Oh my gosh! I updated the wrong chapter for the wrong story at the wrong time and ugh it was just all wrong!! I'm sooo sorry and here is the real update!! Just goes to show you I'm not perfect either ;)

**Tada, incredibly late, but here none the less, though I must be honest with you, I didn't really write it. I have… a sort of writers block I suppose you could call it, and I just couldn't come up with anything for this chapter, and when I did try to write it, it wasn't to my satisfactory… though I don't think that entirely makes sense, but whatever, here it is, and I hope you all enjoy it. Oh and by the way, my deer of friend and lovely editor Senna actually wrote this chapter, I can't say I love it, but it will do, so please enjoy and please let me know what you think. Oh, and the next chapter is already half done lol, I've had it written for like a month and a half… so anyway, carry on**

Watashi No Aka-chan

Consequences, consequences, you perform an action which is followed by a consequence. It's not hard, you're taught that when you're young. You learn it fast as you grow. So fast, in fact, that you don't stop to think the action through any more, when you were young you hesitated and thought about the next move, what had your mother said not to do again? Then you grow up and every time you're in a situation you do as you were taught.

But that's the easy part, touch fire, get burnt, the real test comes when you are confronted with fire again, but a different sort of fire. Touch? Don't touch? Or for me: smoke? Don't smoke? Have sex? Don't have sex? Simple little decisions that change many big things, the wrong decision when standing in front of that fire could land you in the hospital with third degree burns. Or when you're at a party and you're horny, if you say yes to that chick, she may try to bite your dick off, as I know all but to well about.

As you've seen I'm great at being able to see where I'm going wrong. I've done almost nothing but tell you what I've done wrong and how much I know I shouldn't have done whatever it was. It's that whole follow through thing that screws me. The 'don't take another hit, you remember what happened last time' part is what doesn't seem to penetrate. And honestly it's got nothing to do with how smart I am, or how stupid, it's just that logic thing that gets me. When you're high and chugging beers you can't hear your logic, common sense. It's too much fun to listen to that voice that tells me not to do things. That voice is there to nag and pester and bitch and moan late in the afternoon when I'm finally fully awake, after having another 'time of my life'.

But it's too late, right? I've already drank too much, smoked too much, fucked too much, the deeds have been done. Looking back and groaning, feeling like I should have thought more, should've stopped and realized that these were the wrong things to do, that doesn't help me, in fact it doesn't do anything other than take up time that I could be using to do something. That's all I do though, think back, I don't take the lessons that should've been learned. I think back, and think about how what I've done is wrong, yet again and again all those bad situations pop up again and rather than recalling the mistake I made before, I just do it again

In fact I'm about to do just what I've bitched and moaned to you about. I've got this stuff called Boom, some new super uber drug, there's a new one almost every week. And I'm gonna go to a party, I'm gonna drink a number of beers that I'll be unable to remember the next morning, I'll fire up this Boom and then I'm gonna find a sweet lil chick that wants to screw around for a bit. And chances are that it's gonna be that sweet little girl Mayaku. I know that she idolizes me, for whatever sick little reason it is that she has, and that I can do what ever the hell I want with her. If I tell her to bark and hop on one foot, she'll simply say 'which foot?'.

I saw the way she looked at me and knew that I could do what I will with her. Anyone else, a better person, would use their influence to possibly help her to do something that is actually for her, but I'm gonna go to that party tonight and I'm gonna probably get her totally fucked up on this Boom stuff. And if I feel like it I'm gonna screw her.

Then morning is going to come and I'm going to just a barely have a coherent idea of what I did and where I was the night before. I'll find some sort of clarity in the afternoon and then that's when I'll start thinking 'Man, maybe that wasn't the best thing to do.' When I recall everything I did that night I'll think that. In fact how about I star it NOW:

I really shouldn't have been drinking so much, sometimes I forget how big of a headache I get after some of these wild nights. That Boom stuff was great but I'm still a bit out of sorts, maybe I should have been more careful with that stuff, the guy did say it was some heavy duty stuff.

Mayaku looked really great, she's not used to trying strong stuff like that Boom thing, but she smoked it. I can tell it's because she was in front of me and I was doing it and I asked her if she wanted to join me.

Yeah those will probably be my exact words. It's the same thing every time. I have the feeling like I want to say 'it's a vicious cycle'-

Wait, I was going to say something about that being a stupid cliché but it's true. I'm putting myself through a vicious cycle. Key words being 'I'm putting myself', not like I need to tell you it again, but I'm putting myself through this all, but it really isn't willingly…I just…I just can't help myself. I can't stop myself, maybe that isn't really true, it's more like I have no motivation to help myself, to try and stop myself. This is my life, and this is how I chose to live it, end of story.

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Mokuba drove to the party for the night, he had the volume maxed out on his car's sound system, he and the car shook as the music played. The sun had set and the darkness was quickly falling upon Domino. When the daemons come out to play, Mokuba thought as pulled into a space in front of the house the party was being held in. He felt inside one of his pockets and found the Boom joint, he sighed, Rinse and repeat. He took the keys from the ignition and hid them as he had done probably a million times before. He stretched and looked at the house then started walking towards it. He could feel the music that was pumping inside.

He walked into the house and was hit by the smell of human, beer, and a mix of many different drugs. The smell by itself was intoxicating, he let it all seep into his skin, in his blood ran this smell that was the party. He felt the warmth in which this smell incubated in, it ran over his skin then lay on it. The music that rocked the house became his heartbeat. He gave himself up to this feeling, let this all take him in- but there was a barrier keeping him from total absorption, he was still sober. His gateway wasn't open yet.

Making his way to the keg that had been set up in the living room he saw the usual group of people drinking and dancing. He filled a plastic cup for himself and drained it quickly then filled another one for himself. He started looking around for something, or someone, to do. He walked through the room, saying his 'hello's and 'what you been up to?'s, same shit different party. He drained four more of the large plastic cups before he saw her.

Mayaku was looking around, she was looking for Mokuba. Could that guy by the door have lied, he said that Mokuba was in here. She bit her bottom lip and kept looking. Did I come to the wrong party? Maybe I should stay…just in case he shows up. Or should I leave…she thought as she looked at the people, trying to find Mokuba. Then she gasped as she felt an arm slip around her waist and she heard a voice whisper "Hello there." She turned her head quickly and saw who it was.

"Mokuba!?"

Mokuba smiled at the girl, "Why don't we go find a private room, have a little fun?" he watched her blush and nod.

This may be it, Mayaku! Remember keep a cool head. She followed him upstairs. This could be the night she had dreamt of. She went into the small bedroom, which had a dresser, a TV on a low stand and a bed, it looked pretty bare and the walls were painted a dreary shade of blue.

Mokuba pulled her close to him, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her deeply; tasting the fruity drink she had had a bit of earlier. His hand wandered down her side and then started slipping up her skirt. He felt her stiffen slightly; he moved his face and looked at her face, "Something wrong?"

"No," She smiled. She moved her hand onto his thigh; she felt something in his pocket. "What's this?"

"Boom," he took the joint out of his pocket with his lighter. "Remember that stuff that guy gave me the other night?"

Mayaku had had some of the Boom before, it had been great so she only hesitated a moment before she said "Yeah."

He took her hand and walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge, he pulled her so that she sat down next to him. He lit the joint and took a long drag and held it in his lungs. Boom. He felt the smoke swirl in his lungs and then start rolling out into the rest of him. A dull buzzing, like a humming, started in his head, it crept down into the rest of him and then he exhaled and passed the joint to Mayaku.

She looked at the joint and then took it from him, their fingers brushed each other and she smiled, blushing slightly. It was romantic in a sort of sick way. She took a short drag on the joint and held the breath for a bit, not as long as Mokuba had, she wasn't that adventurous. Pace yourself. You don't want to get sick or anything, not in front of Mokuba, he's probably used to all this stuff but you're not.

They passed the joint back and forth three more times. Mayaku got up the courage to inhale more smoke and to hold it in her lungs longer.

Mokuba closed his eyes and took a deep breath. The humming was singing within him. It rippled out to his fingertips and then like a wave, crashing into the rocks then flowing back to the ocean, the humming came back to him. He stood up and he could clearly feel the music that was pumping through the house beneath him. His feet soaked up the bass and then the pounding traveled up his legs to his spine where it shook, mini tremors, and rattled up to his brain. It was like there was an earthquake inside of him, but he felt like a tower, he liked the feeling.

Mayaku's head swam; she looked around and saw the color of the walls had become about fifty different shades of blue. The blues danced with each other and flowed over each. She held her hand up in front of her face and looked at it; she moved it and watched as the color of her skin melded with the fifty shades of blue. She saw no lines, separations, between colors. All of the blue threatened to swallow up the black screen of the television. She touched the sheet on the bed and felt a tingle that ran up her arm and danced on her spine. She felt Mokuba take the joint from her. She looked up at him and saw that the colors of his face also ran over their boundaries. She saw the colors as liquid, she wanted to touch them and feel the wet. It had a mercurial look to it though, like if she touched the colors she wouldn't feel wet, just the liquid cool on her skin.

He took a drag and moved toward the open door, the music was louder out there; he wanted to be in that sea of sound. He wanted to feel the beat rolling out over his skin; he wanted to swim in it and inhale it and let it swim in him. It called to him and he went to it. Song of the spheres, this is it, isn't it? This is heavenly music! This is where I BELONG, Boom! Boom is where the music is! Boom is where I have to be!! He laughed at the thoughts he was having, not because they were crazy, but because they just made him so happy he couldn't help but laugh. He had too much emotion to contain. Out in the hall he was almost above the speakers and the sound shook the ground that he stood on.

Mayaku wanted more of the Boom; she wanted to be deeper in the colors. She got off of the bed and felt like she was floating. She made her way, a bit lazily, to Mokuba, dancing almost. She had an instinct and she followed it. The colors! I DO want to taste the rainbow!! She kissed him. She tasted the Boom in his mouth, she swooned. She broke the kiss to take another hit.

Mokuba's hands found their way to her hips as he moved to stand behind her, and he started grinding against her, he tried to move to the music. He watched the smoke curl out of her mouth and then dance out into the air. The smoke twisted and turned like an exotic belly dancer, he reached to grab some of it. He wanted to watch it dance in his palm

"Boom." He whispered the word as he watched the smoke dissipate when he reached for it. His whisper couldn't be heard. There was no way he would have had a way of knowing that the word had ever been spoken, because the music was so loud, except that he had felt his throat vibrate. He kissed Mayaku's neck, still moving his hips. He felt her moan; he drank the vibration that came from her neck.

Her body sang to the music that played beneath them, the colors all dances and swirled together. She felt Mokuba kissing her neck, she moaned. Then she felt him pulling her to the stairs. She watched the colors of the walls and the people that were leaning against them melt like a liquid tie-dye shirt. She reached out to touch them she wanted to grab them and feel them slide over her fingers and she could lick the colors off and drink them up. But then found herself at the top of the stairs, she looked down and saw the ocean of colors that was waiting for her to dive into. That's where I need to be!!

His body wanted to be immersed, completely in the music. He was outside of where he was supposed to be, feeling and knowing where he was supposed to be, but tortured by the fact that he wasn't. His gateway was open but he wasn't completely through it, and he needed to be. If he was going to be happy he had to be in the music. If he wanted to be fully alive he had to be in it, he had to have it in him. I'm ready, I just need to plunge in. I am open. "Come into me!!" I need to be in my element, I'm nothing out of it. He gently tugged at Mayaku as they descended the stairs. She needs to be in it with me, I don't want to be alive and alone. She has to experience all of this.

She took another hit of Boom and almost forgot to exhale she was too entranced by the colors that were now all around her. So beautiful, nothing but beauty, come to me. Come to me! She was entering the sea of color and it flowed over her now. She faintly felt fingertips that hid beneath the color. They glided across her skin, she shivered, she couldn't see the fingertips under the color ocean but she reached to grab hold of them before they flitted away. "Come back!" she yelled but her yell was unheard. It was absorbed by the colors that flashed in the air; the lights were all different colors. She could see the lights were far away. The lights were by the DJ's booth. There!! I need to go there!!

Their eyes were wide with a certain unearthly hunger. They didn't seem to walk, they seemed to be swimming, or dancing. There were so many people up, standing, dancing, grinding on each other, that it was miracle that they even were able to stay together. Mokuba slid through the crowd of shadows, people, they were unimportant all he needed was his lifeblood, that which was pumping his blood, the bass. Mayaku saw the lights that were by the DJ's booth, and the other lights that were put up, and those colors were what she craved, what she needed, she swam through the sea of colors, the people.

Mokuba stopped for a moment and he turned and took the, now very short, joint from Mayaku. He took a hit; he exhaled as he felt Mayaku get very close to him. He felt the music vibrating through his chest; he put his arm around her and felt the music vibrating through her as well. She licked his neck and nibbled on his collarbone and he moaned, feeling his throat shake with the sound. He felt her hands wandering on him. She is alive, I know she is!

She pulled her face from his chest and looked at his face, it was just barely visible. She felt very hot now, It's just from being so close, it's just all these colors all pushed together, all pushing against each other. They're all moshing!! She took the joint from Mokuba and took another toke, she didn't register the music, all that she saw, heard, tasted, felt, was the colors and Boom. The sea is warm from all the colors.

"Boom!" Mokuba's voice was drowned out by the loud music. But he found that he liked the vibration, the taste, feel, of the word coming from him. "BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!" he yelled. This was his addition to the life giving music. To the bass came his 'BOOM!' On the waves that crashed down upon him from the sound system rode his 'Boom!'

Mayaku licked her lips and felt the colors push closer, a hidden hand, tickling fingers brushed up her thigh. She moaned softly, another set of fingers tickled her lower back. They only lingered for a few moments. There was a zing that came from every tickle of the fingertips. An electric shock that danced in the spots, they pricked her ever so slightly, like tiny electrified needles that were arousing.

Mokuba saw lights sparking behind his eyes; he closed his eyes to see them better. He yelled again, "BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!" he practically screamed it this time. His chest shook as if it were holding fireworks. Life within me!!! He wrapped his arms tight around Mayaku, wanting to share this booming that he held in him. He wanted the life to be inside her also

She dropped the joint, and was unable to see into the sea of color which then wrapped around her in the form of Mokuba and the dancers that got closer. She felt pin pricks where their bodies touched hers. These weren't the arousing needles that had pricked her only a few moments before. She felt more and more heat gushing through her. It felt like she was in boiling water, or maybe hotter. The colors have turned into lava!! The colors burned brightly, almost searing her eyes, she looked directly into the lights that flashed and moved and transformed all they touched. She felt lights exploding inside her, she felt the hot bits of glass burn her insides, felt them cut her in a million places.

He lifted her up slightly, putting his face to her chest, yelling. "BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!!!!" She HAS to feel this!!! She has to be a part of this!! He wanted to take her into him; he was where all this booming happened, where there was real life. He wanted to swallow her up, just wrapped around her like an amoeba and digest her that way. She had to be living! He had to give her life! He held her closer.

The needles turned to burning daggers that ripped into her flesh. This was not what she had wanted to dive into. The colors wrapped up Mayaku tighter, they were trying to choke her, the friendly ocean she had seen from the stairs was really a raging tempest. It was trying to break her up, make her easier to metabolize, she had wanted to be in the colors, but not like this. Not like this!! Everything was changing, and it was changing too fast for her. The song that played was hard and fast and the dancers became aggressive. The lights flashed faster and brighter they become searing daggers that ripped at her brain. The fingers turned to hard, sharp, and painful, elbows and knees. She yelled and called for help.

Mokuba was so happy, She is booming too!! She is feeling the life from him! He was living with her!! He yelled, joined her in her booming. "BOOM!! BOOM!! BOOM!!!!" they were going to boom their way to bliss. In this life there is no pain, no sad, nothing but bliss! "BLISS!!! BLISS!!!!! BLISS!!!!!" he yelled into her chest.

She squeezed her eyelids shut; it felt like there was an anaconda around her, trying to squeeze the life out of her. It's hiding in the colors!!! The burning was rolling out through her and she felt as she was on fire. The dancers got more and more vicious, pounding into her with more and more vigor. The colors were burning her and the monsters that hid in the colors attacked her. "HELP!!! HELP ME!!!!! PLEASE HELP ME!!! THE COLORS ARE TRYING TO KILL ME!!!!"

His body felt none of the blows dealt to it and he was completely unaware of the lights or the colors, he was swimming in the life giving sound. Bliss. Pure, pure, pure, bliss!! He was alive, truly alive!! He needed more!! He had to be farther in it. He started shifting through the shadows to get to the music.

Mayaku screamed and screamed as Mokuba pulled her closer to the large speakers, the colors scraped and scratched at her. Claws!! The colors are hiding monsters with claws!! She thought hysterically. Everything that touched her caused severe pain, just Mokuba's hand on her wrist caused her great pain. But it was the rest her that sang a louder song of pure pain. Her head was burning from the lights and her flesh was beaten by the dancers. She didn't want to be in the color anymore, it hurt too much.

Mokuba screamed in jubilation as he pulled her close to him again, he could feel her vibrating from her inner sound. LIFE!! LIFE!! SHE HAS THE LIFE!!! He thought and he was happy that she had it too, Now we both have it!!! He wrapped his arms around her tightly holding her as close as he could.

Her body was a symphony of pain; fire ran through her poor veins and knives raking against her skin whenever she was touched. I want out!!! OUT!!!!

He felt more pounding and pounding on his chest. MORE, MORE LIFE!!!! This was what he had searched for, the music all around him.

She was screaming and beating on Mokuba's chest, he was touching her and it caused her serious pain. He was squeezing too tightly. She could hardly breathe. She succeeded in getting him to release her, but she ended up pushing herself into the rest of the sea of horrid colors.

He continued taking in that wondrous sound, taking in as much life as he could.

She tried to find some way out of the color, it swam around her, trying to swallow her up again. The monsters grabbed at her tried to pull her into them, tried to eat her.

He was grabbed by someone but didn't notice it until she pulled him close. He looked down, then moved his face very close to hers and saw that it was a very beautiful girl. He felt her hands on him; he kissed her and moaned into her mouth, he felt that she had to feel this life as well if she couldn't already. "BOOM!! BOOM!!" he yelled and pulled her close to him. Then he felt her yell something as well. He smiled and she ground against him and her hand wandered around on him. He felt them just barely, he was too in tuned with the new song that was on to pay them any real mind. The new song had an electric vibe to it, it zinged through him.

Mayaku tried to pull herself out of the colored sea but then something grabbed a hold of her pulled her back in. She screamed and yelled and hollered but no one heard her. The guy that had grabbed her started feeling her up. She tried to push the thing away, every slide of his hand up her thigh felt like red hot glass dragged across her flesh. He ignored her fighting and continued. She tried to punch him and he shoved her against a wall.

Mokuba let the girl push him against a wall and continue search up and down his body, looking for pleasure. He was entranced by the song that was on. Against the wall he could feel the music pumping through the house, beating through him. Her hands dipped into his front pocket, he'd normally be aroused by that but he couldn't feel it, the music was his arousal. She kissed his neck and pressed her breasts against his chest as her hands moved through his back pockets.

The guy was pulling her shirt up and pushing his hand up. She was screaming and trying to fight him, trying to push him back. Flailing wildly, she managed to punch him in the cheek. He stopped and looked at her stunned as she shoved him away and then ran into the sea of colors that was getting more and more vivid.

Suddenly a guy came and shoved the girl away, and he grabbed Mokuba and dragged him out of the living room and into the kitchen. Mokuba looked at the guy, bewildered, he could still hear the music but it wasn't as loud. He looked around dazed, I'm outside again… he thought as he looked up at the off white lights. The guy grabbed his face and made Mokuba look at him. Mokuba saw the guy's lips moving, but really just saw the colors moving and changing, but he heard none of what he was saying. The guy started pulling him farther from the living room. He stopped and tried talking to Mokuba again but still Mokuba just looked around dazed and out of sorts.

Mayaku threw herself into people, her head was spinning and she was panicking. I need to get out!! I need to get out!!! HELP!!! HELP!!!! She tripped and fell to the hard ground, she felt as if she had fallen onto a floor covered in broken glass. Pain was everywhere around her. The people kept dancing around her some kicked her, not seeing her on the floor. She tried to pull herself up off the floor but fell, she tried again and succeeded. She wavered, wobbled, she couldn't see straight and she could stand straight. She looked around, not quite knowing what she saw, she only saw only color. She ended up looking at the strobe lights, which pulsed faster and faster. It felt like every pulse of the lights was a baseball bat's strike upon her skull. She held her head and cried out in pain, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from the lights.

The guy dragged Mokuba outside, Mokuba had no idea the scenery had changed, he was too hot to feel the cool air that now blew over him, and he was too dazed to notice that the colors had changed again. He looked up and saw the dark of the night's sky and thought that he was back in the living room. But then he didn't feel the music. "Where is it?"

"Where's what? Mokuba, do you know what that girl was trying to-!" the guy started.

"Where is the life?" Mokuba looked around like a child looking for his mother. He reached out to try to grab hold of something, trying to pull the life back into him.

"Mokuba…?" the guy looked at Mokuba confused, he was a friend, of sorts, he had seen Mokuba high but this was different. "What have you taken?"

Mokuba started moving back in the direction of the music. So empty, so empty without it…

Mayaku was shoved onto a couch, someone fell on top of her, she yelped in pain. She shoved the person off of her, harshly. Her insides felt like they were boiling, she scratched at her skin, trying to get off the acid she felt had been poured on her. She tore at her own flesh. The pain burnt itself into her. She felt like her head was going to explode, she grabbed it and shut her eyes but she saw the lights flashing through them. She opened them and tried to get up; someone grabbed her arm and pulled her back into the sea, to dance. She was, once again, swallowed up by the sea.

Mokuba stumbled to the door and almost tried to walk through it, but the guy grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Mokuba what have you taken?" the guy could see Mokuba's eyes were almost fully dilated and there was a worried dreamy look in his eyes. Mokuba still wasn't registering what was going on; all he knew was that he wasn't in the life. He tried to go to the life but the guy held him back. "Mokuba- LOOK AT ME!"

Mokuba heard something loud near him, "Life?" he turned and moved close to it.

"What have you taken?!" Mokuba's friend was losing his patience and Mokuba was still acting like a little kid. He had to snap him out of it, Mokuba was completely fucked. The guy could feel that Mokuba was burning up; his temperature was through the roof.

Mayaku was pushed and pulled through the ocean. The monsters ripped and tore at her. She fought against them, someone grabbed her waist and tried to pull her close to them, she shoved them away. She threw herself through a wall of people, monsters. She pushed her way through. Then she found herself at the DJ's booth. She was right, smack dab, in front of the pulsing lights that made her mind reel and scream. She stood in a trance for a moment and then there came a hot horrid searing pain that was like a red poker being lanced through her skull, like lightening hit her. There was some warm liquid that poured slowly over her top lip it seeped into her mouth and there was a bittersweet taste to it. Her eyes stared, unseeing at the lights. Pulse. Pulse. Zing. Zing. Pulse. Pulse. Burn. Burn.

Mokuba couldn't understand why he was away from the life, but he had found a small part of the life, right in front of him. He wrapped his arms around it. His friend stood absolutely still, shocked, for a moment. He pushed Mokuba off of him. Mokuba was so out of it that he fell to the ground. "WHAT HAVE YOU TAKEN!?!"

Mokuba could hear the life so near him. "BOOM!! BOOM!!!!!!!"

"Oh my god, we're going home," the voice said, grabbing Mokuba by his arm and dragging him away from the music, away from his life.

"No! Take me back to my life! Where's my life?" Mokuba hollered as he was flung into the back seat of a vehicle. He fumbled with the door handle, not entirely understanding how it worked, all he knew is that he had to get out of this things that was taking him away from the life. He yelled at the invisible wall that wasn't allowing him to make his way back to the pounding beats. Then, the ackward invisible contraption began quickly moving forwards and Mokuba was thrown to a lower level, hitting his head and loosing what was left of his consciousness.

Mayaku's eyes wide and the color that had always been inside of her pumping, beating, a vivid red on her face, she fell to the ground.

The music, life, kept going. The lights kept flashing. The color, the ocean, kept moving. But Mayaku stopped, her mind stopped as she curled up into a little ball, half beneath the table, and half out. She opened her eyes one last time, watched as the lights faded and muttered two, last words. "My baby…" and then everything went black.

**Well there you go, I promise the next one won't take me a month, since it's already partially done… I'm so sorry it took so long, honest I am. I hate having a job and such and you know… this story will probably get better when describing hang overs and such lol… now that I've actually experiences one. Ugh, never drink guys, never drink tot he point of being sick anyway, and always try to be able and remember what you are doing and omg… I'm leaving lol, I'm depressing myself, happy new years guys. Oh and by the way, if by chance you like her writing better than mine, then feel free to let me know and I'll quit writing it and hand full (lol) costodey of it over to her. Lol, anyway, carrying on then…**