I slam my apartment door and admittedly sink down to the floor and cry. I look around and see the picture of Austin and me and walk across the room and throw it as hard as I can against the opposite wall. "Fuck!" I scream. I wipe my tears and go to the kitchen and pull a bottle of vodka out of the cabinet, I stumble to unscrew the bottle. Once I get open I swing it back and take one, two, three gulps. I pull it away from my mouth and stumble to the bathroom. I wiped away my makeup and pin my hair back. I peeled off my clothes and pulled on a shirt I found in my hamper. I grabbed my bottle and walked back into my living room. I laid down in my living room and sipped the bottle till all the pain was numbed away. Then I curled up into a ball and fell asleep.

[Break][Break][Break]

I woke up with a pounding headache, I knew that drinking straight vodka wasn't the best idea, I also knew I had nothing else to lose. I sat up and looked around, there was a hole in my wall and a picture stuck in it. I sighed and crawled to the bedroom. It was my day off, time to watch SpongeBob and eat ice-cream. I crawled into bed and nuzzled into the sheets, I would have fallen back asleep if my phone hadn't buzzed. I never take it anywhere so when I checked it I had like forty messages, each one from Austin.

Ally did you change your number?

I'm having a party you should come. It's at the Tiger at 9:00.

Just wanted you to know.

"Fuck off," I say to no in particular. I roll over and stare at the wall. "Fuck me!" I stand up and check the time it's eleven o'clock in the morning. I go to the bathroom and take a long, shower. I do my makeup and pull on a band shirt and pair of cut off jeans. I grab my keys and walk to the door. I reach for the handle but stop, I walk over to my picture and pull out the picture and drop it on the floor. Then I left, I went to the tattoo parlor down the street. I pulled open and immediately I greet my tattoo artist, Jay.

"Hey Ally, what can I do for you today?"

"Can I get 'I remember' on my left wrist?"

"Ya sure, go sit in the chair."

I wait for a few moments and then he comes back with a few sketches. And twenty minutes later I had 'I remember' on one wrist and 'A.D.' on the other.

[Break]

I haven't been to the club the party was at, I wasn't looking forward to going to a club that is filled to the rim with snobby wannabes. I made sure I wore something that made me stand out. So I wore a black sleeveless slip so my tattoos would show, with platforms and dark makeup. Fuck you Austin. The line into the club was down the street; I went to the back and lit a cigarette. What if my dad saw me now?

I laughed at the thought, maybe he wouldn't recognize me, the sides of the clubs were shaking with the vibrations of music, it's ironic that I work in all day club and I go a club the next day. The line had two men with clipboards asking names, one nodded towards me, "Ally Dawson." I cringed at my name, "You're on the V.I.P. list. Come with me."

He started walking toward the entrance, I quickly followed behind him, he let me through and led me to the stairs, "It's up there, bye."

I gazed at him as he walked away, then I ascended the stairs to the second floor. There was a group of people standing around with their backs to me, I saw Austin's head pop up and gestured to the people around him. They all turned and I knew that I was about to face a lot of faces.

"Surprise!"

Trish, Dez, Austin, those were the first people I saw then a bunch of other people that were most likely hired.

"What the fuck!" I yelled.

I saw each of their faces fall, "Ally?" Trish asked taking a few steps forward as I took s few back.

I looked at Austin, "What the fuck did I come here for?"

Trish looked close to tears, as well as Austin. Dez looked at me with an understanding he cleared his throat and look at Trish.

"I'm leaving," I say quickly, I turn and go down the steps as quickly as I can then dart to the bar. I slam my hand on the bar twice and a small red head comes running over,

"What can I get you?" she squeaks, I smile a little.

"A whiskey, straight whiskey."

She rushes away and makes my drink; I place my head in my hands and wait. I hear someone slide in the seat next to me, "Go the fuck away Austin."

"It's not Austin," I hear a familiar voice say.

I look up and see the red head that I have come to love as a brother, I smile, "Hi Dez."

"Hi Allycat," he smiled. I study his face for a moment.

"Why aren't you silently judging me?"

"Because how hard it was for you. You needed to change, I get it. I got tattoos too you know."

My eyes widened and looked down at my own, he pulled up his sleeve and he had words wrapping around his arms, I looked closer and they were words to a song I wrote. I ghost smile appeared on my lips, "Never thought you would get a tattoo."

"That makes two of us Ms. Dawson."

I laughed, the little red head came running back over and handed me my drink, "I'll take whatever she's having."

I took a sip; the whiskey burned my throat and made me gag. "God that's just as bad as the first time I had it."

Dez chuckled, "God I remember when we stole a bottle of Crown from my dad's liquor cabinet and we took it on a camping trip and when we woke up the next morning Austin was stuck in a tree."

I laughed, remembering when we went camping, "And Trish was asleep in the RV and when she woke up she found you in bed with her and she started screaming."

"Remember when we got drunk the next night and we threw a flaming stack at a bush and it set on fire and we tried to put it out with vodka, and then Austin beat it with a stick."

We both started cracking up, I had tears running down my face, "What happened?"

I asked suddenly, he looked at me and sighed, "I wish I knew."

I sighed too, the girl handed Dez his drink and we looked at each other, he raised his glass, "To the good days."

"To the good days," I raised mine and we drank the whole thing. "You know Dez, you have a serious side to you."

"You tell anyone and I'll be forced to tickle you," he smiled; he enveloped me in a hug and stood, "Ally you should talk to Austin."

I shrugged and turned back to the bar, "Ally?"

"Oh my fucking god! Yes?"

"Whoa, what's up with you?" I turned to find my tattoo artist, I raised my eyebrows.

"Jay?" I said, "Hi Ally."

"Hi Jay," I leaned back in my stool, "Um Ally can I ask you for a dance."

I shrugged, "Sure."

I stood up and took his hand; I lead him into the crowd of dancers. He grabbed me by the waist and I wrapped my hands around his neck, he swayed back and forth. I smiled, he wants to slow dance with me in the middle of a bunch of twerking and grinding couples. I liked it; I rested my cheek against his chest. We swayed back and forth for awhile until I felt two hands grab my shoulders and pull me back, "Who is this Ally?"

"None of your fucking business Austin."

"You never told me you had a boyfriend."

"I don't just a fucking stocker," I mumbled.

"Look I'll talk to you later Ally, I'll let you guys talk," Jay grumbled and walked to the exit."

"Thanks, Austin. Really, thank you!"

"Why are you always so mad at me?" he asked in a small voice.

I felt my anger dissolves a little. "You want to talk don't you?"

"Yes."

"Okay let's talk," I saw his face light up and we lead me to the back, "What are you going to rape me?"

He laughed, "No I just left my car back here." He opened the door and I walked out. A silver Jaguar sat parked, gleaming in the moonlight. I shook my head, Of course, he has Jaguar. He opened the door yet again for me, I slid in and let out a heavy sigh, "Here we go."

"Where?"

"Your house Austin."

"Why not yours?"

"I don't want you to know where I live."

"Oh," he started the car and took off into the darkness.