Aly's POV

Wednesday went by rather quickly and uneventfully and before I knew it, it was Thursday. Two more days until my boyfriend's party. And two more days until I can finally have my clothes back.

As long as I remember that, I'm pretty sure I won't go insane.

"Somebody looks sexy today," Sean told me, stopping by my locker before his physical education class.

"Somebody has really good taste today," I said with a smirk, giving him a deep kiss, not caring who saw. And Beck was all the way on the other side of the school this time of the day, so that let me get into it even more.

Sean pulled away for air, grinning. "Somebody's also apparently happy to see me."

"And somebody thinks another certain somebody should stop talking like this and use her actual name."

"Right. Sorry, Aly."

I let him take my hand as he walked me to my next class. "I'm so excited for this weekend."

"What are you gonna tell people?" he asked as we weave past some stupid freshmen who were just standing in the middle of the hallway like boobs.

I knew by 'people', he really meant my siblings and parents. "That I'm going to some dance thing. They won't question it. And saying I was someplace else worked last time."

"Until you called up your sister and poorly sang to her," Sean reminded me with a smirk.

I elbowed him in the ribs, but he didn't seem too affected. Damn him for being so used to pain from football.

"I'll turn my phone off. It's not like I'll need it." I rolled my eyes, then gave him another deep kiss as I approached my next class. After I had a proper amount of time sucking his face, he left for the gym.

Boo.

I was literally in my class for nine seconds when Jade came in and pulled me back out into the hallway.

"Um, hey?" I greeted, confused, as she continued to drag me down the hall. "Any reason you're kidnapping me?"

"I don't feel like going to class," she bluntly said, her grip around my wrist still tight.

"And that automatically means you have the right to make me skip too? I mean, I want to, because geometry sucks, but why do you need my company? You never mind being alone."

As the bell rang, Jade dragged me into the closet and shut the door. You'd think the teachers would care more about us cutting class. I guess when it came to me and Jade, they'd rather look the other way than have to deal with our attitudes.

"Okay, we're in a closet. Any particular reason why?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I have news. News that even excites me." Jade did her smile that's not really a real smile.

"Tori got her tongue bitten off?"

"Actually, this is even better. You know how obnoxious Jackson is?"

"No, I never really noticed." I rolled my eyes and gave her a look. "And?"

Jade smirked and continued explaining, "Well, it finally bit her in the butt. She's no longer the female lead in A Kiss For a Miss."

There is justice in this cruel, cruel world after all.

"Are you serious? That's awesome! How'd that happen?"

Jade pulled a bottle of water out of her messenger bag and twisted off the lid, but didn't start drinking. "She got into a fight with the director and called him, and I quote, 'a piethe of thhit.' You can guess what she meant by that."

I let out a laugh as Jade finally drank her water. "Wow. That is priceless. So, are you the new lead?"

"Nah, I insulted the chick who wrote that chizz, remember?" She rolled her eyes and added, "Cat got it. She's visiting her uncle and uncle while they're in town today, so when she gets back, prepare to cover your ears. Her victory squeals will surely deafen any Allisons who are within twenty feet of her."

I rolled my eyes and playfully shoved her. Thankfully, I was one of the few people allowed to do that to her.

But hey, I was just glad sweet Cat got the lead and not Tori.

While I'll admit that Glitter Gal is sorta kinda talented, Cat is way more deserving of a lead role.

"So you're not worried about Cat falling in love with your man when they kiss onstage?" I asked with a smirk.

"Aly, please. It's Cat. She cries when people cheat at Candyland."

She has a point.

/ /

"I want pizza."

"I can't eat pizza!"

"Why not?"

I stared at my younger sister. "Um, hello, dairy allergy?"

"Oh, right. Maybe we can order it without cheese," Gwen suggested.

Beck raised an eyebrow at her. "So, you want to order dough covered in tomato sauce?"

"... yes."

I shoved Gwen off the couch and took the now-empty seat next to Beck. "Yeah, no. Let's get something else."

"Chinese?" Beck suggested.

I shrugged. "Sounds good."

Gwen sat up, then sighed. "Fine. But you guys are jerks." She crossed her arms and pouted like the baby she is.

Just kidding, sis.

Sort of.

"How about I get Mrs. Lee to throw in an extra fortune cookie for you?" Beck offered. Gwen perked up instantly and nodded. Beck ruffled her bangs before she got up to head upstairs.

"Everything's lollipops and unicorn farts in her little world again," I muttered.

Beck laughed and nodded. "I must say, Aly, I've always loved how you describe stuff..."

I shoved him off the couch. "Just get us some grub, Beckett. It's not every day that the parentals go to the country club during a weekday."

Beck stood up and dusted himself off. "You're just lucky we're all too lazy to cook something tonight." He flicked my forehead and walked out of the room, then out the door. He's lucky he did or I would have flicked him right back.

And my flicks are painful.

Gwen ran back down the steps, her sketchbook in her hands. "I've almost finished my drawing for the big show tomorrow! Wooters!"

"Wooters indeed," I sort of sarcastically mumble. "You've been working on that for days. How much more do you have to do?"

"Just a few more details in the shading and it'll be perfect," Gwen said with a smile, plopping down on the couch. "Did Beck leave?"

"Yeah, just pulled out. Let's go in the recreational vehicle and mess with his stuff."

"I do enjoy messing with our dear brother's stuff..."

The two of us ran out and threw the door to the Silver Streak open. Gwen sat down on his bed and began messing around with her drawing some more, and I didn't bother her, because I knew it had to be finished by the end of school tomorrow if it was going to get into the art show.

Besides, that leaves more stuff for me to mess with.

Moo ha ha.

"Did Jade tell you the good news?" I picked up a snow globe that Beck had received when our parents took a second honeymoon to Hawaii and began shaking it.

"Um, duh. It was the only thing you and Jade talked about on the way home from school."

"Well, can you blame us? That grunge had it coming!"

"No argument there."

After about twenty or so more minutes of me messing with all of Beck's knick knacks, Gwen jumped up from Beck's bed, shrieking like a weirdo. "IT'S DONE! IT'S DONE AND IT IS ABSOLUTELY PERFECT!"

She hopped off the bed and ran through the door, almost knocking Beck and our takeout over.

"Apparently she just-"

"Yeah, I heard her," Beck said, rolling his eyes as he sat the bags down on his desk and took one of the boxes out. "White rice?"

"Nummy," I said, taking the box and a pair of chopsticks from him. "Oh, and I kinda broke your lava lamp. Sorry."

Beck looked back up at me, more confused than angry. "I have a lava lamp?"

God, he has so much junk, he doesn't even realize it.

/ /

Several hours later, our parents arrived back home and stumbled into the house. Well, my father did. My mother looked sober. At least they had enough brains not to drive drunk or buzzed or whatever my dad currently was.

I'll try not to do that Saturday.

Especially since I don't have a license.

Gwen had dozed off several minutes ago and was sprawled out on Beck's bed. Chinese food always makes her fall asleep earlier than usual.

Seriously, it's only ten. I didn't go to bed at ten even when I was ten.

"You want me to throw something at her?" I asked Beck, who I was on the couch with, watching some rerun of some old sitcom. I wasn't really paying attention to it.

"Gwen is not your punching bag, Aly," Beck said in a jokingly stern way.

"I know. She's my throwing bag. As in I throw things at her because it amuses me. And she has to go to her own bed anyway." I picked up an apple Beck had lying around. I was about to throw it at her, but Beck snatched it from my hand.

"Just let her sleep. She'd just make me carry her inside and I don't feel like it."

"Yeah, that's the only reason, Beckett. You just don't want to disturb her because you're a big softie."

"Somebody else in this family has to be, or else we'd all be overpowered by your sassiness."

"... Sassiness?"

"That's the nice way of saying it."

I rolled my eyes. "You guys are lame. I'm going inside to escape the pure lameness you two are smothering me with."

As I stood up and walked toward the door, Beck called out, "Love you too, sis!"

I stuck my tongue out at him and walked into the house, where there were no parents in sight. They must have already hit the hay.

Hurray.

/ /

The next morning was a blur at the beginning. I guess going to bed at one in the morning wasn't the best idea.

The first thing I remember is sitting at the breakfast bar with some oatmeal that I had apparently made. And I was already dressed and showered and my hair was done. How about that.

"BATHROOM!" Gwen screamed as she ran into the house and up the stairs. Beck was slowly following her, so I guess she was calling dibs. Either that or she really had to pee.

"Morning, Als," he greeted, sounding more alert than he usually does in the morning. Like me, he's what Gwen would call a 'lazy bum'.

Um, just because some people don't enjoy waking up so freaking early in the morning doesn't make them lazy bums. It makes them normal.

"Hey, I see you've already tamed your mane." I smirked. Usually when Beck first wakes up, his already wild hair goes POOF and just looks crazy. But it was its regular amount of crazy today. And I also couldn't help but notice he was already dressed.

He popped some bread into the toaster and said, "Yeah, I got ready a little earlier, because I didn't sleep for long. I was up at like four."

"Somebody's been spending too much time with Gwen." I could hear the shower running as I ate more oatmeal and Beck's toast popped out. He put a bunch of butter on it and sat down across from me at the breakfast bar type thing.

"You know, Gwen talks in her sleep," Beck commented, munching on the toast he had just made.

I stopped eating my oatmeal for a moment and raised an eyebrow. "Really? Since when?"

He shrugged. "Who knows. She was really quiet, and I probably wouldn't have been able to hear her if I hadn't been awake and on my laptop. She could have been doing it for years and we wouldn't have noticed."

Huh. Weird. "What did she say?"

"Well, for a while, she talked about the time she married a piece of cake, and then she talked about the time she went to André's house to hang out with Neil Patrick Harris..." Beck chuckled. I just rolled my eyes.

What's with her obsession over André somehow being related to Neil Patrick Harris? Seriously, what skin is it off her nose?

"Sounds like a riot. Did you talk back to her?"

"For a while. We had a conversation about what peanut butter would feel like up somebody's nose." Gross. "And then we discussed who would win in a fist fight, Duncan from Total Drama Island or Puck from Glee. She kept switching sides."

I let out a laugh in-between bites of oatmeal. "Dude, I wish I had been there. I would have had plenty of new ammo to make fun of her with."

Beck smirked slightly, but it quickly faded. "Then, she told me something rather interesting... Something about you going to some party with Sean and getting drunk off you ass last week."

I swear to God, my heart started beating ten times faster then, but I remained cool.

"Oh... Really?"

"Yeah, but I figured it was just more nonsense," Beck said nonchalantly, making my stomach stop flip-flopping. "But then, after Gwen stopped talking, I got on The Slap to write a status about all the stuff she blithered on about, and I saw a few pictures my friend Mitch posted. From a party he went to last Friday."

Pictures? From a party last Friday? Cue the belly flip flops again.

"What of?"

He pulled his PearPhone out and pulled something up. "Well, they say that a picture says a thousand words."

He turned it around to reveal a picture that I had been tagged in. One of me, drunk as a skunk, with a plastic red cup of beer raised high in the air. And as if that wasn't bad enough, I was all over Sean, and practically devouring his neck.

"I've never actually met Tasha, but I'm pretty sure she doesn't look like the boyfriend of yours that I now have to kill..." I looked back up at Beck and he finally looked pissed off.

That picture didn't say a thousand words to me. Just two.

I'm screwed.