A/N: Everyone seemed to expect a Leah-Dante bonding session like the Bella-Jake one, but guess what? You ain't getting one. This is Evil's Sidekick Land, not Stephanie Meyer-ville.

Disclaimer: At last. I own Dante. That's it, folks.

CHAPTER WHO CARES? We're all gonna die anyways, might as well enjoy the ride

So look at me now
I'm just makin' my play
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way

-AC/DC-Back in Black
The roaring in my head as I woke up the next morning reminded me why I had given up drinking when I'd first turned into a wolf. Hazy memories of the night before crept up to me slowly.

Bar……..vodka………..Dante………..scotch………..Dante………..more vodka………..shots……..laughter…………Dante.

Dante.

I quickly scrambled up, and sensed someone lying next to me on this completely strange bed.

You see, there are some things no one likes on mornings, and they were a)Not knowing where the hell they were, b) Having a killer headache and undisputable signs of a first-class hangover when they were pretty sure they hadn't gone overboard the night before, and c) waking up next to their neighbor.

Since all three were happening to me at once, I decided that the days of being Leah Clearwater, the graceful, in-control chick were over, and screamed for my lung's worth.

Dante's dark eyelashes fluttered, and two reproachful, Cornish-blue eyes fixed on me. "Wherezdafire?"

I grabbed a pillow, and flew at him with it. "I'M GONNA MURDER YOU!!!!!!"

His voice sounded muffled as he protested, "Leah……..need to…….can explain………can't breathe…….."

I pressed my pillow harder on him, fully intent on smothering him to death. "Why am I on your bed with a hangover, huh? I'M GONNA STRANGLE YOU, DANTE!!!!!!!"

He somehow managed to overthrow me. "Nothing happened, Lee. See? Fully clothed." He gestured, and I looked down at myself. Hey, what do you know? He was right. I even had my shoes.

I looked up, and bit my lip. "So what happened yesterday?"

He ruffled his already messy hair. "We were drunk. Really drunk." He frowned, then grimaced. "Ow."

Now that he mentioned it……..

"Where's the bathroom?" I asked, jumping off the bed in a motion that made my stomach and head feel even more awful. He pointed, and I ran.

I barely made it.

After I had thrown up, my headache just got worse. I looked at the mirror nervously after I'd rinsed my mouth, and winced.

I looked like I had been caught in a hurricane, or struck by lightning, or something. I wasn't exactly J-Lo, but I didn't want to look like a walking disaster in front of my gorgeous neighbor, either.

Figuring that whatever damage was already done, I walked back to the bedroom slowly. "How did we end up getting so drunk, anyways?" I asked Dante, whose dark, tousled hair was visible peeking out from under the covers. "I don't remember going to a bar in the first place."

He opened his eyes again blearily, and rubbed his temple. "I think……….you were saying something about nights going to be harder to get through, or something. I guess one thing led to another, and next thing I know, you're screaming bloody murder and trying to smother me with a pillow."

I nodded slowly, and sat on the bed next to him. "I'm guessing my mum's not going to be thrilled about this."

He grinned, and sat up. His movements were controlled, like he was afraid if he moved too fast, he would end up hugging the toilet seat, as well. I guess I understood the feeling. "So maybe the tall, handsome man from next door wasn't as much for a fix for her reclusive daughter as much as she expected."

I would have groaned if I wasn't so sure it would just increase my headache. "Aw, shucks. She hinted yesterday, didn't she?"

He nodded, a little-boy smile on his features. "Apparently, you're still a bit broken up about a boy called Sam."

I coughed. "Sam? Sam was so last year."

He shook his head. "Maybe."

I scowled. "Dante, I mean it. I'm way over Sam Uley." I looked out his window. The sun hadn't completely risen, so the hints of dark blue still lingered between the golds and reds.

Were you there?

Did you wait for me?

I shook my head briefly, in acceptance. Of course not.

Dante was watching e with a curious smile. "But that doesn't mean there isn't someone else, does it, Lee?"

You never said my name. Just that once.

"Does it matter?" I asked, with a fake laugh. "As far as I'm concerned, everyone can just die and go to hell or wherever. I'm having my share of fun."

"Determination personified." Dante commented, and yelled indignantly when I flew at him with a pillow again.

Everybody's changing and I don't feel the same.*

A/N: This chapter was mainly based on a lot of episodes of Gossip Girl, which I am addicted to. This was the main conversation:

Blair: Where are you?
Georgina: Taking care of what you obviously couldn't.
Blair: I don't think Jesus would approve of that.
Georgina: Well, you can tell Jesus that the bitch is back.

Oh, and photos the guy I have in mind for Dante are on my profile. Feel free to check them out. Kudos to anyone who can guess who it is. Hint: Any Gossip Girl or The Covenant fan is bound to know him.

He's my man, Dante is. So maybe you'll review just for his sake.

*Quoted directly from Everybody's changing by Keane.