Christina POV

"Alright so do you get the basic rules of how to play?" Nick asked me as everyone was situated around the table. They had decided to play a game of Flip Cup instead of Kings since no one could find a pack of cards. Nick had handed me another drink, even though I would be having the one in the game too. I knew it probably wouldn't be a good idea since I'd never been drunk before, but I took it from his hands and took a drink anyway.

"Yeah I got it." I said as I took a sip. I just wanted to finally have a normal teenage life. I wanted to go out and party with friends on the weekends and talk about what happened over the weekend at school. I wanted to be able to actually make close friends and be able to stay in one place for more than 6 months. I didn't want to be a military brat anymore. So with that, I took a much bigger drink as I joined in on the game going on.

"You look hot Christina." Nick told me as he placed his hand on my thigh. He looked at me through his green eyes as I looked back to him. He scooted closer to me so that our legs were touching. He took his hand and wiped a strand of loose hair away from my face and tucked it behind my ear as I shifted nervously. He put his hand on my chin as he leaned forward and kissed me. At first I was shocked and I didn't react.

"Dude Phoebe just made out with Brooke in the kitchen! They went upstairs! 20 bucks says their doing it!" Someone announced as they came in the dining room and joined the game. I pulled away from Nick as I turned and looked at the guy that just sat down.

"They were all over each other!" He said again as I felt a pang of hurt run through my body. I don't know why I all of a sudden got jealous. My body started to become warm and my heart rate increased at the thought of Phoebe and that girl. Dancing, touching, kissing, and now, apparently fucking. I felt angry and I didn't know why.

With that I turned back to Nick as I kissed him again. I kissed him deeply as I tried everything in me to forget about Phoebe kissing that girl. Nick deepened the kiss as our tongues intertwined and he put his hand behind my neck, pulling me closer.

I woke up by the pounding of my head. It felt like a construction site was inside my head with the constant pounding. I felt a body next to me as I was confused. The last thing I remember Nick trying to get me to leave with him last night. "Please don't let it be what I think it is. I can't let my first time be like that." I told myself as I was scared that I would be in bed with Nick. I opened my eyes as I found myself even more confused, but also relieved. I found myself cuddled in none other than Phoebe's side. My face was in the crook of her neck as I had my right arm across her stomach and she had hers wrapped me. She was still asleep, her face peaceful as she breathed in and out. The steady beat of her heart was comforting as I continued to lay in her arms.

How I ended up in Phoebe's bed was beyond me, but I wasn't complaining. I was afraid that I would wake up beside Nick, events of last night evident. But, I wasn't. I was in bed with my sister. In the bed with my sister, cuddled up to her. That thought continued to run through my head. Something about last night was also in my head. I didn't understand why I had felt the emotions that ran through my body. I was upset, mad, confused, and honestly, I was jealous. I don't know what I was jealous of though. The fact that Phoebe had found someone and I didn't? But that couldn't be it. Nick was with me. Sure a lot had happened between him, Phoebe and me but we had settled it. Nick and Phoebe were broken up and Nick still relentlessly chased me. Last night, I think I just gave in. I mean, he was an attractive guy, all the girls in school were after him and he was giving me his attention. But I don't think I could ever be anything serious with Nick. He wasn't my type.

My thoughts were interrupted by the movement of the older girl beside me. I watched her as her face turned into a frown. She turned her head the other way and back again as if fighting off a bad dream. I continued to watch her as her face lost its frown. I was thrown off guard a little when she tightened her grip around me though. She hugged me closely as she placed her chin on top of my head. I laid there silently, not moving, as I felt the older girl hold me. It felt nice. It felt nice being in someone arm's like this, the cuddling.

I glanced down at the clock which was on Phoebe's desk as it read 10:07 a.m. I continued to lay still as I listened to Phoebe's heartbeat and how mine seemed to match its rhythm. I knew that we had to get up soon and get the house fixed up as fast as possible. The Admiral and Helen said they would be back at noon today, so that they wouldn't miss Phoebe's soccer game at 2. Since I'm on the cheerleading squad, I would have to be there too and cheer on the girls' Varsity soccer team. I yawned as I scooted closer to Phoebe and the warmth she was giving off, as the crisp October air had made the house chilly. I had my head on her chest as my face was once again in her neck as my fingers played with the loose part of her t-shirt on her ribs. I shut my eyes as my breathed in Phoebe's scent as I began to dose off again.

"EVERYONE FALL IN RIGHT NOW!" I quickly sat forward in the bed as I heard Dad's Coast Guard whistle blow throughout the house. Phoebe was wide awake now, sitting beside me in her bed as we both looked at each other.

"Fuck. We're so dead." She said as she got up and walked away from the bed. She walked over to the mirror as she started to fix her hair into a pony tail. I sat on the edge of her bed as I felt my stomach turning. I placed my head in my hands as my headache had slightly improved, no longer sounding like a construction zone. I felt Phoebe walk across the room as she squatted in front of me, placing her hands on my legs.

"Are you okay? Are you gonna be sick?" I looked up from my hands to be met with a pair of concerned dark brown eyes, staring right back at me. She rubbed her thumb across my knee, trying to soothe me as best she could. I smiled at the warm gesture as I rested my head in my right palm.

"I don't know." I told her as I placed my other hand on my stomach as I heard another yell from downstairs.

"CHRISTINA! PHOEBE! GET DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW!" The Admiral yelled again as I groaned. I really didn't want to deal with the consequences of last night right at the moment. I just wanted to keep cuddling with Phoebe. Wait, what?! I meant to keep sleeping. Why the hell did I just think that? I just wanted to keep sleeping. Phoebe had nothing to do with it.

"I think we better go, are you gonna make it?" Phoebe asked me as we both stood up as she placed her hand on the door knob. She looked over me to see if I was going to be okay as he eyes settled back on mine.

"He's gonna kill me." I told her as I knew that he would be harder on me than the others. His only REAL daughter. He was always more harsh towards me than the other kids. I think after losing mom, it made him realize that I was the closest thing to her and from then on he was very stern and protective of me. It really wasn't fair to be honest. Punishing me more than the other kids, being more serious towards me, it made me grow up fast. I thought of the possible punishments he might make us do, other than the obvious "clean up the house". Thankfully Helen had abolished some of the punishments. Push-ups and burpess were some of the usual forms of punishment the Admiral used.

"I won't let him." Phoebe smirked at me as she opened the door. I followed her down the hallway and to the lighthouse stairs as we made our way to the bottom. The hallway was a wreck. The paintings on the walls were crooked, some had even been leaning against the wall on the floor. Various trash was scattered on the floor, ranging from solo cups to food crumbs. Assuming by how the house looked, no one had cleaned or picked up last night. I looked over the banister to be met with the sight of the others and a very angry Admiral who had his hands on his hips and was walking down the line of kids, looking each one of them in the face. After he passed Dylan, he must have felt my eyes on him because he looked up and caught me watching him. I quickly scooted backward and continued to follow Phoebe.

"We're so dead." I said out loud to myself as we got closer and closer with each step. Phoebe said nothing as we reached the very bottom and were met with 9 sets of eyes turning to look at me and Phoebe, the last to get to fall in. Phoebe was in slightly in front of me with her arms crossed over her chest and her head cocked to the side. I stood behind her, as the Admiral slowly made his way over to us.

He stopped in front Phoebe as the two exchanged glares.

"Here we go…" I thought as Frank began to speak.

"You all are in very big trouble."