*A/N: WARNING, LEMON ALERT! M rated chapter comin' your way! If you need a fake ID to buy cigarettes then you shouldn't be reading this.

We don't own twilight, but we like to play with them.*

CHAPTER 7

APOV

I walked slowly towards the kitchen, not wanting to dwell on the fact that Jacob took the car and probably was never coming to get us. If I dwelled on that fact I'd probably scream. In one weekend he turned into a monster. It was only two-thirty in the afternoon, but the need for some sort of liquid courage was astounding. I started frantically searching Edward's cupboards; invasion of his privacy was the least of my worries at the moment. I finally found a half full bottle of scotch, and while it wasn't my drink of choice, it would do. I took a swig of the bottle, and suddenly a flashback of last night attacked my senses, causing me to fall to the floor. I leaned against the table legs as I thought of Bella crumpled on the floor, naked, sobbing. Though she hadn't told me what happened yet, my instincts did. While she was explaining exactly what had gone on, I thought of how horrible it must've been to have the boy you love be so selfish. When all of her cries were quieted and she'd finally fell asleep, I went to go have a talk with him, but when I went to find him he didn't seem to be anywhere. I should've known then, but I had the feeling at the time that he was still in the house. What a coward was the only response I had to the whole situation. The sound of footsteps coming near me was lost in the haze the alcohol already had on my system and the clear memories of last night.

"Alice, are you already drinking? It's only two-thirty!" Bella went to snatch the bottle out of my hand, but I quickly took it out of her reach. Quil approached me lower, squatting next to me to look at me eye level.

"Shawty, I am all for you getting inebriated and having poor judgment, but we need you to stay sober for a little while longer ok?" His comical approach to making me give up the bottle obviously worked because subconsciously I was handing the bottle to him. He smiled at me and offered his hand to help me up. I gave him a strange look and took his hand. Where was this Quil coming from?

"Let's make something to eat; I'm sure Edward wouldn't mind." Bella started towards the refrigerator, digging in to find something to make for the three of us. Not finding what she wanted in there, she started searching the cabinets. "Aha!" she announced as she turned with an extremely familiar blue box in her hand. "Macaroni and Cheese." She smiled and went back to the fridge to get the necessary ingredients for the mac and cheese.

"Yo, bells, is there another box? I'm starving." I rolled my eyes at the entrance of black Quil again. Bella nodded, grabbed the second box, and went off to find a pot to hold the pasta. I heard light padding coming down the stairs and part of me hoped it was Jake, telling us he'd just slept the day away. I saw Edward at the bottom of the stairs, coming towards the kitchen. He looked between Quil and I and his bottle of scotch a couple times before shrugging and sitting at the table. His freak out had left Bella and I a little shaken up to say the least, and I wasn't really in the right mindset to deal with crazy at the moment, so I sat down next to him and cradled my head in my arms against the table. My eyes slowly closed, tiredness quickly catching up with me from the lack of sleep I had last night. The slam of my bowl of macaroni woke me out of my nap, a snicker leaving Quil's lips. I made a mocking face at him and started eating my macaroni. I looked up at Edward who wasn't eating, but was staring at Bella like she was a meal. A shiver traveled through my body, making my hair stand on end. The room was silent other than the delicate clinking sounds of our forks hitting the side of our bowls. Bella was in another world, her eyes glazed over and staring at a knot in the wood table. Suddenly, she got up and quickly washed her bowl, whispering an "excuse me" to us. I followed right behind her to my bedroom. She sat on the bed, fresh tears littering her face.

"Bella, are you ok? I know you want to pretend you're strong enough to completely forget this-" she placed her hand close to my face, cutting me off.

"I know. I know I'm not strong enough. I just don't know what to do, what to think, or even how to think. The only thing that circles in my mind is 'Why?' I don't see how he could do this to me, to us." She held her head in her hands, sniffing quietly. Not really knowing what to do I just rubbed her back, showing her I was there for her. She leaned slightly into me, her sobs getting louder by the second. I looked towards the door, seeing a shadow. I cocked my head to the side and called out a hello. Loud footsteps echoed in the hallway, the shadow quickly disappearing.

"Hold on a sec Bells," I whispered to her, "I think someone's out there." I softly walked towards the door, looking to the right and seeing a tip of Quil's jacket scamper down the hallway. Knowing it was him I ran at full speed, colliding with him when I finally caught up.

"YO GIRL WHAT GIVES?!" he screeched at me, wiping the dust from his clothing.

"YO BOY, why were you spying on Bella and I?"

"I just- well, I just- I don't know. I just want to know what happened, because it obviously made j-dawg upset enough to leave us stranded in the middle of nowheresville."

I shook my head, sweeping my hand through my hair, "Look, you can't tell a soul what I'm about to tell you. Bella didn't want me telling anybody."

"I'll make the unbreakable vow if you want me to." I looked up at his face, and all I saw was complete sincerity. I sighed and told him everything that had happened to Bella last night. I could tell in his eyes that he was torn between wanting to kill Jake for hurting Bella and wanting to take his best friend's side. When I finished he looked down and was silent for a moment, which wasn't usual for Quil. When he raised his head unshed tears glistened in his eyes, the dying sunlight catching the moisture. His head quickly looked over my shoulder, his eyes widening. I turned around only to see Bella, her face bright red with fury.

"I can't believe you told him! I trusted you Alice, I trusted you!" She ran off towards my room, shutting the door and locking it closed. I sank to the floor as my eyes filled with water as well.

"Shit, I can't do anything right." A sob rattled out of me as my hands covered my tear stained face. Quil rushed over to wear I sat and scooped me up in his arms. Weirdly, a calming feeling rushed through my body. I snuggled against his chest as he tried to calm me down by humming a soft melody. I stood up with me in his arms, making me cling to his body in fear of him dropping me. I looked at his face, but no looking of strain was found, causing my panicked state to lessen a little bit.

"Where are you t-t-taking me?" I got out, my body still racked with sobs.

"We're just gonna go in my room, since Bella locked you out of yours. I've got some liquid relief in my room as well." He smiled slightly at me, causing a tiny smile to crack in my saddened state.

Before we made it to his room, Edward stopped us to tell Quil that he would be unavailable for the evening; his brother needed some assistance down at the shop and he'd probably just stay with them tonight. Quil nodded, and Edward started towards my room to tell Bella.

Quil kicked his door with his foot, and set me down on the bed. On his way to close the door, he picked up his backpack.

"Alright, Jake took the Jack, and Edward took the Captain away from me for pretending to be a pirate, so we've got Jose…and Jose to hang with." I grabbed the half empty bottle out of his hand and took a swig. I handed it back to him, nodding at him to do the same. We didn't stop until the bottle was empty.

*****

"You gotz to walk with a lil' bit offfa limp kk?" Quil slurred at me. The alcohol had completely taken over my brain, making me beg Quil to give me ghetto lessons. He thought that the walk was the most important part of being a G; your swagger pretty much showed outsiders your thug appeal.

"Whys would I limp? I'm perrrfectly fine! HAHA!" I giggled and lost my balance, causing more laughter to pour out of me. "Yo G-quizzle, I don thinks I need help with mah speech, I gotz the gangsta talk dowwnnn." I got up off the floor, and tried to "swagger" again, adding the limp.

"That's one hellifed gangsta lean shawty! Yous so good at bein' ghetto. You be even better than me gurl!" he shouted, a light chuckle following.

I looked at Quil's face, a sloppy smile plastered on it from the drinks, but dead honesty apparent in his eyes.

With the alcohol pumping through my veins, I closed the distance between us and crashed my lips on to his. Instead of being taken by surprise like I assumed he would be, he instantly reciprocated, kissing back with full force. My tongue fiercely asked for acceptance into his mouth, which he fully allowed, massaging mine with his own. Though our kissing was frantic and rough, his hands were like silk on my body, lightly caressing me as if I were a doll sudden to break.

"You're so beautiful Alice" he whispered against my lips, making my heart race. "Everything about you is beautiful; your eyes, your nose, your lips, your cheeks, your shoulders, your legs, just, everything." He then proceeded to kiss everything he believed was beautiful. He started with my eyes, delicately kissing my eyelids. He gave me a kiss on the nose and the cheeks, but avoided my lips. He gently took of my shirt, an audible gasp escaping his lips. He kissed my shoulders, his hands roaming my naked back until he reached my bra. He looked into my eyes, asking for permission. I nodded slightly, and he unhooked my bra, throwing it to the floor.

"Oh god, Alice, so amazing." He stuttered out as his hands softly touched my breasts, one in each hand. He slid down my body a little bit, taking one of my nipples into his mouth. A light sigh escaped my lips as pleasure coursed through me. His tongue circled, using his lips to suck tenderly. His delicacy was driving me insane to the point that the moment his tongue touched my breast I grabbed his hair and pulled up.

"What's wrong baby?" he frantically looked at me, wondering what he did wrong.

"I'm not a doll, you won't break me." With that I locked on his lips, showing with my mouth what I wanted. He groaned loudly, breaking the kiss to take off his shirt. He rolled me on top of him, making me straddle his lap. I sat all the way up, making him whimper in the loss of my lips. I stood up, and while looking at the floor, took my pants and undies off. A boy had never seen me naked before, and the insecurities every girl has were bubbling to the surface. I risked my pride and looked up, seeing only lust and adoration in Quil's eyes. He growled low in his chest, slowly slinking towards me. He unbuttoned his pants, taking his boxers along with them. His eyes were still dark with lust as he grabbed a hold of me and kissed me passionately. Lifting me off the ground, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me back to the bed. He aggressively laid me down, nibbling at my collarbone causing me to arch against him. He positioned himself, and slowly started to thrust into me. Every inch he went in he'd place kisses all over my face until he was all the way in.

"You ok Al?"

"Yeah, I'm ok."

He smiled lightly, and kissed me. "Good."

He started a slow rhythm in the beginning, delicately thrusting in and out. When it got to the point where he was just being too delicate, I started thrusting into him, causing him go groan loudly.

"ungh, Alice, fuck." He started speeding up, causing a familiar sensation to start in my lower stomach. Holding himself up with one hand, he held the other underneath my waist, pounding me into his cock. I tried to open my eyes to see him, but I couldn't. The pleasure ripping through me was getting too intense, my body begging for release.

"Fuck, you're so tight." Quil's words pushed me over the edge, a loud moan leaving me as I writhed underneath him, the muscles in me milking his cock, pushing him over as well. He leaned his forehead against my shoulder for a minute, getting his breath back. He rolled off of me, using his arms to call me towards him. We laid there for a while, his large hands rubbing my back with my fingers drawing designs on his chest. My throat started to burn with thirst, making me ask him to get water. He got up and put his boxers and shirt on, not bothering to put pants back on.

"I'll be right back."

*****

QPOV

I had sex with Aaaalice! I had sex with Aaaalice! I chanted in my head as I went to get her a glass of water from the kitchen. Part of me was still in shock that my dream girl would ever find it in her to want me, and the other part was giving me props for being such a pimp. As I was weighing in between two strands of thought, I heard a loud noise from the 3rd floor. My drunken state wasn't nearly as bad as the night before, so I knew that I wasn't allowed up there. I tried to just ignore it, blame the sounds on the house being so freaking old, but I heard footsteps as well. Knowing Edward had left for the night, I felt it in my duty to keep my women safe and see if an intruder had gotten in.

I slowly walked up the stairs, and called out a, "Who be there?" but was only granted with silence. Every couple of stairs I'd call out a hello, but still, nobody said a word. I finally made it up the flight of stairs, and saw what looked like a shadow.

"Who's there?" I walked a little slower down the hallway, following the shadow I saw. The only light provided in the dark space was the moon's heavy glow, catching the edges of the person's shadow as they swiftly passed by the windows. "Yo fool, who you be?" The figure came to an abrupt stop and turned to face me.

"Yo homie, what you be doin' here? I thought you left!"

*A/N: Uh oh! Who did Quil run into?

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