How did I manage to get myself into this situation?

Hunter had dragged me to some party near Philly on Wednesday in a barn near a corn field. Loud techno music was playing and everyone was running around with glow sticks and Jeff Hardy hair. We were searching for someone we knew when we spotted a few of the girls sitting at a table.

"Hey Mickie, Maryse... Candice," Hunter said smoothly as we slid in next to them.

"Hey Hunter," Maryse and Candice said, grinning at us. Mickie rolled her eyes.

"So, how are you lovely ladies doing this evening," he said, still smiling cockily at them.

"Um, were great Hunt," Maryse said giggling. "And how are you doing, you hunk of a man?"

That sent her and Mickie cackling into laughter while Hunter and I rolled our eyes.

"So Candy," he said, turning to her. "Where's your girlfriend?"

"She's getting us drinks," Candice said, pointing to a bunch of water coolers. "See? Here she comes."

Andy sauntered back over to us holding four beers. Even though she and Skylar were identical twins, there were so many differences between them, which is crazy because if they both wore the same clothes there is no way I could tell them apart. Andy wore a black, strapless, short black dress that hugged her every curve and showed off her smooth toned legs. Her long black hair draped over her shoulders and fluttered a little as she strutted in her heels.

She placed the beers on the table and slid in next to Candice, turning to her and kissing her passionately. I can't lie and say it didn't turn me on, and from the looks of things, it was having an effect on Hunter as well.

"What do you two want?" she asked, glaring death at us.

Boner killer.

"Chill Andy. We don't want anything from you," I said returning her glare. Andy was just as evil as she was gorgeous. She could be your best friend or your worst enemy, and after we'd hooked back when Rebecca and I first broke up, she'd been my worst enemy. I'm not sure if it's because the sex was really bad, because I called her the next day and everything, but after she saw Rebecca, not met, not talked to, but saw Rebecca, she'd hated me. I don't know. Andy has mental issues.

"Look Shawn, I was talking to Hunter. I had absolutely no intentions of even acknowledging your presence, so you can go drown you depression in cheap liquor now," she said with an evil smirk. "Bye Shawn."

I got up from the table still glaring. As much as I hated her, she had a pretty good idea. I got a beer from a cooler and popped the top. I started swigging and heard Hunter come up behind me.

"Let it go man, you know how Andy is. She hates everyone."

"Yeah," I said taking another drink.

"Don't do this to yourself Shawn," he said, trying to coax the bottle from my hand.

"It's one beer Hunt," I said walking off.

"Yeah, but knowing you it'll turn into five or six and you'll end up hurting yourself again-"

"Do you not remember the talk we had yesterday?" I asked, still walking straight. "I've got everything under control."

"Well, it's kinda hard to see that when you won't talk to anyone."

I stopped and turned to him. "Look, I don't need you to be my savior, okay? I can handle myself," I growled, starting to get angry. Sometimes, Hunter just didn't know when to let things go. He was my best friend, other than Steve, but I didn't need him looking after me like I was a child or feeling sorry for me.

"Hey, should I get dreadlocks?" came a familiar voice from below us. We looked down at a table and saw Skye sitting next to Jeff and Phil. Phil had a Pepsi, as usual, Skye was drinking a Miller Light, and Jeff was swirling his tongue around the rim of what looked like the remains of a margarita. She had on the black hoodie from Monday night and a pair of shorts just poking out underneath it.

"No Buzz," Hunter said rolling his eyes. He turned back to continue his argument with me, but was interrupted before he could start.

"Is it because I'm black?" she said angrily.

"Yes Skye, because black people never get dreadlocks."

She stopped and looked at him suspiciously. "Are you trying to be sarcastic with me?"

We all laughed and shook our heads. She motioned for us to sit down, so we joined them at the table.

"You guys having fun?" she asked, nodding towards the party.

"Not really my scene," Hunter said leaning back in the chair. I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah. I love this scene. Just not today," she said taking a drink from her beer. "I mean, I'm just not hyped right now."

"Then why did you come?" Hunt asked her. "That's not like you."

"I did it for Jeffy...because he's...Jeffy." We looked over at him while he licked the edge of the cocktail glass. He glanced at us and lifted his head, staring wide eyed. Suddenly, he jumped up.

"Pokerface!" he yelled, running to the dance floor. Hunter and I stared in shock.

"Is he drunk?" I asked. Jeff had done some strange stuff before, but this took the cake. He was in the middle of the floor doing the worm one second, the sprinkler the next, and you-can't-see-me right after that.

"Nah," Phil said. "He just thinks he is."

"We gave him a virgin margarita," Skye explained. "We didn't tell him."

"Why would you do that?" Hunt asked.

"Kicks," she said, shrugging. We sat in silence for a while drinking our beers and listening to the music. Phil eventually left us to go "take care" of Jeff who was in the bathroom puking.

"You guys want to go back to the hotel and watch Cops?" Skye asked, looking at me.

"Yeah let's do it," Hunter said, standing up.

"Cool," she said, looking down. She finished off her drink and threw it in a nearby trash can. "Let me go get Phil. He's my designated driver."

"Alright. We'll meet you two in the lobby of the hotel."

We made our way back to Hunter's car, an old 2004 Ford Explorer that had seen its fair share of dirt roads. Someone had written 'WASH ME' into the side of it. Hunter started it up and put it on some Top 40 radio station. A tune, unknown to me, started playing as we drove back to the hotel.

My mind wandered during the ride back. I thought about Rebecca, the love of my life, and our children. As much as I knew it wasn't true, I liked to think that she had bribed the kids into ignoring me, even though I knew they were resentful that I was gone so much of the time. The reason we broke up was almost as insane. She had speculated that I was cheating on her with Candice Michelle, even though anyone in their right mind could tell that Candice was a lesbian. That's not to say that I wasn't tempted, because Candice did like to flirt, but I'd never cheat on my wife. There are some things even I know not to do.

"Shawnie, you getting out the car?" Hunter asked as he shut the door. I quickly opened it and we settled into the lobby, waiting for Skye and Phil to show up.

They did, not much later, dragging Jeff in behind him. When Skye noticed us she dropped his arm, leaving him slouching on Phil's shoulder.

"You take him to his room, I'm not his keeper."

"Neither am I!" Phil protested, dropping his other arm. He fell with a thud, moaning and grabbing his stomach.

"I'm soooo drunk!" he moaned, rolling around on the floor.

"Well, call Matt," Skye said, walking toward us. "He'll come get him."

She turned, frowning slightly. "Jeff is such a baby," she complained under her breath.

"Well, he's your friend," Hunter said, walking toward the elevator.

"He's not my friend," she said before running to catch up with us. "So Shawn, did you change your mind yet?" she asked, looking up at me.

"You mean about tomorrow?"

"Uh-huh," she said, nodding furiously.

"Skye, I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why not?"

"Well, your sister and I aren't the best of friends," I said, scratching my head.

"Oh," she said, looking down. She let out a deep sigh. "Andy ruins everything," she muttered under her breath.

"You mind telling me what room you're in?" Hunter said, breaking our conversation.

"534," she said. And with that, we made our way up to watch COPS.