This story got reported. : ( I'll probably just put it back up if it gets taken down or I'll put it on fiction press.I just wish the person that is reporting the stories wouldn't leave an anonymous review, you know? Like, if you're going to do something, have the guts to show that it was you. What are you afraid of?

Disclaimer: I do not own All Time Low, any band or brand, or the lyrics I use in this story.

Chapter 12: The Party Scene

"Drink up last call before the sunrise sets this scene of empty bottles, heavy hearts, the memories, the broken dreams. We were so tired, yet so alive wrapped up in lies like sheets of another one night stand."- The Party Scene, All Time Low.

Hayley's P.O.V.

"Abby, invite some friends over. We're having a party!" I called up the stairs. She came out of her room.

"Really!" I nodded. "Swwweeeeeettt!" I giggled and she went back to her room.

I was picking up everything that was on the stairs when she ran back out. "What should I wear?" she said. I laughed.

"Ask Jack on that." I smirked. "He should be over soon."

She sighed. "Okay."

I went into the kitchen to grab a Monster. The doorbell rang, startling me. I opened the door to see Jack standing on the other side. He was wearing black skinny jeans, black converse, and a red plaid button up. Not much different from last night, I thought. He looked pretty good.

"Someone's not going home tonight," I said. He grinned.

"Wasn't planning on it, Hayley."

My eyes narrowed and I jabbed my finger at him. "Don't sleep with my sister." I relaxed. "Now, Kori? Well that's up to her." he chuckled and stepped in. I closed the door.

"Abby." I said in a sing-song voice.

"What?" she said in the same voice.

"Jack's here." she came to the top of the stairs.

"Help me please? I need clothing help." she said. He nodded.

I started to follow him upstairs but he stopped me. "You don't get to see until I'm done." he turned and went up the remainder of the stairs.

"Fine, but I want help when you're done!" I yelled.

"Yeah, yeah." he waved me off.

The doorbell rang again so I opened the door. "Rian!" I hugged him. He walked inside.

"What's up?" he asked.

"Cleaning." I shut the door.

"Amazing."

"Hayley your turn!" Jack yelled.

"Your turn for what?" Rian asked, following me up to my room.

"Jack knows how to dress people. Except himself." I explained.

"Alright that's weird." Rian replied.

"Sort of. Depends on how you look at it, I guess. Can I see Abby now?" I said. She came out wearing white skinny jeans and an orange tank top with silver sequence on the neck line. Her brown hair was down and actually straightened and she had just a little bit of eyeliner on.

"You did that?" I asked Jack.

"Just the clothes," Abby answered for him.

"You look awesome!" I replied. She laughed.

"Thank you."

I didn't noticed that Jack went into my room until he came back out and threw clothes at me.

"Oh well jeez Jack. Love you too." I said.

"Just put them on."

Since the bathroom was right behind me I changed in there. Jack had given me dark blue skinny jeans, a black tank top, and a white jean jacket that was only long enough to come to the top of my stomach. I put my hair in a ponytail and put on some eyeliner and silver eye shadow.

I came out and noticed everyone was downstairs and Zack was here.

"Hey," I said. Abby studied me for awhile.

"Jack, you sure you want to be in a band? You would make a good stylist," she said. He shook his head.

"No. That's not for me," he said. The doorbell rang again. I looked at the clock and saw that it was 6. It had to be Alex.

"Hey," I opened the door and sure enough it was Alex. He took my hand.

"Wow, you look pretty." he kissed me. He stepped in and I shut the door.

We had some last minute preparations so we took care of them. Sure enough, around eight the guests (Rian and Alex took care of that) started to arrive. Music started blaring and it was a full blown party before nine.

. . .

Alex's P.O.V.

I walked through the house trying to find Hayley or any sign of her, sighing when I gave up. I went into the kitchen to get some punch, which had been mixed with vodka or something. The fruity-ness of the punch made it hard to tell.

I looked around the suddenly clear kitchen. In the door way there she was. Sierra had found out about the party and she was obviously wasted. I stood there, knowing she would approach me at some time. I re-filled my cup as I waited.

"Hey Alex," she traced the neck line of my shirt with her finger. I pulled her hand down.

"Just walk away, Sierra. It won't work." I said.

"You sure?" she rested her hand on my stomach and another on my arm. I stepped back.

"Positive." She stepped closer and put her arms around my neck. She kissed me, but I pushed her away. I shook my head and turned the other way, leaving her to stand there.

I waited a few minutes before walking back into the kitchen. I re- filled my cup for the third time. I already started to feel the 'effects.

Hayley's P.O.V.

I stumbled through my house that was now covered in trash and smelled like alcohol. Running into just about everyone and everything, I finally made it to the kitchen.

I fixed myself another cup of the "punch" and gulped it down. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my waist. I looked up to see Alex.

I turned around, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. He kissed me back. He grabbed my hand and started pulling me up to my room, knocking on my door to make sure no one was there. He opened the door and led me in. My vision was blurry and I wasn't thinking straight, but I knew then that I was up for anything.