"Here we are," Heath parks the truck in the surprisingly empty driveway. I didn't care enough to even wonder where the other's went. In fact, they could be out looking for me right now and I couldn't give a flying fuck.

I grab the beer and walk to the door, waiting for Heath to come and unlock it. We walk in, the house sounding eerily quite since it was deserted. It was creepy, usually there's someone here, but everyone was gone. I set the beer bottles on the kitchen counter and take one out, trying to open it but failing.

Heath laughs at my struggling and I pout, joking around.

"Can you please open it for me," I whine and smile big, hoping it'll convince him.

"Anything for you, Princess," he sighs, pretending to be upset about having to help me. He opens it with ease, embarrassing me a little bit. I'm so weak sometimes.

He hands it to me and I thank him, downing a sip of it and grimacing at the bitterness of it.

Heath cracks open his own bottle, taking a big gulp of it without hesitation.

"You know, the house would be a little bit less lonely feeling if we played some music," I suggest with a little laugh.

"Agreed," He says, holding up one finger and walking down the hallway to turn on some music.

I'll admit, it was a little bit awkward at first considering the fact that Heath and I have only known each other for, like, two days, but we both started to loosen up after the first drink. We didn't do much talking; we were mostly just singing and dancing to the music he put on.

Scotty and the other's were practically blowing up my phone, but after a couple calls I got tired of it and shut off my phone.

As I am finishing my second beer, I plopped onto the living room couch, exhausted and covered in a layer of sweat. Heath follows me after he lowers the music a little bit so we can hear each other. For a couple minutes we just sit there, sipping on our beers in silence.

With every sip I took, it tasted less and less bitter and my head got fuzzier. Heath was probably on his third or fourth beer, I had lost count. Coincidentally we finished ours at the same time and got up to get another. There's where we ran into a little bit of a dilemma. There was one left and two of us. We look at each other and then back at the beer.

"A little friendly competition for the last one?" I suggest, determine to win.

"Sure," Heath agrees. "Arm wrestling?"

"No! That's not fair!" I yell, squeezing his arm muscle. "You'll obviously win."

"Exactly!" Heath jokes, smiling.

"Rock paper scissors?" I shrug.

Heath nods in approval and we play the game. I choose to do scissors and Heath did rock.

"Dammit!" I exclaim, disappointed.

Heath snickers and grabs the beer, opening it and taking a big sip of it.

"Here," he says, handing me the beer. "I'll share with you."

I take a sip of it, smiling to him and thanking him.

"I need a smoke, now," he complains and grabs a pack of cigarettes from the counter.

I follow him outside, not wanting to be alone and sit down next to him in a patio chair. He lights the cigarette and takes a drag from it.

I take a small sip of the beer before placing it on the table. "What's it taste like?" I ask, curious.

"For me it doesn't really taste like much, but if it's your like first time then it would taste like chemicals," he says nonchalant and taking another drag.

"Could I, uh, try?" I ask, a little bit nervous. But the curiosity was killing me. A part of me wondered if I actually wanted to try it or if it was to just spite Scotty.

He looks at me a raises his eyebrows at me, surprised. Sober Heath probably would refuse, but he reluctantly hands it to me. "This is it, though," he says, completely serious. "I don't want you to get addicted to it."

If I'm being completely honest, I thought it was really sweet of him to be so concerned for me.

I take the cigarette from his hand and raise it to my mouth, nervous. Cautiously I inhale it a little bit, coughing when it reaches the back of my throat. It was really bitter and tasted like what you would expect a cigarette would taste like. I cough until it feels like my throat is clear and hand it back to him, shaking my head.

"I think I'll just stick to beer," I joke, voice raspy. I take a big sip of the beer to clear the after taste out of my mouth.

"I'm glad you don't like it," Heath mumbles under his breath and I barley catch it.

Suddenly I heard a couple cars pull into the driveway and shut off, locking.

That meant Scotty was home, and now my life will probably be over. Sober me would have totally panicked, but drunk me couldn't care less about what Scott thought. He bursts through the gate, into the yard, more pissed then I have ever seen him.

"Kheagan Marie Sire!" Here we go again. I roll my eyes at him.

"Where the fuck were you?" He demands, stalking over to me. Zane, Toddy and three unfamiliar girls walk into the yard, their expressions unreadable.

"Heath and I just went to the store, not that you give a fuck, though," I mutter the last part but he heard it anyways.

"Why wouldn't I care?" He asks, voice still at a yelling tone.

I almost laugh in his face when he says that. "Why wouldn't you care? Why do you think? You assholes were all talking shit about me when I came home," I raised my voice, standing up out of my chair.

"What the fuck are you talking about, Kheagan?" Scott lowers his voice and sounds confused. "We weren't talking shit about you. We were talking about bringing our friends to meet you as a surprise. That's why we stopped talking when you walked in," he explains.

I unclench my fists and feel myself getting flustered. "Oh," was all I could think of to say to it.

"Are you fucking drunk, again?" Scotty sighs, looking disappointed in me. "And I hope that's not smoke I smell in your breath."

Heath and I look at each other, worried and I could tell we were both unsure of what to say.

"Did you two...?" Scotty trails off, becoming protective again.

"No!" we both say at the same time. I could feel my face growing hot at the suggestion.

"Why the fuck would you let her drink, Heath?" Scotty asks, a little more at ease now.

"I can't force her not to," he points out. "Sorry man."

"Let's go inside now," Scotty says. "We'll talk about this later."