Close to an hour later in the living room, Bree is dancing on the coffee table with her forth beer in hand. The next song, "Better With the Lights Off" by New Boyz, came on. "I love this song!" Bree shouts with a smile on her face and her eyes closed. Collin, the nameless guy from before, picks her up off the coffee table and Bree wraps her legs around him with one arm around his neck. She drops the small bit of beer left in her cup on the floor while making the transition from the coffee table to Collin. She laughs, "Oops!" Collin bounces her around to the beat of the song. She continues to laugh and moves her upper body back and forth.

"Bree!" Sloane shouts, but Bree can't hear her from across the room. Chase, who is standing behind her, yells Bree's name again, a lot louder than Sloane could. Bree looks this time but just waves with a big smile on her face and keeps dancing with Collin.

"Stay here," Chase says in Sloane's ear. Sloane nods. He pushes is way through drunk, dancing teenagers to get to Bree. "Put her down, now," Chase shouts at Collin, who is a complete stranger to him.

"Go find your own chick, Bro," Collin says half-drunk and laughing

"She's my sister!"

"Chase, go away," Bree says annoyed.

"Bree, come with me. We're leaving."

"No way. You heard her," Collin says.

"Yeah, I'm not leaving," Bree slurs.

"Bree, you're drunk," Chase says assertively and grabs her this time, trying to make them stop dancing.

"What?" she asks. "I'm drunk. . .?" Bree then twists her body and puts her arms around Chase's neck, to have him pick her up instead of Collin. At that point, Collin just tosses her over, annoyed. He mutters something angrily that Chase can't make out. Although annoyed to be carrying her, Chase again pushes his way through the drunken teenagers with Bree in his arms. He pushes by Sloane without saying anything, and Sloane follows him out of the house.

Once they're in the front yard, Chase says to Sloane, "I can't carry her all the way home, and I think she's asleep."

Sloane moves to stand in front of them and looks at Bree's face. "She's out."

Chase shakes her around, "Wake up."

"Stop, that's not going to do anything. Do you know anyone in this neighborhood?"

Chase starts to shake his head, but stops, "Wait. I'm pretty sure Caitlin lives at the end of this street."

"Well come on then," Sloane says in a hurry as she grabs Chase's arm. She pulls them onto the sidewalk.

When they get to the end of the street, there are no cars in the driveway, but the lights inside are on. Sloane knocks on the door as Chase stands behind her. No one answers.

"Try again. My arms are aching," Chase says to Sloane.

Sloane knocks again, harder this time. In a matter of seconds, Caitlin opens the door in her pajamas.

"What are you doing here?" She asks them.

"We need help," Chase says, lifting Bree a little higher.

"Let me guess. You three came from that party down the street."

"Caitlin, please, I need to put her down."

"Come in," Caitlin says stubbornly, "But I'm only doing this for Bree."

Chase sets her down on Caitlin's couch as Sloane looks around Caitlin's living room. There's a messed up blanket under Bree on the couch and Teen Mom is on the TV. A half empty bowl of popcorn sits on the coffee table. Caitlin must have been sitting around alone watching TV, probably trying to ignore the music coming from the party that you can hear from seven houses down. Caitlin watches Chase with her arms over her chest.

"Where are your parents?" Sloane asks carefully. She doesn't think Caitlin is too fond of her.

"They're out for the night, so you two are lucky," Caitlin answers without looking at Sloane. She probably feels uncomfortable, being in her pajamas and obviously had been spending the night alone.

Chase bends down on the floor near Bree, "Caitlin, can you get a damp wash cloth?"

"Yeah," Caitlin says and leaves the room into the kitchen.

"Has this happened before?" Sloane asks Chase, surprised.

"No way."

"Then how do you know- nevermind. Genius."

"Yup," he answers without looking at her.

"Here you go," Caitlin reenters the room and hands a warm wash cloth to Chase. She also got a glass of water for Bree, and put it on the coffee table.

"Thanks." He begins lightly putting it on Bree's cheek, then the other, followed by her forehead. He repeats it again, and she finally wakes up after the awkward silence.

Bree smiles at Chase after opening her eyes, "Hey, Chase." She looks at Caitlin. "Why are we at Caitlin's house?" She looks back to Chase.

"Because you're wasted," Sloane says from behind Chase.

"Drink this," Chase hands her the glass of water. Bree takes it from him and starts gulping it down. A couple more glasses of water later, Bree has sobered up enough to walk home with them. It's about ten blocks, but there's no way she'll be super speeding them back. She'll most likely bump into something or forget how to get home and get lost.

"Thanks, Caitlin, really," Bree says as they're leaving. "And sorry I was mean earlier," she says, a little afraid of what Sloane will think.

"I forgive you," Caitlin says hesitantly.

"I would invite you over," Bree almost slurs, "But I'm grounded."

Caitlin nods. Chase grabs Bree's arm and puts it over his shoulders to make sure she doesn't fall or anything on the way home. He puts his left arm around her waist. "Thanks again, Caitlin," he says before she closes the door after them.

"That was kind of awkward," Chase says once they're on the sidewalk.

"No kidding," Sloane says. "Not to mention she hates me."

"What are you talking about?"

"I think she does too," Bree says.

"She probably thinks I'm a friend stealer."

"Whatever. Who cares?" Bree says half out of it.

"I don't think she hates you though," Chase says and looks at Sloane, "How could anyone hate you?"

"Oh, please," Sloane says and looks away. You should hate me after what I did. Twice. Sloane thinks to herself but doesn't say anything.

In a spark of bravery, Chase grabs Sloane's hand and intertwines his fingers with hers. Sloane looks at him right away and smiles. Bree doesn't even notice.

When they get home, it seems that everyone is asleep. The only light that appears to be on is the porch light. To make sure, they go in through the back door. Bree isn't quite sober enough to pass through.

"Alright, well, see ya in the morning ," Chase whispers to Sloane, still with Bree's arm around him.

"Do you want help getting her in her capsule?" She whispers back.

"No, I think I've got it," Chase looks in Sloane's eyes in the dim light. He badly wants to give her a quick kiss before the night is over, but totally decides against it with Bree slung over him.

"Goodnight then."

"Goodnight, Sloane," Bree lets go of Chase to give Sloane a hug. After Sloane hugs her back, she puts her arm back around Chase's neck.

"Night," Chase nods and heads towards the elevator. Sloane goes up to her room without running into anybody.

Chase pulls Bree along to her capsule and Adam is already fast asleep. Chase gets in his own capsule but can't fall asleep. He's thinking about Sloane, their kiss, and how she keeps acting mean randomly. And lastly, how are they going to tell everyone?

Notes: Hey, it's Leia. I'm glad you guys are liking my fanfic :) I really appreciate the reviews. I'm so sorry it's been a while since I posted, I thought I had added this, but I guess I forgot to actually add it from the doc manager to the story. I'm SO SORRY! But now you have this, and the next chapter at once. I added both, so I hope you enjoy that :) Let me know what you think