Alright so I was writing this & my husband got ahold of the computer & read it. Well he don't like it which isn't anything new to me. But I thought I'd put it up here and see what my fans think. Since your say pretty much goes before my husbands. So please let me know what ya'll think so I can prove my husband wrong.


The bright flashing strobe lights, mixed with the smell of smoke, alcohol, sweat and colored laser lights, were slowly making the headache I had worse. At least for now I was tucked away in the dark and that helped a little bit. The plush black couch slowly taking the ache out of my feet as I sat. With a sigh I grabbed my purse and unzipped it with a forceful yank. The one thing I wanted right now was somewhere in this gigantic purse of mine. More than likely in the bottom, where it always seems to end up. I was right. When my fingers were around the green and white rectangular box, I pulled it out.

The 'cancer stick', as my mom called them, went between my lips and with a strike of the lighter it was lit. A puff of gray smoke coming out at first, then just a stream of it slowly disappearing into the air above me. Next were the pills. Now where is that bottle? Ah, there you are, come to momma. With a twist the cap was off and I was shaking three of the small, white dilaudid pills into my left palm. The Greatful Dead, that was sitting on the table in front of me, helped wash them down. Either I'm going to be high in a little bit with no pain at all or I'll have no pain and I won't have a high at all. Oh how I wish I would feel something off of these.

Throwing my head over the back of the couch, I silently waited for the pills to kick in. I knew it would take thirty to forty minutes before anything would happen, so I relaxed. Only moving every once in a while to flick the ashes from the cigarette into the round, red glass ashtray that sat upon the black, glass topped table. I heard her loud, slightly drunken voice before I saw her.

"Ky! What the hell are you doing?"

There in front of me stood my best friend for the past four years. Marissa Mason would fool you from a glance in her daisy duke, jean shorts with a halter top, or tightly fitting strapless dress to make you think she was a so called prep. But you would be far from right if you thought that. Trust me I made that mistake when I first met her at school.

Granted she did look like a life sized Barbie doll. With her long blonde hair that on the right day would fall into soft waves, and piercing sky blue eyes that always seemed to imitate a diamond in the sunlight. Her long tanned legs that seemed to go on forever, flat toned stomach from working out and sized D cup breasts. To which I still thought were fake, but I wasn't too sure nowadays.

Tonight she was dressed in an adjustable strapped corset top. The black fabric and black lace that trimmed the top and bottom looked good against her tanned skin. Just ending a inch above her pierced bellybutton. A strip of skin as wide as your hand, started at the hem of the shirt and ended at the top seam of her red and black plaid school girl, micro mini skirt. Thin lines of yellow, blue and white helped to make the design.

The platform heel with the same plaid scheme went over the top of the foot. Black lace with silver skull and cross bone charms separated the plaid fabric from the black material covered toes. They laced up like regular shoes, but had a buckle on either side of the holes. The black smokey eye shadow with red covered her eyes. While black mascara plumped her top and bottom eyelashes.

A red heart shaped piece of blown glass hung around her neck, from a silver chain. The large, round ruby cocktail looking ring was placed on her right middle finger. Blood red, tear drop shaped gemstone earrings hung from her ear in the bottom earring hole. The hole above that was filled with a simple black pearl stud earring.

"I'm waiting on this damn headache to lighten up some. Why, what's the matter?"

I took another hit from the cigarette. The menthol giving a small cooling feel in the back of my throat in the process. While blowing the grayish white smoke out above my head, Marissa started to talk.

"I want you to meet someone." The excitement showing in her voice as she spoke.

I couldn't help when my eyes rolled on their own. "Who would that be?"

"My brother." She stated matter-of-factly as the smile came to her face.

"Mar I've already met your brothers." Is she that drunk that she doesn't remember? I leaned up and smashed the cherry and butt of the cigarette into the ashtray.

"There's one that you haven't met yet." She turned her head to the right and looked at someone walking over to her. When a hulk of a guy stood beside her, she looked back to me. "Kyleigh this is Adin. Adin, Kyleigh." Her hand moving between us to jester who she was talking about.

"Hi." His hulk of a hand doing a little wave, then settling back inside his leather jacket pocket. All of which happened while a sly smile came upon his face. Showing his dimples in the process.

"Hi." A smile starting to play at my lips. Damn he's fine! "You wanna sit down?"

"Sure." He moved in long strides over to the couch and took a seat beside me. He then looked back to Marissa who was standing there with a smile on her face. "Mar you gonna sit or what?"

"No. Imma go find Dean then hit the bar. I'll be back in just a little bit. Talk, get to know each other. Just please don't kill each other. I don't wanna have to explain to mom why my twin is dead."

With that she was gone. Her skirt swaying back and forth as she walked. Always getting whistles, hollers and stares from the guys in the process.

I am so going to kill that girl myself for doing this. I looked to my left at Adin. Marissa said that he was her twin. I didn't see it. Well a little in the face, and the sky blue eyes that sparkled like hers. But other than that, nothing. His dark brown hair was a little long, but still short and spiked up. The blonde highlights showing brightly even in the dark. He was tall too. Standing around six feet five inches or so.

By the way his black tee shirt clung to his body, you could tell that he was all muscle. His arms were huge. I bet both my hands wouldn't even fit around the muscles there. The dark blue, baggy jeans hung low on his hips while a black pyramid belt held them in place.

I looked back to his face when he moved to take the black leather jacket off his shoulders. Setting it beside him, I saw that he had his ears gauged and filled with a black plug earring with Jack Skellington on the front.

"So…you're Marissa's twin?" I had to fill the silence here. Along with hear him speak again.

"Yeah." He pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his right pants pocket, then set them down on the table in front of us. While leaning his forearms on his knees, he looked over his right shoulder to me. "Can't tell can ya?"

"Not really." I sat up the same way as him. Brushing his shoulder in the process with mine. I grabbed the quart mason jar that held the black liquid with different liquors. "I mean apart from the nose, and of course the blue eyes, nope. Nothing else." With that I tipped the glass back and took a gulp.

"Yeah I wonder the same thing sometimes. So how do you know Mar?"

"We go to school together. Not to mention that we're neighbors at the apartment complex. I live across the hall from her."

"Nice. I've never seen you over there before. But then again, I've only been over there a few times within the past couple years. What you going to college for?" He asked then lit up one of his cigarettes.

"I was wanting to be a counselor for kids. Maybe middle school or high school." I lit up another one of mine and joined him.

"What made you want to do that?"

"When I was ten my mom was killed in a car wreck. I didn't really have anyone to talk to about it, so I kept to myself. But I thought that if I had someone to talk to back then, I would have taken it a lot easier. So we're going to see how that goes."

"I'm sorry about your mom." You could hear it in his voice that he was truly sorry.

"It's okay. I've went twelve years without her. It may sound weird but I feel that she's always with me. I mean I've got my dad still but he's hours away, so I don't get to see him that much."

"I get what you mean. One of my best friends that I was really close to died a few years back. Every once in a while I'll get this crazy sensation, or weird feeling in the house, so I know it's him still lingering around." There was a moment of silence, then Adin spoke again. "Okay enough of this down in the dumps mood." He stated with a slap of his hand to the top of his knee. Afterwards he stood up and looked to me. "You need to lighten up."

"And how do you plan on accomplishing that?" I asked with an arched eyebrow, as I put the butt into the ashtray.

"Dancing." The butt of his cigarette went into the ashtray along side mine. Afterwards he all but pulled me off the couch when he took a hold of my hand.

"What if I don't want to dance?"
"Too bad. You're dancing." He stated then looked me up and down. I knew he was checking me out. I could just tell by the way his eyes moved.

The purple and black corset top I wore, had a strap that went around the neck, turning it into a halter top. The black suede skirt sat low on my hips. Only stopping mid-thigh or so. The five inch, peep toed, black suede, purple and black lace heels matched the top perfectly. A pair of onyx colored diamond stud earrings filled my third earring hole, while a pair of medium purple stoned stud earrings filled the second piercing hole, and a pair of black wire hope earrings filled the bottom hole. The cartilage piercing in my left ear had a sixteen-gauge stainless steel hoop in it.

Marissa had did my makeup and added a few more things to the outfit. One of which was a round, purple stoned white gold ring. To which was placed on my left middle finger. The other thing was a light and dark purple amethyst stoned wrap bracelet. She had got a hold of me before hand when she knew what I was wearing, and did my makeup. There wasn't much to it really. Just the foundation and lip gloss. What she really went out on was the eye shadow.

There was a mix of dark and light purple that covered my lid and blended together perfectly. After using black eye liner on the bottom, she brushed a little of the purple eye shadow underneath my bottom lashes to outline my eyes. It was beautiful if I do say so myself. On the top she used black liquid eyeliner to make the outline a bit darker.

For my head full of thick hair, I kept it simple. I had used a large curling iron to make large, loose spirals. The blonde and pink highlights looked sweet with my natural chocolate brown hair, which went down to my shoulder blades. I had pulled all of it together the way you do when putting it up in a ponytail. With a twist I then put a banana clip in to hold it up. The curls then fell from the top to cover and hide the clip.

Adin, while still holding my hand, slid through the crowd towards the dance floor. When we got to where he wanted to dance, which was in the center of a bunch of other girls, he turned and pulled me to him. I crashed against his chest with a laugh escaping both our lips. While my right arm set on his shoulder, his hands landed on my hips pulling me closer to him. His finger tips felt amazing against the small patch of bare skin that they covered. As Jay-Z and Rihanna blasted through the speakers, we were pretty much grinding on each other.

The strange thing was that it didn't feel weird with Adin this close to me. Hell him grinding against me didn't feel weird either. I actually felt safe with him here with me. Now that was the weird part, only because I didn't even know him. After a good long while my legs started to hurt. I knew Adin wouldn't be able to hear me over the sound of the music, so I improvised a little. My arms slid around his neck bringing him closer to me. I could tell that he had a smile playing at his lips, while his hands slid from my hips down to my backside. With a firm squeeze he pulled me to him, still dancing to the music in the process.

I leaned in so my mouth was right near his ear, then spoke. "I'm goin' to the bar." With that I kissed him, then walked towards the bar.

What the hell was that about Ky? You don't even know the guy and you're kissing him? Well it was just a peck. I looked over my right shoulder to see Adin a little stunned and staring after me. He was speechless. With that a smile came to my face, as did his when he started to move towards me.

I got up to the bar, then hollered at the bartender. "Bre! I need two shot glasses and a bottle of the usual."

"Gotcha babe!"

I was dancing at the bar, moving my hips around and waiting on Bre to bring me my bottle, when I felt two hands on my lower stomach pull me back. Next thing I knew there was hot air tickling the left side of my neck.

"You know that was rude to get a guys hopes up then walk off right?" His nose running a line up the side of my neck.

Adin was hardly doing anything to me, but my insides were starting to heat up. Like a feather light touch of your lovers hand would do. I slid my left arm behind me and pulled his head down a little to meet my gaze.

"Now what hopes would you be speaking of?"

"This." His lips met mine again, and this time I all but melted. His pierced tongue slipped out, making me open my mouth to allow him entrance. As I did my left hand moved up a little to cup the back of his head and pull him in more.

I decided to have a little fun with Adin and see what he would do. While our tongues battled for dominance, I interlocked my right hand with his and pushed my backside against his growing member. A low growl got caught in his throat, as he pushed harder into me. Before things could get hotter, I broke the kiss . Blinking a couple of times first, I then looked up to see Adin smiling down at me. Those dimples coming out in the process. I couldn't help when a smile came to my face as well.

"I've made my mind up." He stated grabbing the two shot glasses and filling them with Jose Cuervo.

I looked up over my shoulder at him. His chest was still snug against my back, and it felt amazing. "What have you made your mind up about?" I asked taking the shot and downing it in no time.

"I'm moving back down here." He downed his shot and sat the glass beside mine.

"Why is that?" The question coming out while I filled the glasses up again, then downed the shot.

"'Cause for one I miss my family and I'm getting sick of Cali. The other is there's this girl that's an amazing kisser and a huge tease that I'd like to get to know better." He eyed me the whole time that he downed the shot. "Grab the bottle and glass then come with me."

"Where to?" I asked picking the bottle up in one hand and the shot glass in the other.

"Back to the couch."

When he turned, the heat that was radiating off him and keeping me all hot and bothered was gone. I followed right behind him. Not wanting to get lost, even though I knew this place like the back of my hand and better than he did. Once we were back where we started, I relaxed more. Adin had already took a seat on the couch, after setting his shot glass down on the table. I sat my glass and bottle down but couldn't find my cigarettes anywhere. Without thinking I bent over looking on the floor and gave a Adin a view of my bare backside in the process.

"Ky?" I could have sworn there was a groan after that.

"What?"

"What are you looking for?" I could hear him shifting on the couch.

"My cigarettes." I stood up then. Placing my hands on my hips I turned around trying to remember where I had put them.

"These?" He said holding a green and white box in his right hand.

"Yeah." I stalked closer to him and held out my hand. "Hand 'em over."

"No."

"No? What you mean no? You have your own."

"You have to earn 'em."

"And how am I suppose to do that?"

"You'll think of something."

I though about it for a second. He groaned when I pushed back against him earlier. I wonder what would happen if I played around with him? With the alcohol settling in my system, along with the pills I took earlier, my mind was kind of out there. Which was good right now because I wasn't thinking at all.

I walked around the table so I was right in front of Adin sitting on the couch. He was so relaxed at the moment that it was crazy. I stepped up between his legs, then leaned above him some, with my arms holding on to the back of the couch. I looked down at him then. His blue eyes sparkling the same way that his sisters did. But it looked like his were filled with hunger or lust.

"Did you like what you saw earlier?" I asked looking down at him.

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

I ended up straddling him then. His hands resting on my thighs, while mine rested on his shoulders. With a little grinding against his member, I asked him again.

"Are you sure about that?" My right hand slowly moving down his chest.

"I think I may remember what you're talking about. But I'm not sure if its right."

"Tell me and I'll let you know."

"Well it could have been these." With his right hand he caught hold of my chin and pulled me down to him. He caught my lips with his then I opened up so his tongue could enter and have a little fun with mine.

This was crazy. Never before had I ever wanted someone's touch. Whether it be fingers and hands or lips like it was now. I was starting to get weak and couldn't keep myself off of him anymore. When I sat against him he let out a groan. Absentmindedly I pulled his hand up underneath the skirt and let it go. I needed to have his hands against my bare skin.

Of course he did what I thought he would do. His rough hands made it to the bare skin of my backside, a flex of his hands then a squeeze.