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A/N: If you haven't already, read the sequel to this story Ensuing Crazyness. It's a series of one-shots set during the school year after Crazyness Ensues. I would really appreciate your feedback on both stories. Reviews are Love!

Additional Note: There is underage drinking in this chapter. There is also girl on girl. If you don't like, don't read. That is all. Thank you to all of the lovely readers who read... and like it. That part is important too. lol

I watched as Rachel slammed back another shot of tequila and smiled. She wasn't at all like Noah had made her out to be.

"She's a prude."

"She's a control freak."

"The only thing she listens to is Broadway shit."

Unfortunately for for Noah, he was wrong. Rachel seemed to be fairly laid-back and she didn't listen only to Broadway shit. The only thing I wasn't sure of was whether she was a prude.

She didn't dress like a prude.

(Rachel)

Stupid Noah and his stupid..... stupid. I must have drank more than I realised, because I wasn't even capable to form a coherent thought.

Claudia's yard was really dark and I didn't like the shadowy faces of the people standing in her yard. I could see Claudia and Noah sitting on the porch as she drank from a rather large cup filled with green kool-aid and rum. Noah sat beside her, nursing a beer, and watching me. I didn't like him watching me.

I noticed the large patch of grass in the front of the house bathed in rose colored light from a street lamp.

(Noah)

Rachel stumbled to the front of the yard into the light from the street lamp. I watched silently as Claud patted me on the knee and smirked at me.

"I got this." she winked at me.

I rolled my eyes. "Bring her back in one piece. I replied.

I don't even know why I'm acting like this. I don't like Rachel. It's not like I care if she falls flat on her drunk face.

Instead I watched as Cyle slugged back his third shot of vodka, followed closely by Amanda. Jeremy and Savanna were each sipping on a bottle of Mike's Hard.

Austin and Molly stumbled off to his car across the street, probably to have sex in her car. Claud didn't like people having sex in her house when she wasn't one of them. Austin had offered, but Claud isn't really into Jews. I know. I tried.

(Claudia)

I watched as Austin and Molly stumbled to her car across the street. "They're going to have sex." I said as I sat next to Rachel.

"What if they caught?" She asked, worried.

I laughed. "It's two in the morning! No one cares that they're having sex."

"You care." She said.

"I don't!" I countered.

She batted her eyelashes at me. "Then wouldn't you let them have sex in your house?" She asked.

I thought that Noah might be wrong. Openly talking about sex and batting her eyelashes at me? Totally not a prude and totally seducing me.

"I'm selfish and petty. I want Molly all to myself and since I can't have her, I guess I like to make it harder for Austin." I explained.

Rachel sighed and leaned her head against my shoulder. "You really like her, don't you?"

I watched as the car rocked gently to Molly and Austin's drunken rhythm. My heart clenched in my chest, but only a little. "I used to." I replied and wrapped my arm around her waist.

"What happened?"

"I distanced myself from her. I didn't want to get in the way of their relationship. Austin and Molly are my friends."

"But if you really wanted to be with her, why wouldn't you do anything in your power to have her?" Rachel asked. She moved her head from my shoulder and turned her head to me.

I looked into her large brown eyes. "It's only high school, Rachel." I said.

She pushed back from where she was sitting and rested her hand against her chest. "High school defines who you are, who you will be for the rest your life!" she breathed.

I laughed. I couldn't help it. She was so serious. "That's bullshit!" I said. I ignored the small gasp she emitted at my exclamation. "The only thing that defines who you are and who you will be is you." I poked her in the arm.

(Rachel)

I watched as Claudia laid back in the grass of her front yard. I wasn't sure if it was the way her pale skin contrasted against the dark grass or if it was the rose glow of the street lamp, maybe it was the five shots of tequila I took only minutes ago, but I had never seen anything more beautiful than the Claudia in that moment.

Claudia squinted and furrowed her brow. "What are you staring at?" She asked.

I laid in the grass as well. I enjoyed the feeling of the grass against my skin. "I was staring at you." I said. I don't know what made me say it.

"Why?" she sighed. Her hand found mine and I felt out fingers lace together in the grass.

"You look so pretty." I sighed back.

I turned my head to look at her in the grass. Her eyes were shining and her hair had fallen gracefully around her head.

She closed her eyes, bit her lip and turned her head towards mine. "You look pretty too." She said. Her eyes were heavily lidded as she gazed at me.

"Thank you." I said. My breathing was suddenly shallow. I could feel adrenaline rushing through my veins. "Claudia?" I asked.

"Yeah?" She smiled at me. For a moment I was afraid she knew what I was going to ask her.

"Would you kiss me?" I asked.

Confusion blurred Claudia's soft features. "What do you mean? Would I kiss you ever or would I kiss you right now?"

"Either one."

Claudia shifted onto her elbow and leaned over me. A soft smile graced her lips as she bit her bottom lip and brushed her fingers through my hair. I felt my breath catch in my throat as Claudia's lips pressed against mine.

(Noah)

I watched silently from around the corner as Claudia rested on her elbow and kissed Rachel. First I was turned on, then I was strangely jealous. It didn't make any sense. Rachel was a threat to me, to my life in Lima.

I cleared my throat loudly and leaned against the side of the house bathed in the rose light of the street lamp.

"You really are a lesbian." I said. They broke apart when they realised I was there.

"Suck it." Rachel said from where she was laying in the grass.

Claudia laughed as she laid back in the grass. "Can we help you Noah?" she asked.

"Yeah." I said. "Tell me next time, so I can bring a camera."

They both laughed this time. Claudia rolled onto her stomach and stepped into a standing position.

She punched my arm as she walked past me. "Come on Cousin. I'm not even wasted yet!"

I raised my bottle at her as she walked into the darkness of the yard.

"So you're a lesbo now, Berry?" I asked.

"My name is Rachel." she said, almost to herself.

I sat down next her in the grass with my arms around my knees. "I know what you're name is."

"Why do you hate me?" she asked. She was waving her hand in the air above her face.

"I don't hate you, Berry. Why are you doing that?"

"My hand feels really heavy." She said. "If you don't hate me, then why won't you use my name?" She asked.

I sighed. "If I use your name, then you would be real."

"I'm not real?"

"You're real." I laughed.

"Then what you do mean?" She was still waving her hand above her, flexing her fingers slowly. "My hand is so small. How can it be so heavy if it's so small?"

I took her hand from the space above her head. "I'm a different person here. I feel real when I'm here. Everyone and everything in Lima feels like a bad dream. If I call you by your name, then maybe, maybe my bad dreams won't be dreams anymore, maybe they'll be real." I sandwiched her tiny hand between both of mine. "You're hand isn't that heavy." I said softly.

Rachel was watching me with her wide eyes. Feeling the awkward silence pressing down on us, I cleared my throat and clumsily stood. I looked down at Rachel as she lay on the ground. She blinked at me and I extended my arm to lift her. She accepted my hand and we walked back into the darkness.