A/N: I am on a role. Here's the next chapter. I promise the next one I will switch points of view so we get a bigger gist. I don't own anything other than the idea. Italics mean it's a phone call/ flashback.

I promised Taylor I would meet her and Selena tomorrow for breakfast. I made my way to my car. I drove carelessly which if Taylor found out she would kill me. I find myself laughing at the irony while I pull up on my drive way. My sister and I are both girls, both Lovato's, both in love with their best friends. Yeah I was in love with Selena, but she is just a crush compared to Taylor. Yes I, Dallas Christina Lovato am hopelessly in love with my best friend for life Taylor Allison Swift. I find myself in the kitchen reaching into the fridge where I grab a cool Corona. After one I grab the rest of 8 pack and head to my room. I down one and look at pictures on my computer of me and Taylor. Those were taken before I realized I fell in love with my best friend. One two three four five beer cans were on the floor. I left my room to get another pack of beer. 6 cans of Heineken, 8 of Corona and more are passed through my throat. What damage can 4 more cans of Bud Light cause. I lost count of what I drank after those. I'm not even halfway through the night and I can barely remember shit. All I can remember so far is using my phone to call someone. I don't remember who I called, but I remember what I told them. Well sorta of.

*Flashback to phone call*

Hello?

Hey.

Dallas.

Yeah bitch.

Are you okay?

Fuck yeah

Umm do you want me to drop you off at Selena's place?

No... I have something to tell you though.

Ok...what?

Stay away from my best friend. She is mine.

Are you talking about Taylor?

Yes now if I hear that you touch her. You will disappear. Is that understood?

Ok Dallas you are completely out of your mind.

Whatever bitch just stay away from my woman.

*End of Flashback*

Damn I am going to have a killer headache tomorrow. Whatever. Anyway I'm already wasted it won't matter if I talk to myself aloud.

"Cheers to a night of sleepless solitude"

Cheers for drinking til it stops hurting.

Cheers for being able to get drunk.

And Fuck unrequited love for existing.