Disclaimer I don't own these characters, I'm not making money from them they are just being borrowed. Kali's mine though, you can't have her!

Author's Note  Okay I'm gonna roll with the Abby and Jake relationship for this story and maybe a few more. It's not gonna go CARBY soon, or maybe at all… you'll hafta keep reading my stories. And plz review!

The bottle was now empty and I couldn't remember how many other coolers I had had before this one. Hmm… Three? Maybe four…

"Scott?" I call.

"Yeah babe?" he appears by my side and nuzzles my neck.

"How many drinks have I had?" I ask.

"I dunno how many?" he grins.

"I was asking you!" I go to slap him but misjudge the distance and end up on the floor instead.

"Kali are you okay?" Amy asks as she stumbles over to me.

"Yep yep, I'm dandy!" I say dramatically.

"Dandy?" Trevor asks.

"Yep, I'm dandy! Abby said that today and now I say it," I explain and break out laughing.

Then we're all laughing and I know that we're so drunk. I had told Abby that I was sleeping over at Julie's house… Which was true, I had gone to Julie's place, dropped my stuff off and we had been here ever since. But where was Julie?

"Julie? Where's my Julie?" I ask no one in particular.

"She went in the back room with Andy," Scott says as he helps me to my feet. He sits me on the couch and takes a seat next to me. I snake my arms around his neck and his hands glide around my waist. Our mouths meet and my blood heats up. But breathing becomes necessary and we pull away, our breaths ragged.

"I should go get her, we have to go," I whisper.

I get up and walk zigzagged to the back room.

"Julie! Julie come on we gotta go home, it's past three. I'm coming in on the count of five and I don't wanna see anything that will scar me," I giggle at the last statement and open the door without counting.

Julie is stumbling around the room pulling on her clothes and Andy is doing the same. I crack up again and the room starts to sway a bit. Scott is there though and picks me up, except I think my mini skirt rose up and is showing my underwear so I squirm around a bit until he sets me back down.

"See ya later," I tell him and grab a final kiss before following Julie out the door.

…………………..

We head down the streets and I have no clue where I am. But Julie seems to know and she grasps my hand in hers and leads the way, as though she was an adult and I was a small child. I laugh at this thought.

"I don't know where we are," I complain.

"Shh it's okay I know the way, we're almost there," she shushes me.

I totter behind her quietly and look at all the lights from houses and such. But then I trip over my feet and end up on the ground. Julie hovers over me trying to stifle her laughs in the quiet streets.

"Kali have you ever drank before?" she questions as she pulls me to my feet.

"Yes," I say in a dignified tone.

She gives me a weird look.

"Okay, okay I haven't," I say a bit sheepishly.

She jus laughs and grabs my hand again and we continue our journey to her place. And finally I see her house looming in front of us. Thank God! We head around the side and go to the big oak tree in the backyard. We had snuck out around eleven and climbed out her window and down the tree. Easy when you're sober. I wasn't sure if I could do it now.

"I'll give you a boost," Julie says and kneels on the grass with her hands together. My foot hovers over them, and I step on it quickly and grab the branch before I hurt her.

"Ouch," she cries.
"Shh! What did I do?" I hiss as I pull myself up and start climbing the branches.

"Your shoes dummy, they hurt me," she whispers harshly as she follows me up.

"They're just kitten heels," I say as I walk across the top branch to the bedroom window and climb in.

"Well they still hurt," she moans, "And I could see up your skirt when you climbed the tree, nice underwear." She smirks and walks into her closet to change into some pajamas. I pull mine on and lie down on the cot beside her bed just as she enters again.

"Nighty night," I say, snuggling into my blankets.

"Night," she mumbles.

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Oww. Owwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww! My heaaaaad!

I lie still and take deep breaths, wondering why my head hurts so much. Oh yeah, I was at Scott's last night and what happened? Oh yeah I drank. This must be a hangover. I don't think I like this part.

I sit up slowly and see that Julie's bed is empty. The clock reads 1:47pm. I sit up slowly and look for the jeans and top I had worn to Julie's yesterday. (I had borrowed Julie's pink mini skirt and a white tank top to go to Scott's.) The jeans were easy to find so I pulled those on but when I couldn't find my t-shirt I grabbed a blue sweatshirt from Julie's closet and headed downstairs to find my friend.

"Good morning Sunshine," Julie chirps as I stumble into the bright kitchen.

"Shut up," I grumble.

She walks over to me with a glass of water and some pills. I choke them down without asking.

"They'll ease your headache," she explains.

We sit in silence and my splitting headache soon lessens into a dull throb.

"I hafta go now, I promised Abby I'd be home by 2:30," I tell Julie as I slid off the stool and headed for the door.

"Okay see ya in school tomorrow Kals, love ya," she waves from the door.

I wave without looking back and jog back home.

………………….

The shower's running when I get into the apartment but as I head to my room it turns off.

Good timing Abby, I think to myself.

Yet when I pass Abby's bedroom on the way to mine, I see Abby doing her hair.

"Hi Abby," I grin.

"Kali oh um hi sweetheart," she stammers.

Footsteps stop behind me and I turn quickly before he can hide.

"Hiya Jake!" I smile brightly to the man in front of me dressed only in a pink towel.

"Hi Kali," he says and rushes back to the bathroom.

I laugh at Abby's horrified face and continue to my room. I like Jake, he was there for me that day last month when I needed to tell someone about Abby's going to that funeral. And I guess since then they've been going out.

I plop onto my bed and listen to Jake exit the bathroom and run to Abby's room. The door shuts and I can hear Abby's laughter. I realize that I still smell like last night's booze and hurry to the bathroom, lock the door, strip off my clothes and step into the shower before Jake tries to get into the bathroom again.

Nervousness takes a hold on me and I scrub my body fiercely and wash my hair three times in fear of Abby finding out. I figured that she would flip out ten times more than anyone else would since she had been an alcoholic.

So I smelled pretty sweet when I joined Abby and Jake in the living room where they were cuddled on the sofa watching a movie.

"How was your sleepover," Abby asked as I sat down on the chair beside the couch.

"It was fun." I smiled, "How was yours?"

Abby blushed but Jake was witty about it and retorted with a "It was fun."