"Mom!" I shouted up the stairs from my first floor room over the blare of my little sisters music. No response. I tried again, "MOM!" I shouted, louder this time. Then it came, a crash and a returned answer.

"Daveigh, what is it now? You woke the baby up, you know I can't have Noah just crawling around doing whatever he pleases at 9 at night. He'll be completely out of sync with his sleeping routine." 'Sync with his sleeping routine?'My parents were complete hippies, or at least they had been back in the day. How else would I get a name like Daveigh?

I sighed, climbing up the stairs as I pulled on an open back green shirt over my purple tank top, "I'm going out mom."

Once again, there was no response. Ever seen they'd had that mistake of a child I'd been neglected. Even Reyanne, my sister, got more attention than I did and she was a little snob of a ten-year-old. It usually didn't bother me much, it let me stay out as late as I wanted and do pretty much whatever I pleased within the parental control limits. I waited a moment or two before saying, "Mom, I'm going to Bradin's." The response was merely a grunt this time and I took off running the second I'd heard it, I knew that Callie would be waiting for me in her best outfit, if only to please Bradin. She doesn't need to wear something gorgeous to please him, she's already the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. I thought to myself as I wondered what she might pick out of her closet for tonight.

I grabbed my keychain off the kitchen counter and dashed out the door to my silver Mustang, turning the ignition and driving off down the street, Bradin had asked the both of us to come early to help him set up and get a head start on hiding his aunts most valuable items. I pulled up outside of Callie's ranch house and honked the horn two times, knowing she was already waiting at the window for me to arrive.

She came out minutes later in a white flowing skirt and a brown tank-top.

"Oooh, I love that necklace on you." I gushed, reaching over and unlocking the door for her, "Let me see it." I carefully placed my hand on her breast plate and brought the necklace closer to my view, "It's gorgeous." The necklace was a turquoise shell necklace with a beautiful brown wooden carved rose right in the center.

"Thanks," She laughed cautiously as I pulled out of the driveway and drove down the street.

"Do you know where he lives?" I asked after a few moments of just radio play.

"Yeah, it's actually this next right." She pointed at the large house that stood directly on the beach, all the lights were turned on in the lower part of the house and we both laughed, knowing Bradin was panicking at what he was about to do.

"Did he tell you where his parents went?" I inquired as we walked up the driveway and I fixed my skirt that had somehow become tilted on the drive there.

"No, he didn't say much of anything. But he did say his little brother and sister were going to be upstairs when we got there, apparently they're both off to sleep over some of their friends houses." She lifted her arm and knock hard in a rhythmic pattern on the door.

The door flew open and we were greeted by a huge smile, "Hey guys, thanks so much for coming." The words flew out of his mouth just as quickly as he turned around and rushed down the stairs into what looked like the living room portion of his house, "Do you think this looks alright?"

"I told him it looked fine, but he just doesn't believe me." A thick Australian accented voice came from the kitchen. There was a man holding a bowl of popcorn and a can of beer. I gazed at him in consternation for a moment before turning to Bradin. "You didn't tell us that your parents didn't mind if you had a party."

"No, no, no." Bradin shook his head, "This is my... my uncle? My friend." He nodded when the word seemed appropriate, "He's my friend. He just lives here. I don't live with my parents."

"Oh." I bit my lip looking around the room, "So yeah, it looks great." I could tell the topic of Bradin's parents was a sore one and he didn't seem like now was the right moment to talk about it, so I'd quickly changed the subject before Callie charged into the matter herself.

"Exactly what I was thinking," Bradin's 'friend' laughed, placing his beer down and giving Bradin a swift punch to the shoulder.

"Yeah, yeah, Jay. So you're the party master." Bradin nodded, grabbing the beer that Jay had just placed down and popping it open, "But this is my party, so out. Out. Out." He shuffled Jay to the door with sweeping gestures and turned around to look at Callie and I, who were uncomfortably standing in the center of the room. He threw himself on the couch and softly patted the area next to him, "Well so much for making you guys come over an hour early to helped me set up, at least we can watch T.V."

Callie jumped at the chance to sit next to him and scooted over to the couch, placing herself gingerly down. "Hey you," she mumbled to him, causing me to nervously stir.

"Dave, sit your ass down!" Bradin called out, "Please, you're making me nervous."

I laughed, placing myself as far away from the two of them as I could. I really don't want anything to do with that. As I crossed my arms across my chest and squirmed in my seat a thought came to mind, What if he becomes her new best friend? I can't live without Callie. She's too much a part of me. I silently scolded myself for even thinking such a thing, Callie wouldn't do that to me. We were too good of friends. Hopefully.

The doorbell interrupted a whole new thought that I had began to brood over and Callie causally got up with Bradin, as if it was normal to be attached to his arm like she was. I rolled my eyes and stayed on the couch, watching the T.V as if it was the most interesting thing I'd seen in days. There was a squeal, that I assumed to come from Callie, and moments later Lucas walked into the room with his arm thrown across some girls shoulders I'd never seen before. I suddenly felt lonely.

"Since when did girls become the new accessory? I must've missed out on that trend." I joked with them, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh, don't worry, Dave. You'll have an accessory by the end of the night." Callie winked at me before laughing with Bradin and sitting down to await the coming of more people.

"Hey, I'm Lucas." The brown haired boy introduced himself as he and his accessory made their way to the couch, "And this is Shelby." He pointed to what looked like the stupidest girl I'd ever seen. She smiled politely at me before returning to twirl her hair and popping bubbles of the pinkest bubblegum I'd ever seen.

"Nice…" I trailed off, giving Lucas an uncertain smile.

This night will be far from nice. I thought bitterly to myself as the doorbell rang once again.