I cried, loud enough to interrupt Tim's conversation with another guy. He turned and saw me talking to Dallas. "Not happening, Dallas! I am not doing shot-for-shot with you again. I felt like shit after that."

He grinned, and nodded to Tim before walking away.

"You went shot-for-shot with Dallas Winston?" one of the other guys asked in awe, looking her up and down. "You don't look like you could handle much."

"Yeah, I did," I snapped, and Tim rubbed a hand calmingly on my leg. He knew I hated when people judged me for my size.

"Who won?"

"I honestly have no idea," I replied, smirking a little bit. "I was completely trashed. It was the night before I met you guys."

"Are you telling me that you knocked Andy down while being hung over?" Tim looked down at me in amazement. "Shit! That boy is one of my best fighters."

"You want to try some of this?" Tim's younger brother Curly held up a bottle of golden tequila, and I grinned.

"Damn right, I do."

I grabbed Soda around the neck and started dancing with him. He laughed at me, and picked me up, swinging me around.

"You having fun?" he yelled over the music.

I nodded. "I don't know why I didn't want to come here; this place is awesome."

"Yeah, Mike's starting to enjoy himself, too, finally." He nodded to where my cousin was standing, chatting it up with a pretty blonde.

I grinned, and pushed Soda away, hurrying across the room. I jumped onto Mike's back, scaring the girl he was talking to. She glared at me, and walked away.

"What the hell are you doing?" he growled at me.

"Calm yourself, lover boy," I laughed. "You can make it up to her later. But for now, come dance with me!"

Whenever Mike and I had gone to parties at our friends' houses, we had been the ones to get everyone else to dance. It was just one more gene from my father's family that we both inherited. There was a small, but sturdy looking coffee table in the middle of the room, and we climbed up to dance. I could see Tim standing with his boys by the bar, and I blew him a kiss. He smirked and nodded at me.

I jumped down and took a couple more shots of tequila before jumping back up on the table. Mike laughed at me as I began moving my hips slowly, dropping it down to the table.

I felt a pair of hands on my hips, and I turned to see Tim behind me. I smiled down at him, and he smirked back.

"Let's go upstairs," he said, whispering in my ear. "Come on."

Without waiting for my answer, he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I screamed with laughter when he slapped my bottom.

"Tim!" I squealed. "Put me down."

"Just one minute, baby," he said. "We're almost there."

He ran up the stairs with me bouncing heavily on his shoulder. I was impressed that he didn't fall back down the steps. He turned the corner, and stopped dead, almost flinging me off his shoulder as he set me on my feet. He pressed me up against the wall and kissed me, hard. For the second time today, I felt my blood ignite. I ran my hands up his chest and around his neck and pulled him down closer to me. Tim ran his hands down my legs, and then back up, pulling my dress up as he went. I grabbed it and pushed it back down as Tim opened one of the bedroom doors and led me inside.

He grabbed the dress again, and pulled it off over my head. I stood there in my underwear and bra, fishnets and a pair of boots as Tim Shepherd looked me up and down, licking his lips.

"This is going to be a good night," he said softly before throwing me on the bed.