And the drama begins ...

Lauren's POV.

I stood at my bedroom door, watching Joe look at me with that look he usually gave girls he was trying to hit on. The smell of alcohol and smoke filled the air. He began slowly walking towards me, or rather staggered towards me. Grabbing me by the waist he pulled me forwards and slammed the bedroom door shut. I slid my eyes shut as he began placing chaste kisses on my neck. My knees went weak and I felt like this was just a dream. There was no way Joe would be doing this to me. He saw me as his little sister; he wouldn't do this to his little sister. But I was not complaining and I was not going to stop him. I had waited for this for so long.

His strong arms picked up and carried me to my bed, where he gently placed me down and crawled over me. Our faces were inches apart and I could smell the beer off his breath and it was making me feel a little sick. His hands pushed my vest top further up, until he was sliding it over my head. I had no idea where this was going and where I wanted it to go. His lips crashed against mine roughly and even though it wasn't magical or romantic, it was still incredible. His hands moved away from my waist and began to pull off my pink pyjama shorts.

I lay there in complete shock, wearing nothing but my pants and bra, as I watched him strip off to his boxers. If I was honest, I was more scared than excited. I didn't want this to happen, not while he was in this state of mind. I wanted it to mean something to the both of us, not only one of us. But I knew I couldn't push him away, I knew this was my only opportunity. He straddled me and began showering my chest with kisses. I shut my eyes, trying to block everything but what he was doing to me out. But it was hard. I knew this was the drink talking. He liked Francheska, or was more interested in her than me. I knew that he would never remember this in the morning, or I would just be regret and everything would be quickly forgotten for him. I knew that no matter how much I wanted this, I couldn't allow it to happen.

"Joe, stop." I muttered, trying to push him off me. He looked up, smirking at me and instead brought his face close to mine.

"You're fine. Trust me. I'll look after you, promise." Then his hands slid under my back, unclasping my bra. I began to panic. I didn't want this to happen; I didn't want my first time to be like this.

"No, please. I'm not ready." My voice was shaking and he just grabbed hands, kissing them softly, before placing them on his chest.

"You're safe."

"But I-" I just couldn't tell him no, as his fingers grasped onto the waistline of my pants and he slowly began pushing them down. Tears ran from my eyes and I knew that this wasn't what I wanted, not in a million years. He quickly slipped out of his boxers and climbed back on top of me.

I quickly shut my eyes as he pushed himself into me. I bit my lip to stop myself from crying out in pain. As he thrusted himself into me, the most uncomfortable it became. I thought it was meant to be something pleasurable, but this was just so painful. I wanted it to be over. I just lay there awkwardly, letting him do all the work, which was obviously fine by him because he seemed to be enjoying himself.

He began whispering into my ear, telling me to relax and to trust him. I did trust him, but I just couldn't relax. I couldn't believe this was happening. I had thought about this moment for so long and now it was happening it was just not what I had imagined. I knew that I wanted this, so why the heck was I not enjoying this?

I removed my shaking hands from the bed and placed them on his back, I felt him smile as he kissed my collarbone. Gently my fingers ran up his back, making him arch it slightly. I smiled to myself, loving the effect I just had on him.

"You ok?" He whispered against my chest.

"Yeah, yeah," I muttered, holding him closer to me. "Just, go slow, please?"

"Anything babe."

He pushed himself into me again, causing me to cry in pain yet again. I had to admit, it was a little easier that time. My fingers dug into his back and I couldn't help but grin when he started to moan my name. His hands moved from my waist to my stomach and his fingers danced along my stomach and rib cage and then rested upon my breasts, causing me to moan slightly. That did feel amazing; I couldn't let him stop now. Leaving one hand to work its magic there, the other hand moved its way down to my inner thigh, tracing small concentric circles and causing me to pull my leg back. He sucked hard on my neck and I knew that was going to leave a mark. I arched my back and it felt truly incredible to be this close to him. I could see it now, our future together. This was going to be the start of everything.

Eventually I reached my climax and I screamed his name, panting loudly I felt him nip my skin under my jaw line in satisfaction. He rolled off, pulling the covers over us and kissed me gently on the cheek.

"Goodnight," he whispered, giving me a small wink before shutting his eyes and drifting off.

I lay watching him sleep and giggled at the little snores he let out every so often. The thought had never occurred to me that maybe this was just another one night stand or a night that he'd forget and regret. I was just so giddy right now and suddenly it seemed like everything was going right. I had, for a minute, forgotten that the real Joe wasn't the relationship type, unlike me.

Joe's POV.

The bright sunlight ripped me out of my deep, peaceful slumber. I roughly rubbed my eyes, trying to adjust to the light. I peered round the familiar room and then to the sleeping girl beside me. I had never wanted to get out of a girl's house fast enough. Usually when these kind of things happened, I'd stay for breakfast, but this was one night I am glad I couldn't remember and it was definitely one I'd forget. I felt disgusted with myself. I had slept with my brother's best friend, a girl who was like a baby sister to me. I had known Lauren all my life, I had been there for her and protected her and now I had corrupted her.

Silently I got out of bed and threw on the clothes I had worn last night and ran out of the house. I knew this was better for both of us. Being there when she woke up would have made everything more awkward. How could I allow this to happen? And why did she let it happen? I ran across the road and over to my house. I headed straight to the bathroom to wash away everything from last night off. I had to find out if that was her first; I needed to know that I hadn't stolen that away from her. She was always the girl who said she'd wait until she was in love with her Prince Charming.

After the shower, I headed straight to Nick's room. I didn't care if it was a Saturday morning and if he was having a long lie. I needed to talk to him about her. He was bound to know every detail of her life; they were practically joined at the hip. They knew each other inside and out, in fact I'm pretty sure they could read each other's minds because they always knew what one another was going to say, before it was actually said.

Nick lay tangled in his sheets, he looked so peaceful and therefore, it was necessary for me to jump on top of him.

"Good morning baby bro," I exclaimed, tickling him. My response was a tired Nick trying to hit me.

"What the heck do you want?"

Successfully he managed to push me off him and I landed on the floor. Picking myself up I climbed under the covers, lying beside him.

"Just wanted to talk, that's all."

"About?" His eyes were tired looking and he ran his fingers through his curls, trying to tame them.

"Lauren."

Nick pushed himself up a little, suddenly becoming wide awake. "Lauren? What about her?"

"Well," I had no clue how to ask him without sounding suspicious. "I mean I'm guessing she tells you everything from who she likes to when she gets her period, so I mean, she's had sex before, right?"

Nick looked at me like I had spoken in a completely different language and I instantly regretted asking. Some things are best left unknown and this was probably one of those things.

"Why do you want to know?" He eventually responded, sounding a little disgusted.

"I was just wondering."

"Well, yeah she is, not that it's any of your business."

I sunk further down in the bed. This had to be the first time I felt sick with myself. I had stolen her innocence. I was such a bad person. This had to be my karma for treating girls so badly. She was going to hate me; Nick was going to hate me. I needed to see her and apologise, but I just couldn't face her. I was embarrassed with myself. Perhaps, for both of us, it was best if I just pretended that it had never happened. That way I could face her without the awkwardness. I pulled myself up and out of Nick's bed and headed back to my room where I knew that I was going to spend the rest of the day.

Lauren's POV.

I clutched the covers to my chest, staring at the empty spot beside me on the bed. A silent tear rolled down my cheek. I didn't even know how to respond. I had imagined he would have still been there when I woke up, but he just ran off, treating me like all those other girls. He had known me all his life and he didn't even have the courtesy to talk to me about it.

Lying back down in bed, I pulled the covers right over my head, trying to block out the real world. Had he just used me? Was I just another drunken mistake? I knew I had to get over him, that a romantic relationship would never form, but it was hard to do when you've wasted three years of your teenage years falling for him. I just wanted to erase last night after realising that all he was interested in was sex. I wish I had everything back. But I knew regretting it wasn't going to change anything. I would just have to deal with the fact that I had lost my innocence.

"Go away," I yelled from under the covers as I heard my bedroom door open and then close again.

"It's me," Nick whispered as he approached my bed. "Is everything okay?"

"Nick, please get out."

"Why?" He took a seat beside me on the bed and I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"I have no clothes on," I said in a voice barely audible, I wasn't sure if he heard. But he did.

Instead of getting up and awkwardly walking out, like I thought he would do, he picked up my clothes from last night and pushed them under the covers beside me. He stood at the side of the bed, waiting until I had removed the covers from over my head and crawled into the bed beside me. I crawled into his arms, suddenly feeling myself break down. He cradled me softly, stroking my hair and he repeatedly told me everything was going to be ok. I held onto him tighter. Nick was incredible in these situations. He always knew not to hassle me into talking, that I would speak when I was ready and I could count on him day or night.

"I was so stupid last night," I eventually said in a low register.

"Do you want to tell me what happened?"

"It's embarrassing though." I trusted him with my life, but I just couldn't bring myself to say the words out loud. I knew he wouldn't judge me, I knew he would be amazing through this; I suppose the reality had quite sunken in yet. "Promise you won't be mad or act all protective or anything like that?"

"I promise," he smiled at me, kissing my forehead softly.

"I uh, I kind of had sex last night." I buried my head into his chest, too embarrassed to even look him in the eye. I had let myself down, him down, my family down. I was too naive and stupid to even think about what I was doing last night and now I was dealing with the consequences. I felt Nick tense up and I shut my eyes, clutching onto him.

"Please don't say who I think it is."

I looked up at him, my cheeks slightly damp from a fresh batch of tears. I took myself out of his arms and pulled my knees up to my chest, cuddling them close to me. "Sorry," I muttered, assuming he meant Joe.

"No, no, no, no." He began pacing the room, running his hands through his curls. "You're smarter than that. Jeez, how could you be so stupid?"

"Nick, I-"

"No, don't. I can't talk to you right now."

"Nick, please. Let me explain," I whimpered. I had never seen him act this way. He stood at the end of my bed, his hands clenched into tight balls and tears glistened in his eyes.

"Lauren, you know what he's like. How could you ever let him do this to you? I'm so disappointed in you right now."

I didn't know what hurt more: the way Joe had treated me or disappointing Nick. I just wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Then, without a warning, Nick stormed out, slamming the door behind him. I hugged my knees tightly to my chest, cradling myself for comfort. That was the first time we had argued, the first time I had ever let him down. I felt like the world had suddenly stopped. Everything with Joe didn't matter now, my focus was Nick. I didn't know what I would do if he stopped talking to me. I wanted to run after him, to apologise a million times, and then hug him like the world was going to end. But I knew him; he needed time to cool down and to think. Then, when he was ready, he would talk. But until then I just had to be patient.

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