Aly's POV

"Uh... I'm sorry, I don't think I heard you right..." Beck looked confused as I crossed my arms and gave him a serious look. "You'll disown me?"

"Yeah, you heard me right," I told him, standing my ground. "You kiss that skunk-bag and you'll only have one sister."

I was able to see Gwen from the seat she had taken, and I was able to see the 'Aly, shut your face' look she was giving me.

I know this was a big deal for Beck, but... Liv's a whore.

"Aly, I know she's not your favorite person..." He paused after he saw the look I gave him. "That's the nice way of saying it."

Of course it is.

"It's not like I like her either," he said, tucking his hands into his pockets. "It's just acting. We're not even doing an actual kiss. They're just going to be stage kisses."

"Stage kiss?" Gwen asked, looking up from her PearPod. "What's that?"

Beck looked back at her and explained, "It's when two actors make it look like they're kissing, but their lips never actually touch."

"Wait, the play is called Kiss For a Miss, but there's no actual kissing?" I raised an eyebrow, but still couldn't help but feel relieved. "Gotta love irony."

"Well, they're stage kisses now that I've told the director Jade threatened to strangle me with my own hair if I kissed her for real. He understood." Beck smirked, feeling a pair of hands on his back spin him around. Jade always did have perfect timing.

"Why didn't I think of that?" she asked. "I'm losing my threatening edge."

They started making out and Gwen made a gagging noise, which made them pull apart. And then Jade threw a wad of paper at her.

Good times.

From the corner of my eye, I could see Liv talking to the guy that Jade had previously pointed out as the director. She certainly didn't look happy.

I smirked. She must have heard the news.

Another problem solved. Woot.

/

"Friiiiiday, Friiiiiday, gonna get down on Friday, everybody's lookin' forward to the weekend, weeken-"

"Gwen, if you keep singing that song, I'm going to shove a fork up your nose."

"Beck, Jade just threatened me!"

"Can't really blame her."

I bit back a laugh as Gwen pouted. Everybody's out to get poor Gwenny again... But she makes Rebecca Black sound like an okay singer, so she deserves it.

At least her song choice was accurate. It was indeed Friday, Beck and Jade were kicking it in the front seat, Gwen and I were sitting in the back seat, and I was definitely looking forward to the weekend. And there was totally gonna be some partying. Yeah. Fun, fun, fun.

Okay, I've had enough of that song.

School was out and there were only a few hours until the party. I had a plan on how to get there, ready without any suspicion from my family. And it was a totally awesome plan.

Sean's cousin would park around the corner down the street so nobody would be able to see us from the house or the Silver Streak. I'd go out in my Hollywood Arts sweatpants and matching baggy hoodie, which completely hid my black short shorts and sexy red tube top.

If I wore that kind of stuff out, it would sort of give away what I was actually doing. You don't get all glammed up just to sleep over at a friend's house.

Speaking of glam, my makeup would be handled in the car, when we'd hit red lights. I needed it to look fantastic, and since you don't usually try to look fantastic when you're gonna stuff your face with junk food and watch chick flicks, so I knew I had to do that away from home too.

I'd pull my hair into a sleek ponytail, which wouldn't make anyone too suspicious, but it would still look cute.

I had it all planned out.

Jade came home with us today, since she, Beck and Gwen were watching a movie in the RV, so she and Beck went into the Silver Streak to... prepare.

And by prepare, of course I mean get all their making out out of the way so that they'll be able to control themselves when Gwen's there.

She was still humming Friday, so when we were in the house, I grabbed a pillow from the couch and threw it at her head.

"It is a fitting song!" Gwen cried, throwing the pillow back at me. It landed a foot in front of me. Gwen sucks at throwing.

"Hell To The No is also a fitting so song to how I'm feeling right now," I muttered, picking the pillow up and tossing it back on the couch.

She narrowed her blue eyes at me. "You're lucky I like that song..." She wandered into the kitchen, leaving me to get ready to get ready for the party. Time to be sneaky.

/

Baggy sweats?

Check.

Duffel bag with my makeup and heels?

Check. Sexy booty to shake on the dance floor with my man?

Checkity check check.

As I picked my bag up and walked toward the front door, I called out to my parents, "I'm, um, heading over to Tasha's house now."

My father, who was lounging on the couch with a glass of merlot, said, "Have fun, princess... And don't talk to strangers! Listen to that song your Jewish friend wrote!"

I rolled my eyes as soon as my back was turned on them. My parents always seem their happiest after they have a few drinks. I'll finally get to see why.

I was out the door and headed toward the RV to say goodbye to my dear siblings and Jade. Gwen had left a few minutes ahead of me, she had already been in there for a while, rooting around on the shelf where Beck kept the DVDs.

I swung the door open and said, " Hey guys, Tasha's here, so I'm gonna head out."

"Have fun," Beck called from his spot on the couch with Jade.

"Don't come home drunk," Jade said in that joking, but completely serious-sounding way that only she can pull off. It almost made me feel guilty. Almost.

"Bye, Aly!" Gwen looked away from the DVD collection long enough to smile and wave at me. I gave her a small smile and shut the door, ignoring the gross feeling in my gut. I didn't like lying to them and all... But this was big. I had no choice.

Well, I could have told them the truth, but that would be a stupid choice.

Chase was parked around the corner, just like we agreed on. "Hey, for someone in sweats, you look absolutely gorgeous." Sean gave my that Edward Cullen smile of his from the back seat as I slid into the passenger's seat. I wanted to sit with him, but the back seat doesn't have a mirror.

"You don't look half bad yourself, handsome." Sean doesn't have an overprotective older brother or a nosy younger sister, so he was able to get ready for the party at home.

"Yeah yeah, you two can make out later." Chase smirked at us and rolled his eyes. As he started driving off, I kicked off my uggs and reached into my duffel bag, pulling out my heels. After those were snugly on, we hit a red to glamify.

/

Sean's aunt and uncle have a huge house... And when I say huge, I mean GIGANTIC. It was the perfect party house.

I was able to see the strobe lights all through the windows as I slid my sweats off and threw them in the now empty backseat of Chase's car. As soon as I turned around, I couldn't help but noticed how Sean looked at me. It wasn't a gross, boob-staring look. It was a-

"Wow, you look... Amazing."

Yeah, that kind of look.

Though Chase was given me the boob-staring look. I'll have to remember to 'accidentally' spill some beer on him sometime during the party.

Once inside the house, I realized just how late we must have been. The party was already going strong, with the music, dancing, grinding, and plastic cups upon plastic cups full of beer. There'd better be enough for me.

Chase ran off to talk to some girls by the snack table, so Sean lead me to the keg. Luckily, we were late enough so that the line had died down, so we didn't even have to wait.

I didn't really know how to work the tap, so Sean was a gentleman and prepared my glass for me. Oooh, experience. I like that.

"Thank you, good sir." I smirked, accepting my drink.

"Anything for you, babe," he said with a grin. He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me toward a couch in a secluded corner of the spacious living room. "So, ready for your first brewski?"

"I didn't come here to play Twister..." I looked down at the yellowish liquid inside my cup, then took the plunge... And by that I mean a drink.

It didn't taste good... But it didn't particularly taste bad. Maybe it's one of those things that you have to keep drinking before you really appreciate the taste.

"It's not as bad as I thought," I said with a shrug.

"It gets better after you get used to the taste," he told me, taking a swig. Huh, I was right.

Another point for Aly.

"-And that bitch had the nerve to kiss Beck right in front of me!" a familiar, annoying voice screeched.

No. It couldn't possibly be her.

I looked to the right. It was.

Liv Jackson. Of all the parties for her to be at, she had to be at this one. Luckily, she hadn't noticed me. But I noticed her.

She was talking to a fellow skank, a wine cooler in each of their hands. She looked miffed, but not nearly as miffed as I was. She did NOT just call Jade a bitch...

"The damn director has the nerve to tell me that I'm not really going to kiss those sexy lips of his during the play..." She paused to sip her drink, "But I'm totally gonna do it anyway!" She must have either drinken something before that wine cooler, or she was just a lightweight, because she already sounded trashed. "Come next practice, my tongue is gonna go straight down that sexy esophagus of his! And- and it'll be so hot, he'll barf his love all over me!"

Gross.

But there was no time to make fun of how stupid she was.

This gank doesn't know who she's messing with.

Gwen's POV

"Found it!"

I stood up, but before I could turn around, Jade said, "We're not watching that."

"You don't even know what it is!" I cried, with the DVD case behind my back.

"Is it that jank Hannah Montana movie?"

"... Fine, you pick!" I threw the DVD box down on the ground and stomped over to the bed. Beck was biting back laughter and I just stuck my tongue out at him and took a handful of the cheesy popcorn that had been on the bed. I had eaten pretty good this week. I deserved it.

Jade tossed the Tim Burton version of Alice in Wonderland at me and retook her spot on the couch. Well, I like this movie anyway.

Not as much as Hannah Montana: The Movie, but still.

I popped it in the DVD player and set it to play, and just as I was about to head over to the couch, I faintly saw something through the tinted windows. Something tall and super cute.

"Um... I'll be right back, guys," I mumbled, walking toward the exit.

"Where are you going?" Beck asked, taking a drink of his Peppy Cola... That was supposed to be MINE.

"I HAVE TO POOP!" I screamed, running out and slamming the door behind me.

Gosh, I'm bad at lying. Especially about my man candy.

"David!" I whispered excitedly, rushing into his arms. "What are you doing here?"

He let me go and smiled down at me. "My brother dropped me off on his way to visit his girlfriend in Ridgewood. I just want to see you one last time. Our goodbye at school wasn't enough for me."

Is he not the sweetest thing on earth?

I pulled him away from the RV and behind a tree in the front yard. "You're the best boyfriend ever," I quietly said, letting him envelope me in his arms again. "I'm gonna miss you so much."

"Me too." He kissed my hair and rubbed my back comfortingly. "Sorry to interrupt your movie."

"You know... I've already seen the movie they're watching." I smiled up at him. "And my parents are probably asleep my this point..."

"It's only eight thirty," he said, raising an eyebrow.

I just shrugged. I didn't want him to know about their enthusiasm for wine... At least not this early in the relationship.

"Do you wanna go up to my room and listen to some music?" I wasn't thinking about Beck or my parents or anybody... I was too busy looking into David's dark brown eyes.

He smiled. "I'd love to."

We snuck through the front door and, just like I had predicted, my parents were already face down on the couch and love-seat. They usually weren't such lightweights, but they had been drinking since they got home. Must have been a really tough day at the office for both of them.

As soon as we crept up the steps, I turned on the lights to my room and led him in. "Nice place," he complimented, hands tucked in his pockets.

I blushed. Gosh darn my fair complexion. "Thanks." I pulled my PearPod out of my pocket and plugged it into the speakers on the table next to my bed. I turned on Candles by Hey Monday, one of my favorite songs. It's one of the only songs I can sing on key to.

I could probably be a better singer if I took lessons... But I like drawing better.

I sat down on my bed and, still not thinking about Beck, patted the spot next to me. David looked around hesitantly, as if he though Beck was going to pop out from behind my dresser and punch him in the face. When he saw the coast was clear, he grinned and sat down next to me.

Omigod.

There's a boy on my bed, and we're alone, listening to music.

O M Effing G.