Heeeeeeeey. Ok, so I know its been way too long sense I've updated and I know, but in my defense I was very busy. Plus I have an SYOC that I now have to work on (I haven't forgotten about that either, I promise!) and a request fic that is way overdue (I swear I haven't given up on that either!), not to mention an online class I'm way too far behind on.

Point is I am very slow and I'm sorry. But I'm hoping my next update will be quicker.

Vito: So, what do you need me for again?

Me: I need you to-

Vito: Shh, *finger on my lips* I know, I mean, if I were you I'd be in love with me too. But Sweetheart, you know I got Anne Mari-AAAAAAAAA

*I bit his finger*

Me: Say the fucking disclaimer you self obsessed idiot.

Vito: *glares* My doesn't own Total Drama. Or a heart.

Me: Yeah yeah, I'm heartless. Woohoo. Tell me something I don't know.

You know what really sucks? Finding out one of your personalities hangs out with drug dealers on the weekends! I am so mad at Vito right now, and the worst part is I can't even remember what we did! All I know is that I woke up in an alley in a dumpster. I can barely write anything that makes sense right now, so I'm just going to let Vito fill you in on what happened.

I don't get what Mike is so mad about, it was just a wild party. Come on Mike, live a little! Anyway, I was going to the party with that babe Anne Maria, and I also met up with some of the guys once we got there.

It was your typical party; loud music, alcohol, there was glitter on the floor.

Anywho, I was taking It slow on the booze. Don't wanna rush things am I right? Anne Maria on the other hand was a drunken mess within the first our. Pretty little thing was out there on the dance floor attempting to dance without falling over. She was very unsuccessful and ended up covered in so much glitter you'd think she'd just walked right out of a Ke$ha music video.

After watching Anne Maria stumble around for a little bit I headed outside with my guys.

"So what do you want tonight boys?" Butch pulled out a briefcase. Butch looked exactly the way you would picture someone named Butch too. Big guy, really rough around the edges, the name fits him so well sometimes I wonder if that's even his real name. However I've never heard anyone call him anything else, and I sure as hell aint gonna try to start something with him! Rule of thumb; don't screw with Butch.

Butch pulled out a briefcase forward and opened it up. Inside was every drug you could possibly imagine. Everything from classics like pot, marihuana, meth, heroine, to just plain old prescription drugs, and of course a bunch of cigarettes because come on, half these drugs are useless if you can't smoke em.

I decided to take it easy tonight and just took a cigarette. John, my other friend who was also a little tipsy at the moment went a bit bolder and took some of the prescription drugs. For a while we just sat there watching cars go by and getting high. Now I'm going to skip ahead to where things actually start happening because the process of snorting drugs and smoking is actually kind of gross when you think about it and describe it. However, one hilarious things that happened in the hour or so that I'm skipping is John saw a bee, and he was so high he thought it was a swarm and was running around like an idiot for 5 minutes until it lost interest. Ok, back to the important stuff.

"Hey you!" Standing in front of us was a punk guy with a green Mohawk.

"What?" I stood up and looked at the guy. He was wearing a black shirt with a skull on it, and, that's all I remember. He seemed vaguely familiar though, like I'd seen him somewhere before.

"This place right here is my hang dude, so you might want to go before things get ugly." He cracked his knuckles, something most people find intimidating even though half the time people do that they never have any intentions of violence.

I got up from the steps, John and Butch backing me up. "If this is your place why haven't I seen you before?"

"I don't usually come out on the weekends. The place is too crowded with nobodies and punk kid wannabees." He took a step closer to me and was now inches from my face. "But when I heard some sleaze ball was taking over my spot," hr cracked his knuckles again, which had to be hurting him by now. I clenched my fists, prepared for a fight. "I couldn't have that. What did they say your name was? Mike?"

I snarled at the name. I hate being called Mike, I'm nothing like him! "The names Vito punk." I gave him a shove, pushing him backwards into his henchmen. He glared and stepped back in front of me. "And who you calling sleaze ball you joke?"

"You wanna prove yourself? Fine. Lets see how well you can handle a little buzz."

So the two of us went inside the bar and ordered a few rounds of shots. At first we both sat in silence trying to intimidate each other, but after we'd drunk more than our fair share, we started getting tipsy and when tipsiness turned into all out drunk, we were both laughing and cracking jokes like buds.

"So….." One of that other guys henchmen glances around awkwardly. "Who won?"

"I did." We both turned to look at each other.

"What do you mean, I won!"

"No, I won!" He shoved me backwards.

"Um, I won!" I shoved him harder.

"No, I WON!" Then he slammed me into the edge of the table. I hit my head on the edge of the table, which was enough to also knock me to the floor. When I hit the ground, my head was once again slammed into it so hard that the tray the shot glasses were on fell off the table and onto me, causing me to pass out.

Apparently after that, that green haired punk picked me up and threw me in the dumpster. When the body came to, Mike was in control so whatever else happened he did. Can I stop now?

Yes. I swear to god Vito, I don't know what I'm going to do about you!

You'll do nothing.

Shut up! Anyways, I've got to go. I have my date with Zoey tonight. Fingers crossed it goes well!

- Mike

Wow. For never having been in a club and having never done drugs or smoked or drank, I sure know a hell of a lot about clubs smoking, doing drugs and drinking. Like, I'm afraid that my parents are going to go through my computer one day and find this and ask what the hell is wrong with me and accuse me of doing drugs.

Well, that's all for this chapter. I promise this is going to get more humorous as we go on. After Mikes date with Zoey, I'm going to write about him hanging at home with his personalities. Hilarity will ensue. See you guys next chapter! (Hopefully sooner two months from now!)

- My