Ok, listen, I have had 511 hits on this story, and 14 have reviewed, so I better see an improvement or no more sexily drunk Bradin. So HAHA I am in control! CONTROL!P.S I am going to start having sayings to begin each chapter, now that im getting into the story. I would also like to dedicate this to my mom, She drinks, like way to much, so if you ever read this mom( and I know you will, coz you are always on my account snooping around) please, just stop. I and Isaac hate it. Its scary

Alcohol may be the road to nowhere, but at least it's the scenic route.

Beer is the cause and solution to all of life's problems. Homer Simpson

When I read about the evils of drinking, I gave up reading. Henry Youngman

Derrick was the first of the house members to get out of bed. He shuffled along the hall, poured himself some coco puffs and sat and ate them watching several of his family and house-sharers coming in and out of the kitchen, the last off which being Johnny .

"Hey Derrick," he said, drinking his coffee. "Are you o.k.?" he asked.

"Yeah, just y'know, eating breakfast," he smiled, jumping of the stool and dumping his bowl into the kitchen sink. He stomped up the stairs, and ran to find some clothes for school.

In Bradin's bedroom, his alarm had been bleeping for about three minutes. He woke up, his eyes screwed closed and half-dangling of the bed. What the hell was the noise? He never set his alarm to go off on a Saturday morning. Braving the light, he un-screwed his eyes slightly and squinted at the clock. 8:00, 23rd June FRIDAY! Oh hell. He flung his arm out at the clock, knocking it off the dresser, which only succeeded in increasing the noise as opposed to turning the damn thing off. He eventually solved the problem by slinging his foot over the edge of the bed, and poking the big silencing button with his big toe. He fell back onto his pillows and closed his eyes. If anyone thought he was getting out of bed, they had another damn thing coming. He was not about to get the peace and quiet that he wanted. Within less than 3 minutes, Johnny had walked into the room.

"Get up!" he yelled, no greeting, no teasing because of the hangover, just the order, the one that he was no way going to follow.

"Nrgg-grr-gr-nnn," he groaned his face under the covers.

"Want to repeat than in English?" Johnny asked, opening the curtains, causing Bradin to choose between putting up with the light invasion, and rolling over, which he'd been avoiding, as he knew his head would just about explode. He chose to put up with it.

"Go away," he mumbled.

"Bradin, yesterday was?" Johnny asked, perching on the edge of the bed.

"Thursday,"

"And which day of the week did you choose to get drunk on, not that you should be choosing any?"

"Thursday."

"And, the day after Thursday is?"

"Friday,"

"And what is the last school day?"

"Friday,"

"Exactly, so haul your butt out of here and get ready." Johnny ordered, leaving the room.

'Yeah, that's likely,' Bradin thought. The whole light thing got too much for him, and he rolled over. He saw that his baby brother was no longer is his bed. Last night's events came rushing back. Oh god. That was the incentive he needed, and he swung his body out of bed. The expected banging in his head began. He shuffled out of his room in his shorts.

"Derrick?" He yelled hoarsely.

"Bradin." He said, coming down the stairs. His eyes widened in fear looking at his brother.

"Are you still drunk?" he asked, frightened. Nikki hovered round the top of the stairs, eavesdropping.

"No, I'm fine," Bradin answered, feeling guilty as hell. He had never, ever, seen his brother so scared, excepting when he found out his parents were dead.

"Are you going to yell at me again?"

"No. Listen, im sorry Derrick, I didn't mean anything I said yesterday. I was stupid. Are you going to forgive me?" Derrick gave Bradin a blank look. "Do I have to beg? O.K, fine, I'll beg." He said, getting down on his knees and shuffling towards the base of the stairs.

"Please please please pleeeease forgive me!" He pleaded. Derrick cracked a smile.

"O.K," Derrick said, smiling.

"Don't forgive him derrick. He's a lying, scheming rat! Don't let him worm his way around you." Nikki yelled running down the stairs.

"Nikki," Bradin said, "Shut up." He and Derrick began laughing whilst Nikki pounded the stiars back to her room.

"So we tight D?" He asked.

"Yeah," Derrick answered, picking up Bradin back pack of the floor near the door and throwing it at him. Bradin caught it roughly; it took the wind out of him. As if he didn't have enough of a head ache. He slowly moved back towards his bedroom door. Until Jay cut him off.

"Go and get a shower, because you are going to school," He said, softly pushing Bradin towards the bottom of the stairs. Bradin shuffled up the stairs, temporarily screwing up his eyes in an attempt to stop the banging in his head. It didn't work.

3 hours later

Bradin was stood at the lunch queue, debating whether to eat or not, as he was still feeling a little on the nauseous side. He decided on a cheese sandwich and water. Taking his seat in the cafeteria, he was surprised to feeling someone's hand running from the base of his back to his neck.

"Hey Sexy," some-one whispered in his ear. It was Sasha. She went and sat opposite him, eating a burrito. Bradin grimaced.

"How the hell can you stomach that? I can barely choke down bread and cheese." He asked, pushing his tray away from him, and unscrewing the cap on his water.

"Hey, I eat a lot, I got a strong stomach, how else do you think I get these bootylicious curves," she said laughing. Bradin raised an eyebrow, but he grinned back.

"Hey, whilst I remember, are you coming to Nickerson's party on Saturday? It's going to be out of control! His parents are in Vegas for the week, so he can totally trash the place. His house is huge too." Sasha said, taking a big, sloppy bite out of her burrito.

"I can't come. Not after last night," He said, contemplating the pro's and con's of going. Pro's: Party (nuff said) Sasha drunk (and easy to get into bed) and not having to sit in the living room watching Anastasia Christianson saying, ' I doesn't matter, our love can over come cancer, you being a soldier and my lack of limbs' for the 3rd time this month on Nikki, Susannah and Ava's girly movie night. Cons: He was already in punishment (meaning he dreaded to think what the next punishment would be) Aunt Ava locked the doors at 8, and Michaela Nickerson was a stoner. She also happened to be Sasha's best friend. Along with them, Andrew Silver, Jamie-lee Williams, Chris Mealor, Danielle Lindley, Olivia Rogers and Nathan Peddie made up the core of the stoner crew at Playa Linda High. Did Bradin really want to get involved with these kids?

"Well," Sasha prompted. Bradin hesitated.