A/N: Thank you very much for feedback. I love them all. For real. I would do some FOF, but I'm too tired, so forgive me.

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11.

God damnit, why does someone always have to interrupt the kiss!

Wait a minute.

I know that voice.

I know that voice very well.

I pull away from Brian or whatever his name is as fast as I can, since I'm highly drunk, and turn around to spot who else than the person who, at least it seems like it, follows me everywhere.

What the hell is she doing here?

"What are you doing here?" We both ask each other at the same time.

"I'm here with Chuck." Oh, the hot guy. "He is friends with Aiden." Are you kidding me?

She glares at me. "And what are you doing here?"

Now be smart.

"Well…I…uh…"

"She's here with me. I'm Aiden's best friend and her big brother."

Yep, my brother, my hero.

She glances at me and I quickly nod at his words. At least I'm not lying this time.

"Isn't she a little too young for party like this?" She asks, turning her head toward Glen.

Oh pleaaaase, don't try to be the adult now.

"She's also Aiden's friend. I think she deserves to be here as his friend."

Good, good brother.

She nods. "Right." I notice the hot guy waving at her. "I gotta go. See you around," she says, staring at me.

Psh, whatever. Like I need you.

I immediately turn back to my hot guy, putting my hands around his neck, smiling at him drunkenly, when I feel another hand grasping mine, dragging me away from him.

"What? Let me go!" I try to pull away from the hand, but it's too strong. God, I hate when my brother is all protective. I'm not a little girl anymore.

He places me on the couch where I was sitting before and sternly looks in my eyes.

"Stop being stupid, Spencer."

"What? I'm not stupid, I was just having fun," I slur and try to stand up from the couch. But when I feel the whole room rotate around me, I quickly sit down again. Well, at least I tried.

"Don't you dare drink again," Glen growls.

Ha! You wish! I'm just starting, baby.

However, I obediently nod my head. "I won't, I promise."

His features soften as he caresses my hair. "Good girl," he says and goes away, leaving me there alone.

"Yup, I'm a good girl," I mutter under my breath and stop the girl walking around me. "Wait. Give it to me," I order and take her the drink from her hands.

See what a good girl I am?

The best.

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An hour later I find myself lying across the couch, not registering anything. I think I drank too much this time.

"Oh my God, Spencer," I hear a voice above me. I manage to open my heavy eyes and spot Madison, sitting next to me.

"Hey, Mads," I try to say, but all I can do is some growling.

"How much did you drink?" She asks worriedly and I hold up two fingers. Then three. And four.

"Okay, I got it," she says and glances around to find someone familiar. She probably found someone, because I see her wave at someone and that someone walks towards us.

"Oh God, what happened to her?"

Well, that's not someone I'd like to see right now.

"She's drunk. I'd take her home, but I drank too. Not as much as her, though."

Don't be funny, Madison. It's not the right time.

"It's okay, I can carry her home. I haven't had anything to drink. Where's her brother?"

"I saw him leave with some girl."

Yep, typical Glen. First, he tries to be very brotherly and then he leaves me here alone and drunk.

"Give me their address and I'll take her home."

Oh, no no no. Don't give her my real address, Madison.

Fortunately, she isn't that drunk, because she gives her my parents' address. Thanks for your smartness, Maddie. I'll thank you later.

They somehow manage to lift my body from the couch and I lean against them as they make their way out of the house and toward Ashley's car. They lay me down in the back seat and I hear Madison thanking Ashley for her help. Psh, as if she's an angel or something.

She finds my old house easily and I just thank God that my parents aren't home for the weekend. I think I sobered up a little during the ride, because I can sit up without her help. But she tries to help me anyway as she opens the door and leans in to help me. I push her away. "I can make it by myself," I mumble and try to stand up.

Bad idea.

I frown at my own inability to stand and let her take care of me. She stands me up easily and I lean against her as we slowly walk towards the house. She finds the keys in my purse and we enter the hallway with me still leaning against her shoulder. Nice feeling, by the way. If I weren't so drunk, I would enjoy this so much more.

"Where's your room?" She asks sympathetically and I point at upstairs. Haha, I'm not gonna make this easy for you, girl.

After a couple of minutes of effort, she finally manages to get me to my bedroom. I collapse on my bed, pulling her with me, but she immediately stands up and looks at me.

"What?" I ask.

"You need some sleep."

"No, I don't."

"You do."

"I don't," I say again and attempt to prove her that by sitting up. Oh look, I can sit by myself.

"I want a drink."

"You can't have a drink, Spencer. You already had enough, don't you think?" she asks sternly.

I quickly shake my head. "Nope."

"Well, that's a pity, because you won't get a drink anyway."

"Why nottttt?" I squeal, staring at her with my drunken eyes.

"Because you're drunk," she replies with a heavy sigh.

"Then I want you to sing me something," I proclaim, happily jumping on my bed. Yeah, I'm still sitting, though.

She looks at me in disbelief. "What?"

"You heard me."

She frowns. "I won't sing to you."

"Fine, then I'll sing," I exclaims, excited at my own idea.

And then I start…

Singing.

Literally.

"At first I was afraid, I was petrified, kept thinkin' I could never live without youuu by my side…"

How I love this song.

So I keep singing.

And jumping on my bed. No, I'm not sitting this time.

"Go on now go, walk out the door, just turn around noooww, 'cause you're not welcome anymoreeee…"

Maybe I'm singing a little out of tune, but I really don't care at the moment.

"Oh no not I, I will surviveee, oooh as long as I know how to love I know I'll stay aliveee…"

I glance in Ashley's direction and see her still standing there, apparently very amused by my performance.

"I'll surviveeee, I will survive hey heyyyyy," I'm singing at the top of my lungs.

I jump for the last time before I collapse on the bed again.

"That was great," I say happily.

When I don't hear her response, I move my head towards her direction and I spot her still standing in the same place with a grin on her face.

"Wasn't that great?" I ask her.

She finally moves towards me and sits next to me. "Yeah, it was perfect," she whispers and I feel myself sober up just from hearing those words. It's not the words, though. It's the way she spoke them.

"I told you," I proclaim with enthusiasm, satisfied with myself.

I glance at her again and notice her features changed. I don't see the amused grin on her face anymore, instead I see her eyes darkened. They're almost black now. Or is that the dark? I see those eyes traveling along my face, stopping at my lips.

"Ashley?" I whisper.

"Mhmm?"

"Will you stay with me tonight?" No, I didn't mean it like that, you perv. I am too drunk for that.

She gives me a small smile. "If you want me to."

I nod. "I do."

Then I see her pulls away from me a little, preparing for leaving my side, but I stop her. "Ashley?"

As I wanted, she stops and looks at me again. "Yeah, Spencer?"

"Will you kiss me?"

She's stunned from my words and after a second, she replies, "If you want me to."

"I do."

I watch her as she slowly leans towards my face, stopping just a few inches away from my lips. When I can feel her breath on my face, I instinctively lick my lips and close my eyes, praying to God that she doesn't pull away this time. And she doesn't. Instead, I feel her breath get closer and closer until I feel a light touch of something soft and wet. It's just a slight touch of our lips, nothing more. But this is my first kiss. This is my first kiss with Ashley and this is my first kiss ever.

Too bad I won't remember this tomorrow.