This may or may not be justified, but I'm sad. I only got two reviews last chapter! And then I didn't update for a while, and it stayed the same. I know that I would be happy for that on any other story, but I thought this one was more popular. Please, please review! I'm not going to set a standard, I'm not that annoying, but I'd appreciate constructive criticism more than silence.

Nina

"Wow, this place is great!" I screamed, clinking my eleventh glass of whatever Jerome had ordered against Amber's.

Will had left before Jerome got the soda, complaining of his throat swelling up and having an itchy face. I had tried to come with him, but he insisted that I enjoy the Music Note. "You're having a lot of fun," he had said, kissing my cheek. "I wouldn't want you to miss out on this."

Then Jerome had come with the glasses. I had downed mine in less than five seconds-my throat was sore from singing-and had found the taste amazing. In fact, everyone did, except Patricia, who smirked at us. We demanded for Jerome to order more. He came back, this time with bottles instead of glasses. I had believed that it was root beer, and drank it gleefully.

Jerome just kept coming with the drinks. Soon, my mind was covered in a kind of fog and I was feeling a kind of peacefulness, like when you are halfway asleep. Then, the DJ started playing Nicki Minaj's 'Starships'. I usually hated the song, but I felt so energetic that I grabbed the closest hand and started rubbing up against them, feeling their chest and arms.

I and my partner kept going on like that until their lips found mine. Before I could kiss back, Amber slipped another glass into my hand. "Wow, this place rocks!" I screamed, clinking it against Amber's glass.

"Hey," My partner said, and kissed me again. I smiled, and kissed back. If Will and I had sparks, this person was like kissing fire itself. It was like when Fabian and I-

Oh bloody hell. I looked up to see his dark hair caressing his face beautifully, and something stirred in my heavily blanketed mind. It was like a cold wind had slapped my face, and suddenly I needed to get away from the stuffy club, away from HIM. I pushed him down and ran outside.

Outside was like breathing in sobriety. I glanced up at the stars of Paris, knowing that I was drunk now. I didn't care though, and that should've scared me, but it didn't. I took in a deep breath, trying to push away thoughts of alcohol and drinking more. I just kissed my ex, and it was...spectacular. As much as I tried to push away the fog from my mind, I knew that that thought was my own, not the alcohol speaking. But that was simply because my lips wanted a place to roam, right? The hunger I was feeling…it was from the alcohol. It had to be.

He was so much better than Will, though. Will had restrained himself, giving me sweet pecks and seemingly perfect snogging sessions. Yet he lacked the passion, the desperateness of Fabian. Fabian acted as if he needed me, and Will as if he enjoyed me but could survive without my company.

Before I could think on that, Amber burst out giggling. "Neens, what are you doing out here? The real party's inside," she slurred. "You mean the party full of alcohol," I asked, trying to keep my voice from slurring like her's. Amber's facial expression changed from confusion and happiness to fear and guilt.

"Amber, did you get me hyped up on alcohol so that you could get me and Fabian together?" I growled, ignoring the happy haze trying to overcome me. "Uh…how do you sound so sober?" she chose to ask instead.

I lunged at her, and pressed her back against the pavement. I smelled her rancid breath, and instantly felt absolute fury. I slapped her cheek, and that gave me a rush of pleasure. All of a sudden my happy buzz faded, instead of an anger fueled by alcohol. I shook her shoulders until her teeth rattled, and grinned maliciously. It was more fun than expected.

Gentle but firm hands pulled me off Amber. "NO! SHE'S A BITCH AND SHE DESERVES IT, YOU RETARD!" I screamed, fighting them off hard. "STOP YOU IDIOT! YOU ARE DRUNK AND YOU ARE ACTING LIKE AN F***KING IDIOT!" (Sorry, but I banned the f-bomb from my own vocabulary. This fanfic is now clean of that word, but you can add it in with the power of your MIND.) "PATRICIA LET THE FIRETRUCK GO OF ME!" I yelled. (Anyone watch that video on YouTube? Again, put it in with your mind.) "No, you lunatic," she said, dragging me away from a bruised and battered Amber. "THIS ISN'T OVER!" I screeched at Amber, fighting off Patricia. How the fug did she get so strong? (Another variation that I picked up from a book I read.) Patricia just shoved me roughly into the limo, and handed the limousine driver fifty pounds. He sped off, me banging against the glass until my knuckles bled.

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I woke up with an excruciating migraine. I rubbed my head, wondering why.

Fabian…alcohol…kiss…fight…AMBER! I groaned and tried to stand up. Bile rose up and I ran to the bathroom, where I retched until my throat was raw. I coughed and popped a breath mint from my toiletry bag into my mouth. I glanced outside, and saw that the sun had not yet the touched the sky, but I knew I wouldn't be able to fall to sleep.

The fluorescent lights were hurting my eyes, so I moved into the bedroom again. I glanced down at myself and saw that I was still wearing the pink sleeveless cocktail dress that I had picked out last night. I stripped it off my body, and chose a white V-neck t-shirt, skinny jeans and red converse hi-tops instead. My eyes were aching, so I added some big black sunglasses to the mix.

I headed downstairs into the lobby, and went to the continental breakfast. I ended up with a Belgian waffle covered with strawberries, with a ton of whipped cream on top. Since it was really early in the morning-like, I don't know, maybe four in the morning?—I ate in silence as the security guard dozed in a chair, his flashlight trained on the floor.

"What are you doing up at four thirty in the morning?" a hushed voice asked, coming from the doorway. I looked up to see my ex smiling at me, his own eyes protected by shades. "I could ask you the same thing," I replied icily, wondering if alcohol could drain completely from your system in four hours. My head still felt foggy, but at least I had some sanity, while Fabian looked a little dizzy as he stumbled over to my table.

"Harris is going to kill me for becoming intoxicated on tour," I said, not meeting his eyes. "Hey, it wasn't your fault," he comforted me. "No," I stood abruptly. "It was yours and Amber's stupid idea!" I marched my still full plate to the sink and dropped it with a clang. "It wasn't my idea!" he said, his voice rising. "Oh yeah? IT WASN'T MY IDEA TO KISS YOU EITHER!" I yelled, my voice matching his. "You know, you…you are an incompetent, belligerent fool!" Fabian insulted. "I could say the same thing for you!" I shot back. The security guard's breath hitched, and we both jumped. It eventually softened again, and we both met each other's eyes for once.

And then we were kissing. There weren't sparks though. No, this was more intense. It was like I had just gotten hit with an explosion, but rather me being scorched, I was left cold, wanting the heat so badly that I had dived into the flames. Our lips melded together, and we were two parts of one whole, fitting together perfectly. It was everything I wanted…with the wrong person.

"Whoa!" A person called from behind us. We both turned around to see-

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Mara's POV

A knock sounded at the door that I shared with Joy. I glanced over at Joy's bed, and found it empty. Hmm, I thought. Where is she? Another, more urgent knock happened again. I groaned and my head pounding a bit as I donned my robe. Another knock… "Gosh, I'm coming," I said, and opened the door to find my amnesiac boyfriend standing behind it.

"Uh, hey, Jerome, what's up? Why are you here in the middle of the night?" "I…it may sound really stupid, but I had a nightmare, and…" "I get it. Come on in," I gestured, my heart sinking. I had been hoping he had suddenly remembered about us.

"It was about…this weirdly shaped object. Alfie had hidden it from me. At least, my thoughts told me that. I…found this number, and dialed it on the phone, but then the phone turned into this man…" he shuddered. "The man threatened to kill me unless I brought the object, but suddenly the object melted and, I woke up." "Wow, that sounds really creepy," I noted. He nodded. "That's not even the worst part. The worst part is that somehow…I think that was a memory." "Um, Jerome-" "I know, it sounds crazy. I just can't go to sleep now, and for some reason I just felt like I needed to come to you for help." "Lay down. I'm going to sing you a lullaby my mother used to sing to me when I was little." He nodded, and got situated on the bed.

I started singing softly:

Hush-a-by, don't you cry

Go to sleep, my little baby

When you wake, you shall have

All the pretty little horses

Dapples and grays, pintos and bays

All the pretty little horses

Way down yonder, in the meadow

Poor little baby, crying 'Mama!'

Birds and the butterflies

Flutter round his eyes

Poor little baby, crying 'Mama!'

Hush-a-by, don't you cry

Go to sleep, my little baby

When you wake, you shall have

All the pretty little horses

Dapples and greys, pintos and bays

All the pretty little horses

Mm…mm…mm….

Jerome had fallen asleep before I even got to the meadow part, but I finished it up anyways because I loved it. I smiled at his sleeping figure, and kissed his forehead before climbing in with him. "I love you, Jerome," I whispered. "I just don't know how to tell you."