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Shadow Cub: The next morning after drinking is never pretty. : P

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Place: Cara's Home

Date: Sunday, September 22

CRASH

I groaned loudly from the greeting of noise this early in the morning. The light flooded in and I sat up from the beanie bag I had passed out in. I was greeted with what felt like I had been hit in the head twenty times by a vampire. I looked over trying to shield my eyes from the mean sunlight; my aviators lay on the floor next to me. I slid them on and the headache subsided a little.

I stumbled along into the kitchen to see Cara sitting on the counter with her legs wide open, her underwear very obvious. I didn't even have the patience to blush I just looked her in the eye. She gave me a big grin and jumped off the counter.

"Hangover, huh", I just nodded and plopped down on the table rubbing my temple. Cara opened the fridge and pulled out a beer holding it out. I stared at it warily and she popped it open. "Best remedy for a hangover…more booze", I sighed as another pounding feeling rose into my cranium. I put the beer to my lips and took a swig.

Later That Day

My bike zoomed down the street as I made my way home. Cara had been right; the one beer did help my hangover. I had thrown my hair back and wore my aviators. I drove up into my drive way to see my mother staring at me with wide eyes.

I turned off the bike and raised an eyebrow at her. "What's wrong mom", I asked her nonchalantly still feeling buzzed.

"Evian, jeez; I thought you were your father for a second", she held her hand over her heart and shook her head. She turned around and grabbed to grocery bags and slammed the door to her car behind her.

"Oh…okay", I muttered and followed along into the house.

Place: Forks Road

Date: Friday, November 22

It had been two months…two months since Rosalie had left me. Anything that reminded me of her ripped me into depression. It hurt; it still shouldn't hurt so much. My mother didn't know it still hurt me. Only my new friends knew my pain, and they helped the only way they could; they kept me busy. The only way I found peace was through liquor. I didn't really know why, but it was easier this way. I didn't know I was so reliant on Rosalie Hale. She had become my everything, my all, and I didn't want anything more than her. But apparently the feeling wasn't mutual.

I finally pulled up into Cara's home; it was our official hang out. I spent more time here then my own home. I couldn't be home much…it reminded me too much of Rosalie. My mother didn't seem to mind, she found that new friends would be good, so I didn't sulk around her home.

I pulled my bike into the garage next to Warrick's van. I hopped off and opened the door into the foyer. I jumped up the stairs into the living room. I found William and Tara making out as usual; John looked up to see me and blushed. Cara was positive he had a crush on me, too bad I only liked girls.

"Hey Jack", Warrick went to put me into a noogie but I dodged him and spinned into the kitchen with laughter. Jack was my nickname since apparently I was the best person to hold a bottle of Jack Daniels, it was my favorite liquor Cara looked up from her book and gave me a grin, I felt light again; I hugged Cara. Did I mention…Cara was also the only thing that gave me peace. I liked Cara, I'm not sure if I liked her like that but she was someone special who helped me when I was depressed. She had become a friend and great friendship we had.

I hopped onto the counter, I had become more comfortable in the home; as Cara and Warrick said, it was my home now too. "How was school", asked Cara throwing me a beer. I caught it and opened it holding the cold glass to my lips enjoying the burn.

"Boring", I said honestly. Cara technically a student of Forks High School but she had been expelled for having too many suspensions at the beginning of the year. So she spent her days working as an apprentice to a Tattoo Artist in Port Angeles.

"Hey girls, come over here", called Warrick. Cara and I exchanged a look before walking into the living room. We plopped down on the love seat and Cara put her feet in my lap. I gave no notice since I was use to this.

"Guess what I saw today", said Tara with a grin. Tara was quite a gossip and always wanted to dish. "I saw that Bella girl today, sad looking really", Bella's face appeared in my thoughts and I became sad. The guys must have noticed because Cara scowled at Tara who frowned.

"Well Jack, tonight we're going out on the town to Port Angeles", I looked up at Cara confused and she grinned. "Let's get you changed", I looked down at my paint covered jeans and button up black blouse. She yanked me up with her and she tugged me up the stairs.

Cara pushed me to sit on her bed and I hopped onto it more watching her go through her small closet. She yanked out three things muttering to herself. She threw the clothes at me with a grin. "Get changed", she closed the door behind her and I slid off the bed slowly. I tugged my clothes off and grabbed the pants.

They were baggy black cargo pants with several chains on them, similar to the pants Warrick always wore. I tugged on the simple white The Runaways shirt and noticed she had pulled my leather jacket next to it. I had once again forgotten my leather jacket there after stumbling home so I didn't get caught drunk by my mother. I tugged it on and looked at myself in the mirror.

"You look great!" cried out Cara and I looked at her through the mirror. She pushed me into the small stool and began to cake make-up on my face. She had given me a dark red lip and smoldering black eyes. I looked paler now and the big clothes made me look skinner. "Ready for a night on the town", she grinned at me and tugged my hair out the bun letting my hair fall it now went to the small of my back.

She grabbed my hand and dragged me out the room. I had a feeling it was going to be a very long night…

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