I woke up in bed beside Abel.

I sat up after a few seconds, glancing around us. We were in a hotel room, the duffel bags unpacked so the clothes were scattered around the room. It looked a little too much like Oliver's bedroom for comfort.

"Well, look who's finally up." Oliver joked, slipping through the cracked door with a cup of coffee in his hand.

"That's for me, right?" I asked, hopeful. He shook his head, but I reached over and took it from him anyway, smiling.

"Can you two be quiet?" Abel groaned, "I need my sleep." Oliver laughed while I reached behind me and tapped his cheek.

"Sure you do, Abe. Because you need a lot of beauty sleep if you're going to look as great as we do." He snorted, burying his face in his pillow.

"Abel, it's noon." Oliver reached over and flicked him in the head, "You need to get up."

"If we're going to be out all night, I need my fucking sleep, Oli. Go get breakfast or something." Abel nudged me off the bed slowly with his foot, hiding his face in the pillow so we couldn't see his expression. I nodded, heading toward the bathroom.

"You okay with that?" I asked my brother. He nodded, gesturing for me to continue toward the bathroom.

"Sure, I'll be waiting out here."

*

"You think he's awake by now, right?" I asked my brother, finally calming down. He shrugged, the grin from our conversation a few minutes ago still plastered on his face.

"Who knows? He once slept for twenty-four hours straight, Liv. He can do anything." I laughed a little at his words, shaking my head as he unlocked the door with his key card. We found Abel standing in front of the bed, smoothing out a gray v-neck that clung to his wet body.

"Dude, we're going to a club, not a wedding." Oliver sent his best friend a joking look as I shut the door behind us.

"A guy's got to look good at a club, bro. You should know that." Abel turned his attention from my brother to me, flashing me a crooked grin.

He really did look a little too dressed up to be going to a club. His usual messy, dirty blonde hair was slicked back against his head, making his emerald eyes shine when the light hit them. The v-neck he was wearing looked a little small around his biceps, causing my eyes to immediately fall on them almost immediately.

"Liv, stop eye-raping Abel and go get dressed. We've got to get there before Rich's shift changes." Oliver said from across the room, peeling his own black shirt from his body and replacing it with a white one.

"I wasn't-" Oliver shot me a look, completely shutting me up.

"It's okay, Livvy." Abel brushed his hand against my cheeks as I walked by, "If I was going to be eye-raped by anyone, I'm glad it's you."

*

"Liv." Oliver groaned from the other side of the door, "Are you almost done in there, you've been in there like an hour and I've really got to piss." I sighed, setting my mascara back in my make-up back and staring at my reflection in the mirror.

My mom hadn't ever been around enough to teach me how to use make-up, considering she was traveling around the world with her fashion shows constantly. It had been Lena that taught me how to use it, how given me makeovers all the time, and sometimes still did. But staring in the mirror now, I could see that I was no where as good at applying it as she was.

I had put too much mascara on, which only resulted in me praying to God I didn't cry tonight. My lipstick was so dark that it would have washed out my face if their wasn't so much blush on it. I looked as if I had just let a six year old give me a makeover.

"I'm coming in." Oliver threw the door open, mumbling something under his breath, before looking up and stopping dead in his tracks, his mouth hanging open.

"What did you do to your face?" He asked.

"I know, it looks like crap and-"

"No, no, Liv. You don't look like crap, you look. . . hot." I lifted my head, surprised, "Not that you weren't pretty before. It's just. . . this just sounds really weird coming out of my mouth. Go ask Abel what he thinks." He shoved me out of the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind me so I was stuck in the room with Abel.

"I was thinking we could stop at CVS before hand and get. . . you know, protection and everything. What do you think?" Abel questioned without turning around to face me, unplugging his phone from it's charger.

"Sounds good to me." I muttered, tucking a strand of my curled hair behind my ear. I walked over and grabbed my heels from the ground beside Abel, hoping he couldn't see how red my cheeks were.

"Are you wearing make-up? Without Lena forcing you too?" Abel chuckled, "Damn, you are!"

I looked up, sending him a dirty look. This only seemed to add to his amusement because his eyes started to glisten even more when he saw my made up face.

"Beauty is what's on the inside, not the outside." I replied automatically, my voice almost robotic.

Why was I so nervous?

"Yeah, yeah." Abel reached over and took one of my curls in his hand, staring down at it, "You can feed me all that feminist crap, but you look pretty hot right now, Liv." I blushed even more, pulling away so I could slip into my black heels. I tried to pull down the bottom of my dress, but it laid a little lower then my thighs, not budging.

"Abel." I breathed out, finally feeling myself give in, "Can we talk?" He leaned back on the bed, his palms flat against the white sheets as he let his eyes roam over my body again.

"I'm listening." He mumbled.

"I think that I might like-"

"You guys ready to go?" Oliver said enthusiastically, rubbing his hands together like some sort of evil scientist.

"We'll talk later." Abel whispered before whirling around and facing Oliver with a grin.

"Definitely. Let's get out of this hellhole!"

*

I stood nervously behind Abel, staring down at the fake ID in my hand. Abel had found of the pictures where I could actually pass as if I were twenty-one, it had been at Lena's birthday a few months ago.

It wasn't until we were at the front of the line and Abel took my ID from my hands that I felt the reality of everything set in.

We were using fake ID's to get into a club, if we got caught, not only would we get in a huge load of trouble, but the club would as well.

"Abe. . ." I started, grabbing at his arm. He waved me off, still talking to Rich.

"Thanks man! We owe you!" Abel called over his shoulder once we were walking into the building, my hand digging into his arm. I dropped both hands to my sides once we had walked into the place.

The bright, flashing lights dulled after a second and revealed a crowded floor of people dancing and grinding against each other, some looking ready to tear each others clothes off right there.

"I'm going to go find me a beautiful lady." Oliver said before saluting it and walking off, messing his hair up a little.

"You want a drink?" Abel whispered in my ear so I could hear him over the music. I shrugged, not knowing what to say. He laughed after a second and led me toward the bar, winking at the beautiful girl behind it.

"Hey, there, beautiful." He leaned over the counter and flashed her a flirtatious smile, "You think you could get me and my girl a couple drinks?" The woman leaned over and touched Abel's cheek.

"Wish I could, kiddo. But your girl isn't old enough." She responded.

"Bullshit, she's twenty-one." Abel actually looked flustered.

"Honey, I've been exactly where you are and I don't want to lose my job for serving underage kids." She ran a hand through her long blonde hair, offering Abel a sad smile.

"Fine, just give it to me then and I'll give mine to her. Then you don't lose your job and we're all happy." She sent me a look, frowning.

"What about you, darling? Do you even want a drink or is the boy talking you into it?" I shook my head, glancing over at Abel.

"I wanted the drink. He's. . . it's not like that." She gave Abel and me a long look before she shook her head and turned around to get our drinks ready.

Once they were done, she pushed the drinks toward Abel and held her hands up in surrender. Abel took one of the cups and held it out toward me.

"Here, Lightweight." He said. I took it, trying to ignore Abel's eyes on me as I took a sip. I felt my eyebrows furrow at the taste of it.

"It's Sprite." I could feel a smile stretching across my face. He took the cup and drank from it, frowning himself.

"It's mixed. She mellowed it out for you." He tasted his own before nodding. "Definitely mellowed it out." I didn't feel the effects of the alcohol start to kick in until after we'd had another glass and walked toward the crowd of people. Abel stopped, pulling me toward him and laughing when I gasped at our closeness.

"It's okay, Livvy." He breathed against my ear, his lips brushing against my neck, "It's just me, babe." I felt a shudder run through my body as his hands slid down my waist.

"Tell me if you want me to stop." He whispered, his lips closing in on my neck again. I leaned into him, burying my face against his shoulder. But that was the problem.

I didn't want him to stop. 

***AN***

Hope you guys enjoyed! 

I'm going to give you a fair warning now. The next couple chapters will contain STRONG LANGUAGE, MENTIONS OF NUDITY, AND MATURE CONTENT IN GENERAL. If you don't like it, I will also be writing a chapter without the graphic scenes. 

Let me know if you guys want the graphic scenes or not, actually. 

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~ChasingMadness24