I am such an insomniac, I wrote this at 6 in the morning and i hadn't a wink of sleep so excuse the bad writing. Hope you still like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Summerland or it's characters
"Don't your parents mind that your out all night?" asked Braden disbelievingly. He already knew the answer, but he still found it shocking.
"Don't you mean, do my parents even notice?" Vegas shot back while rolling her eyes with a smile. It was already midnight and the little yacht soiree was a total success. There had to be over a hundred and fifty people milling about the enormous boat and Braden was shocked when he saw the band called Straylight Run come up to the stage and perform. He was even more in awe when Vegas had said while motioning towards the band, "Sorry I couldn't get Maroon 5, it was last minute so they were the best I could get"
Braden had stared at her blankly before saying sarcastically, "I think I could manage to forgive you."
Sienna had come by a few times as well to see how the two "lovebirds" were doing. She seemed particularly proud that she had gotten them together which bothered Braden, but he didn't even want to think about why.
Now it seemed as if she was to visit them again, except with a little arm candy this time. A tall and extremely built man had his arm drunkenly around Sienna's waist as she steadily guided him towards Vegas and Braden. "Look who I found Veg!" gasped Sienna breathlessly as she reached them.
"Boston, could you try to hold your liquor better!" She voiced in an annoyed tone. Then she looked at Braden and said reluctantly, "Braden, this is my brother."
They shook hands unsteadily as Boston was as drunk as a pig and he couldn't help but see his hand slide lower on Sienna's back. Braden decided not to look at that, but instead he tried to indulge himself in a conversation.
"How come you're not boozing it up like Boston over here?" Braden knew that he sounded a tad bit vindictive, but he didn't really care.
"Sienna doesn't drink. She's too obsessed with her grades and being perfect." Vegas answered for her friend, and Braden was surprised with what she said. He never took Sienna for the studious type.
Sienna shot Vegas a sour look before saying, "I just think that I can have fun without ruining my future."
"How would drinking a little Spanish Sherry ruin your future, doll?" asked Boston while slurring his words.
"What if the cops came and busted this party? You all know my father wouldn't spare me a night in jail for drinking, he would actually thoroughly enjoy it in fact." Braden could hear the hatred in Sienna's voice and he was surprised, but it was quickly gone as she continued, "not to mentioned I would be benched for the first few weeks of tennis and dance once school started!"
He chocked on his vodka, "You play tennis?"
"She also is in the drama club, choir, vice president of the student counsel, in the French and yearbook club."
"Not to mention she can shake her ass in that little dance club," smirked the stumbling Boston.
Sienna gave a fake little smile at Boston and said through clenched teeth, "I think he already knew that one."
Vegas sighed and said, "You two are like a married couple! Go away and have babies and complain about gas prices, me and Braden are going to go downstairs so entertain yourselves."
Braden couldn't help but notice that as he walked away Boston and Sienna seemed to be arguing about something. He was grabbing her arm, which she had risen to slap him. "I swear; they have just about the most dramatic relationship I've ever seen. Fighting one minute, professing their love the next." Vegas was murmuring mainly to herself, while dragging Braden down the stairs.
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Sienna was glaring at Boston angrily as he was going on and on about the very topic that she despised, sex. He was obsessed, and she knew that it was expected seeing as he was a guy, but honestly, he could never give it a break. They had never had sex in their seven months of being together and she knew that that was hard for him. Boston was used to having sex and the fact that he stuck it out for seven months without it, made Sienna feel really special, but not special enough to actually fuck him. She was starting to well up in tears as she realized that Boston had had enough of her games. She knew that she had been toying with him and it really wasn't fair.
They were going to break up and there was not a thing that Sienna could, or would want to do to stop it. She had known for a while now that this was coming, but she had hoped that it would wait until right before he had to go to college. Now she would have to see him every time she visited Vegas.
"I really am sorry, Sienna, but I am just a man and I can't be played like this anymore." For how drunk he was, Boston seemed really sincere and heartbroken.
"I know you are, and I am sorry too. I want to be with you but it's…..just" she looked at his expectant face. He wanted her to confide in him. He wanted her to tell him what was keeping them from screwing each other senseless because he knew that she wanted to. Something was holding her back. She sighed; she wasn't going to tell him. "I've got to go"
And with that she left him in the crowd as he called after her, "Sienna, please! Wait! I love….." She ignored him though as she rushed to the bathroom bumping into an old friend. "Here's fifty bucks, can I have some?"
He handed it to her and looked at Sienna's crying face, "You want me to make it all better sweetheart?" She wasn't in the mood for his sexual remarks as she took the bag and went in the bathroom
She carelessly opened the plastic that came between her and what she longed for, and then got her credit card out. She made five thin lines of cocaine on the side of the sink and snorted them in 15 seconds flat. Soon her crying ceased and she just started blankly at the wall while sitting on the toilet. Fuck…I can do coke, but I won't drink alcohol. How fucking ridiculous is that? Sienna knew why she did coke but not alcohol though. She did coke because of the instant relief it gave her of her problems, even if just for an hour. All she wanted was peace, and that's what coke gave her, peace. Alcohol just wasn't the same, cocaine was the best thing going in Sienna's life and she wasn't about to stop it. She was losing Boston, and this was her only comfort, even if it couldn't keep her warm at night.
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By the time Braden had slipped silently into his bed, it was almost 6 in the morning. He had snuck out at eight telling Aunt Ava that he would be doing his summer reading assignment on his computer then getting to bed early so he could surf in the morning before it became crowded. He was a little proud of this lie because it was kind of believable.
He had expected to be able to go right to sleep once he got settled into bed, but he couldn't help marveling at the night he just had. Him and Vegas had banged each other five times, and he remembered every single one of those times clearly, even though he was drinking straight vodka all night. The only bad part of the yacht party was that he had Sienna in the back of his mind all night after he saw that argument with her boyfriend.
He shook this firmly from his mind, No, he told himself determinedly. Vegas is better for me anyways, just let it go.
Braden did let it go and for the rest of the week, he didn't see Sienna at all except for at work. Vegas and him were going on more 'dates' instead of just parties, and she didn't even seem to really notice that she wasn't by Vegas' side all the time anymore. Sienna seemed a little sadder when he had gone to work with her, but it wasn't as if she was crying or anything, she just was quiet for the fact that she was Sienna. He didn't ask her about it because he figured that maybe this was Sienna when she was in a different mood other than happy. He comforted himself with this thought.
Besides Sienna, Braden also had to think about Jay. While he appeared to be cheerful and lighthearted in front of people, at home he was like a moping woman. He sat at home with a barrel of ice cream watching soap operas until 2 and that's when he forced himself to put on a brave face and go to the surf shop. It was pathetic. Jay missed Erica terribly and every day that she was gone was a little more hope sliding away. It was becoming clear to Braden that Erica must have meant this as a break up or that she wasn't ever coming back. Either way, Jay was left alone and confused.
Whenever Braden tried to talk to him about Erica, Jay would shake his head and say that Erica was on vacation and was coming back real soon. It was heartbreaking seeing the look in Jay's eyes when he said this; it was like he was trying so hard to convince himself that it was true, but at the same time they both knew it wasn't.
Braden also started to think about the new world he had entered since starting a relationship with Vegas. He remembered his thoughts on entering the world of the "Rich and Crazy". It was funny how he was absolutely right. They were rich, and fucking crazy to boot. But most importantly, it was literally a different world.
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