Max looked over at me, and sighed. "I don't think it's any of your buisness, Ronnie." Wrong answer. "The fuck? Max, she's my baby sister. Of course it's my buisness!" He got louder with every word. I got up. "Calm the fuck down, okay? We had sex, so what? It's none of your buisness - I'm almost 18." "I don't give a shit, you're still my baby sister!" "Ronald, I'm not a baby anymore!" He hated when I called him Ronald.

"Callie, you're not gonna be like Lexus. Robert told me what happened last night." Shit! I didn't tell Max. He got up, and glared at Ronnie. "What happened?" "They kissed.." "WHAT! I fucking can't believe this!" Max looked down right pissed by now, and his face was red. "Robert I'm gonna fucking knock you out!" Monte grabbed Robert, and Ronnie grabbed Max. I got in between them. "Stop! I was hurt because you left - and I wasn't thinking right. Robert was being so nice to me, and I just wanted to feel what I felt with you again..." I looked at Ronnie, I was basically right on him. I slapped him. "That's for calling me a slut." I walked up to the guest room and I heard yelling. I didn't care. I heard a loud bang. "Are you okay? Oh my god!" I took off down the stairs, and Monte's nose was bloody. "Oh my god!" Robert looked at me. "Ronnie was gonna punch Max, but Monte pushed him out the way." "Monte, we need to take you to the hospital, your nose is crooked!" I looked at Ronnie. "You fucking work out, you have muscles, and you hit a guy that's scrawny? The fuck is wrong with you?" I got a napkin, and put it up to his nose. "Keep your head like normal, you don't want to clot it." I grabbed his hand, and started walking to my car. "C'mon, Max and Robert!" I opened my car door, and Monte got in. I didn't have any shoes on, or any clothes. I was wearing my pajamas. Robert got in the back, and Max did too.

I got in, and shut the door. Ronnie ran up. "Am I going?" I backed up a little bit. "Maybe when you get your head out your ass!" I backed out the drive way, and Max was in the back looking at my rear-view mirror. "What, Maxie?" "I'm sorry, Callie.." Oh god, what did he mean? "What do you mean?" "I didn't want it to be like this.." "It's okay, Maxie. We're back to normal." I smiled, and he did too. I pulled up in the parking lot, and went to Monte's side. He looked really pale, I guess he didn't like blood. I helped him out the car. "Maxie, go get a wheelchair, he looks like he's gonna pass out." "Alright." He walked out with a wheelchair, and helped Monte into it. Monte started to shake. God, I guess he really hated blood. I wheeled him into the hospital. "What's wrong with him?" "He broke his nose, we think. He's losing alot of blood." "Alright, fill these papers out."

I didn't really know anything about Monte - so I handed the papers to Robert. He filled them out, and gave them back to the lady. "Alright, we'll call you back." An hour later, we were watching TV. "Bryan Money!" We got up, and wheeled Monte back there. "What's wrong with him today?" "Well, my brother punched him in the nose.." "Oh. Well, we'll see what we have here." He touched Monte's nose, and he flinched. "Fuck." Monte whispered. I sat on the chair, and Max sat on my leg. "Now, what're you guys' relation to Bryan?" Max stood up. "We're in a band. Escape the Fate. Ever heard of us?" "Yeah. So you're all band members?" Robert looked around. "I'm his roommate." He looked at me. "Are you his girlfriend?" I snorted. "No. I'm a friend." "Oh sorry!" He checked Monte's blood pressure, his tempature, and said his nose, was indeed, broken. "We'll have to align in it a few weeks." Monte frowned. "I have to be on stage..." "Well, then, I'm not sure." "Can you do it tonight?" "I guess I could.." He walked out of the room, and came back in with gloves. "I'm gonna move your nose back into place. This will hurt, but in the end, it'll feel alot better." "Alright." I put my face into Max's chest, I didn't wanna see this. "You ready?" "Yeah." About 30 seconds later, I heard Monte whimper. "Fuck!" "I'm sorry, I know this hurts." He did it again. I heard a pop. Max laughed. "That was fucking sick, dude!" I slapped him on the arm. "Poor Monte!" I sounded sad, because I really was. Monte didn't deserve any of this. "You're good to go." Monte jumped off the table and hugged me. "Hey, I'm alright." I smiled, and I put my head on his chest. "You promise?" "Yeah, I wouldn't ever lie to you." I smiled again, this time bigger. "Thanks." I walked over to Max, and grabbed his hand. We waiting to get a perscription for pain killers for Monte. Then we walked out. Alot of people were fangirling. We just ignored them. I got in the car, and so did everyone else.

We drove to get something to eat. "Taco Bell?" "No! I want McDonald's!" I sighed. We're fighting over this again. "Fine, we'll get both." "Don't waste your gas." "I have half a tank, I'm good." I stopped by both places, and started driving home, and my phone rang. I looked at it, it was Ronnie. Ugh. "Max answer this, I'm driving. "Hello? Yeah? Dude, you're fucked!" I looked in the rear-view mirror. "What?" "Mandy might be pregnant." "WHAT!" I hit the brakes. I got out of the car. "WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN SHE MIGHT BE PREGNANT?" I got back into the car. "Everyone this is about to get fucking serious." Max looked at me, shocked. "I fucking hate that slut!" I sped down the street, and pulled up to Robert's. I got out, and I slammed my door. I walked in the house. Mandy, Chey, and Ronnie were there. Ronnie was pacing. "Tell me again, because I better be tripping." "She might be pregnant." Mandy's eyes were red and swollen; her eyes remained at the ground. Chey just sat there. "The fuck, Ronald! I thought you were smarter than this? Really! Her? She's a slut!" Mandy looked at me. "I'm not a slut.." "Fuck off with that shit!" Ronnie looked at me, shocked. "Ronnie, I swear to god. If you don't keep it in your pan-" "Like you did last night? Really, Callie? You really wanna go there?" I looked at him. "You're such a dick! You sleep around, I love Max! You just fuck Mandy, leave, and then fuck Audrey." Mandy looked up. "What?" "He. Cheats. On. You." "No I don't!" "Oh really? Let her see your phone then." "No?" "Exactly. Fucking cheater." Monte, Max, and Robert walk in.

Chey gets up. "Monte! What the fuck happened to you?" "Ronnie broke my nose." Chey looks at Ronnie. "You fucking prick." I laughed, because I've been waiting for this since I was little. Ronnie rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Cheyanne. Seriously. I don't fucking need this." Chey hit him right in the eye. "Oh shiiiiiiit!" Max was laughing, and Monte just stood there. His jaw was on the floor. Max looked at Ronnie. "Dude, you let a girl beat your ass!" I snorted. I pulled Chey away. "Calm down." She nodded. Ronnie sat on the chair, but got up. "You know what? I'm the main reason the band's here. I'm the main reason you met Max," he looked at all of us, then me. "I'm the main fucking reason we all know eachother. So don't be a prick towards me, okay? I'm the main reason everyone's here." "You're letting your ego get too big." Chey looked pissed, once again. "You're not the reason anyone is here. They wanted to start a band. That's the reason you guys have a band. Shut the fuck up, Ronald. Seriously." Ronnie rolled his eyes. "Fuck off Chey. Do you not fucking get it? I don't like you!" I gasped. "Hey, that's my bestfriend. Shut your mouth!" Ronnie looked at me, his face was red; his veins were coming out his neck. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up." "Make me, you dick." Chey looked at the ground, tears began to fall. I looked at her, and then ronnie. "Look what you fucking did! You're nothing but an insensitive dick!" I grabbed Chey's shoulders, and we walked out. I got in my car, and so did she. We rolled the windows down, and put on Blessthefall. We put it up really loud, and we were headed to the lake, like old times.

Ronnie's POV

I watched as they walked out the door - not really sure of what happened. Monte turned to me right as the door shut. "Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you? You never talk to a girl like that." "Shut it, Money. I'll make your eyes match your nose." Max groaned. "All of you, shut the fuck up!" Robert got up. "Ronnie, get the fuck out of my house. Now. You're being extremely disrespectful to Callie, Monte, Chey, and Max. Leave." I was shocked, Robert was quiest the whole time. "The band is broken up." Monte looked serious as he said that, Max nodded in agreement. Robert looked at Mandy. "We can't have a band with a fucking fetus." Fetus? It's a fucking baby. I walked out, leaving Mandy. I just needed to leave. I got in my car, and sped down the road, to my school. I sat in the parking lot. I was digging through the floor, under the seats, in the seats, everywhere. I just wanted my fix. I tried to stay sober, but I couldn't do this. I found my favorite. Lortab. I put it back in the bag, and sat it on the dashboard. I hit it, so it would crush. I crushed it even more with my fingers, and put a little bit on my finger, and pressed it up my nose. I inhaled, and sniffed harder. I felt calm again. No one would have to know about this.

Max's POV
3 hours later.
"Where the fuck are they?" I looked at Monte. He shrugged. "I hope they're okay." I called Callie again, and she answered this time. "Yeah, baby?" "Where are you?" I heard alot of giggling. "I'm at the lake, come see us, baby!" She hung up. "Follow me." I grabbed Robert's keys, and we were on our way to the lake. It was quiet the first 5 minutes.

"Max?" "Yeah, Monnie?" "You really love her, don't you?" I smiled, and looked at him, then the road again. "Yeah, I really do." He sighed, and thought for a second. "I love Chey - but how do I tell her? She's been though hell, man." I nodded. "So has Callie. But you gotta let her trust you. You'll know when it's okay." We pulled up to the lake. Callie was rolling down a hill, laughing, and Chey rolled over her, and hit the ground at the bottom. Callie landed on top of Chey. "The fuck is this?" Monte shrugged, and ran down the hill, only to land on his ass. I ran down the hill, and grabbed Callie - she stunk of alcohol. "Callie, what're you doing! You're 17, you could get in trouble for this!" Callie cringed. "God, calm down. You're so loud." I picked her up, and walked up the hill. Monte picked up Chey. Chey was too drunk. I put Callie in the backseat, and locked the doors after Monte put Chey back there with her. Wait - where the fuck is Chey's shirt? Chey was laughing in the back, and Callie was just sitting there. I started the car, and pulled out the parking lot. Monte sighed. Callie told me she had a drug and drinking problem before. Fuck! I got to Ronnie and Callie's house, and I got out of the car. I grabbed Callie - who was sleeping by now. I picked her up, and carried to her to room. I took off her shoes, and her pants. I slipped on a pair of shorts on her, and tucked her in. Monte was carrying Chey in, and put her beside Callie, and kissed her on the forehead. He walked out, and sat on the couch. I kissed Callie on the cheek, and got to her ear. "I love you, perfect." I smiled, and put her hair out her face. I walked into the living room, and sat beside Monte. "They have a guest room, you can sleep there if you want. I'll sleep here." "Okay." He got up. "Thanks for talking to me today, man. I really appreciate it." I smiled at him and nodded. I laid on the couch, drifting off to sleep. I graduate Monday. Holy shit..