Disclaimer: Yay! I don't own ANY of the characters in this story. But I do own the plot. Yes, I do realize you don't think this would typically happen to Derrington, but hey I'm a weird person… oh and Massie will be showing her true personality soon, too.

"Derrick? Honey, where are you?" My mom. Damn. Parents always have this really bad timing. I had 5 beers on the ground, and I was smoking. My mom never noticed these things, and I was pretty sure that she was going to care. I'd been able to hide it from Massie, some of my friends, my parents, my sister, and my older brother. And Massie's friends. Except Alicia.

"DERRICK HARRINGTON! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Crap. Who the heck was that? "God, Derrick, really what if it was Massie that caught you? She'd dump you like last week's Gucci pumps." Oh. It was Alicia. I never really liked her, anyway.

"What. Do. You. Want?" slurred out of my mouth, slower than you would think.

"Derrick, you're drunk and high, and who knows what else. Is this how you are in front of Massie? I mean Massie isn't stupid!"

"Alicia… please…"

"PLEASE WHAT, DERRICK? YOU'RE MESSING UP YOUR LIFE! IF MASSIE FOUND OUT… she'd die. Derrick, she really loves you." Alicia glared at me. "Don't screw this up Derrick." Alicia walked away, slowly.

I stared at her back. Massie loves me? I really needed to sober up. Massie would never tell Alicia that. What did Alicia really say?

But what if she really did mean that? What if Massie really does love me? What if I'm just messing with my own life right now, when I could be having the good life again?

I picked myself up off the ground. I needed help.

"Derrrrriicccckkkkkk! Where are you?" Ugh, she's still looking for me? I shoved the bottles under my bed, and attempted to get the cigarette out. My mom opened the door.

"Derrick, Massie's here to see you. She says it's urgent." Shit. What if she found out? That would basically lose that whole relationship. "I'll go get her." I heard my mom's feet going back down the staircase, to go get Massie.

"Massie! Come on up!" I could hear Massie's heels clicking on the staircase. I've never really spent a lot of time with Massie, after the Cam incident. It's because I could never stay sober enough to spend more than an hour with her. Massie was knocking on the door now.

"Come in…" I said hoping I didn't sound like I was drunk.

"Hey Derrick… um well it's me, Massie," she said pushing open the door. "I just wanted to see how you were… I haven't, um, really talked to you in awhile." Why was she so nervous?

"I'm fine, Mass."

"Oh… okay. Uh, what's that smell in here?" She waved her hand delicately in front of her nose. "It smells like… SMOKE! It smells like my dad's …" She gasped. "Derrick you haven't been smoking have you?" She walked up to me, and sniffed my shirt. "You have, haven't you?" I groaned. I really didn't want her to know.

"No way, you've got to be kidding me! Why would I be smoking, Mass? Really." I doubt that one sounded believable. She was already near my bed, and lifting up the dust ruffle-thingy. She was peering under it, and her heels weren't allowing her to see anything. She was kicking them off.

"Massie, why are you looking under my bed?" It would have made sense if I wasn't basically drunk, already.

"No reason." She was reaching under the bed, cringing, probably because she knew how disgusting my room used to be. She touched something, and pulled out the brown, cool glass bottle. She was looking at it. "Please tell me this is root beer," She whispered to herself as she pulled it out.

"Mass, that's nothing!" She looked at the label.

"Why does it say BUDLIGHT on it then?" She was still reaching on the bed. She was rolling out more, and more. In the end, there ended up to be about twenty. "You're not even 17 yet!" True. I was turnign 17 next month, though.

"Derrick, how are you getting all of these? Really, I think you have a problem. I don't need a boyfriend who's never going to be sober when he's around me!" Massie sighed then called out, "Mrs. Harrington!"

Wait, who's that? Oh, right that's my mom. "Mass! What are you doing? My mom doesn't need to know about this. I can stop, I swear!"

"Oh, really, Derrick? Then take me out right now. No beer, no drugs, no whatever you're doing. And definitely no cigarettes or I will tell your mom."

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