A/N: Dedicated to @elitegamer136 for being the first comment.

"Sierra, I'm going to be late to my own party," Marky called up the downstairs to me.

I muttered under my breath, "Party's not the right word." But I came walking down the stairs fixing my earring while doing so.

He looked up at me with a smiled, "You look nice."

I made a little 'pshh' sound. "Marky," I told him, "this is not the type of party I thought we were talking about. I figured there'd be more drinking and less fancy dresses."

I made a gesture to what I was wearing. It was white top and black on the bottom. It was tight fitting, but not too revealing. Very business chique, which didn't make sense to me because I had no real business being at Marky's 'movie shooting's finally over and I'm back home' party besides the fact that I wass his best friend and make shift date. According to him it's hard to date when every girl's drooling over you.

He rolled his eyes, "Let's just go. I promise a real party later, didn't I?"

"Uh-huh, and where is this party?" I asked supiciously.

"Mickey's."

I grinned, "You know that's going to be good."

Mickey was one of our other best friends. And my corrupter. I used to be pretty innonce before him. I think Marky still holds a garudge about that.

He took my hand and went into his garage to get in the car. We left for the cliche rooftop party at some hotel a town over. Once Marky had managed to drag me upstairs and forced me to mingle an hour had already passed by.

"How long do we have to stay here?" I whispered to him.

"Just a few more minutes then we can bail," he whispered back.

I nodded. In reality we left an hour later and got to Mickey's party after we finished changing. Marky ditched his sunglasses and baseball cap. All these guys knew him. There was no reason to fangirl.

"Mickey!" I called and he ran over to give me a hug, "What's up?"

"A beautiful girl just came to my party," he winked at me and I giggled.

Yes, I giggled. If there's one thing Mickey's good at it's flirting. He even had the look for it.

His brown hair fell in front of his face every few minutes causing him to have to flip it away. He was tan and muscular. He had nice green eyes. You could just tell he was a player.

Marky rolled his eyes, "Enough of that. Sierra, want anything to drink?"

"Anything you bring's fine," I shrugged and turned back to Mickey, "There's a girl eyeing you from the corner with her friends."

He didn't even glance back. "I know. Why do you think I'm talking to you for so long?"

I scowled, "I assumed it's because you're my friend."

He smirked, "That and I'm baiting the blonde."

"Whatever, Mickey," I mumbled before heading to the kitchen to get some Jungle Juice.

Marky caught me at my third cup. "Whoa," he stole the glass from me and set it down on the kitchen counter, "We've been here a total of thirty minutes and you're already hammered. That's a record even for you." He laughed, but stopped when he noticed me looking across the room at Mickey making out with the blonde.

Marky sighed. I felt his hand  on my shoulder lightly. I tilted my head back to find Marky's hand and a broad smile. He nodded his head upstairs, "I'm grabbing food, get your butt upstairs."

"Do you trust me getting up there alone?" I mocked his need to babysit me.

"I don't trust you at all. Now go," he grinned and walked to the kitchen.

I sighed and pushed through the crowded party to make my way up the stairs. I tripped between couples hooking up on the staircase and found Mickey underneath a girl on the top step. I let out a low whistle and kicked my foot onto his butt. The couple slide down the stairs and crashed at the end. I giggled for a second, but quickly ran into the guest bedroom. I had a few supplies in here for the nights Marky and I spent hiding from the pappiratizz at Mickey's house. He's a dog, but he can be great at times.

I shut the door tight and walked over to the closet. I took what was meant to be a quick look in my full length mirror, but ending up staring at myself. I looked horrible. My hair was a wreck from my drunk dancing. My clothes were disheveled and my makeup was smeared around eyes. How could someone be this messed up?

I looked away and made my way into the walk in closet. I found my sweat pants in the very back and stripped off my jeans. The sweat pants felt so comfortable that I was almost happy to be missing out on this party. I grabbed a random T-shirt and pulled that on too. I removed my make-up, threw my hair into a ponytail, and then laid down on my bed to wait for Marky.

He was taking a while so I started to toss my pillow up and down. I sang a tune to myself and started to get antsy. What the hell was taking him so long? Did he fly to Mars for that food? I think not. If he did he should've let me give him the proper goodbye kiss. Stupid kid.

I sat up, prepare to march downstairs and find him, but instead saw him staring at me with a mountain of food. I narrowed my eyes at him. He ignored me and sat himself, along with the food, down on my bed.

"You didn't want to tell me you were here?"

"Nope," he said stealing a slice of pizza and making himself comfortable.

I took a slice also and sprinkled it with M&Ms. He made a face and I knew where this was going. "What?"

He wrinkled his nose, "That is the grossest thing I've ever seen."

"Doubt it," I shrugged, "And you've seen me do it plenty of times."

"It keeps getting worse," he laughed.

I yawned, "Let's watch a movie."

"Can I pick this time?"

"Are you going to pick a horror movie?" he shook his head, "Then no."

"You always end up falling asleep half way through and I have to stay up a watch the scary stuff," he complained.

"You sound like a five year old girl," I beamed at him and got up to walk to the DVD wall.
"What. Ever," he said sarcastically.

I pulled out 'Saw 2' and stuck it in the flat screen. I walked back to the bed and sprawled out next to Marky. He had cleared off the food. I noticed he took off his shoes, but not the socks as always. He looked ridiculous, yet oddly attractive.

Marky was right within the first half hour of the movie I fell asleep and to my knowledge he hadn't. Poor guy. I seriously mess with his mind.

A/N: Aw, isn't Marky so cute. Mickey's such a dog. Tell me what you think. Comment, vote, and fan!