I slept our entire way back to LA.

I was stirred awake once we were finally back in our driveway by Abel, who looked exhausted from driving the last two hours.

"What time is it?" I grumbled, glancing out the window at the dark night sky. It wasn't much different from the skies back in Vegas, except you could actually see the occasional star here and there.

"It's seven-" He broke off, turning his head back to look at the clock beside the radio, "It's seven-thirty." I yawned, sitting up so I was able to see Oliver passed out against the passengers side window.

"I don't want to move." I mumbled, stretching. He laughed, cutting the engine and leaning back against his seat.

"I don't either. But if you sleep any longer, you won't be able to sleep tonight." He replied. I felt my face scrunch up in disgust at his words.

"That sounds like something Mom and Dad would say to me." He chuckled, opening the door and shaking his head after a second.

"I can assure you, Liv, that I can say a lot of things to you that you would never want to hear from your parents." I felt warmth start to spread through my cheeks as he reached back into the car and shook Oliver awake.

After a second of hesitation, I slipped out of the car and joined Abel outside of it, smiling. He returned it, reaching over and pulling me toward him before kissing me.

"Don't blush, Liv. It doesn't suit you." He brushed a strand of my hair out of my eyes and grinned, "You make everyone think you're such a good girl, babe. But you're far from it." I shook my head at him, pulling back.

"Stop." I whispered, but it only added to his amusement.

"Why? Are you getting tur-"

"I already feel like shit. Can you two please save that for the bedroom?" Oliver groaned, laying his head on top of the cold exterior of the car.

My brother mumbled under his breath as he made his way up the driveway, not even stopping to get his stuff out of the Volvo. He looked terrible, even from a distance.

"Hangovers suck." Abel muttered, sighing as he slipped his arm around my waist again. I laid my head against his chest, nodding in agreement.

"They do."

*

My parents bombarded us with questions the second they saw my pale twin walk through the door and rush to the bathroom to throw up.

"We told you not to drink, and what did you do?" Dad shouted, "You drank." Abel and I sat on the loveseat across from them in silence, my head bowing more and more in shame as they went on.

"And you, this is all your fault!" My mom pointed at Abel, "My baby boy wouldn't have ever touched a bottle if it weren't for you." I flew up, feeling Abel's arm tighten around my wrist.

"That's bullshit!" I snapped, seeing Jeremy wince in the kitchen out of the corner of my eye, "Abel did absolutely nothing that forced Oliver's hand. For your information, the first beer Abel ever had was from your perfect baby boy." I could see Abel shaking his head behind me, desperation in his eyes as he tried to pull me back down.

"Don't you dare raise your voice at me, Olivia!" Mom growled, "We're only trying to be the best parents we can be, sweetheart. But it's hard when that boy barely graduated high school. He can barely speak when talked to, why?" I shook my head at my mom, turning around to face Abel.

"Let's just go to my room." I whispered, tugging at his hand. He paused for a second before standing up.

"I think I better leave, Liv." He kissed me gently before pulling himself away and walking toward the door.

"No, Abel." I grabbed his wrist, "I. . . you'll call me when you get home, right?" I was afraid for him to go home, I was terrified his parents would make up for the time they had lost while he was in Vegas.

"Of course, babe." He gently pried my fingers from his wrist and kissed them, "Dream of me." He said it so quietly I was positive my parents hadn't heard it. He disappeared out the door a second later, letting it shut quietly behind him.

"What was that?" Dad asked.

"What?" I tried to play innocent.

"You and him. Are you two dating?" I reached up to cover my face so I didn't have to see the look on their faces.

"It doesn't matter, I-"

"Olivia, it does. Are you with him?" Dad stood up and tried to grab my arm, but I ripped it away.

"Why does it even matter to you? All you're going to do is sit here and put him down." I responded, glaring at both of my red faced parents. It was Mom, standing a few feet behind Dad, that finally spoke up.

"Do you love him?" She questioned. I stared down at my hand, my head moving slowly.

"Yeah, Mom. I do love him."

**

I was sitting in the middle of my bed with my college acceptance letters laid out in front of me when Oliver walked into my room.

He looked a lot better then he had a few hours ago. The color had returned to his cheeks and he wasn't hunched over, holding his stomach. He had thrown his old Star Wars Yoda shirt and a pair of basketball shorts, even his hair looked as if it belonged on a ten year old version of him.

"You okay?" He asked, sitting on the bed beside me. I shrugged, looking down at the papers in front of us.

"I guess." I mumbled.

"I heard the fight earlier. Just. . . I think Jeremy said something to them they didn't like. I think he asked why they weren't here very often." I felt my eyes widen as I turned to my brother, my mouth open.

"Yeah." He said, seeing my expression. "So just try not to take it personal. How's Abe doing?" I picked up my phone, looking at the two unanswered texts I had sent Abel.

"I don't know. I'm just. . . I'm worried." I admitted, "What if they hurt him really bad, Oli?" My brother touched my shoulder gently before pulling me into a hug.

"He's going to be fine, Liv It's Abel." I nodded, wanting to believe he was right. He looked down after a minute, his eyes roaming all four of the acceptance letters in front of me.

"Where'd you decide on?" He asked. I shook my head, letting my hand brush on top of all of them.

"I don't know, Oli. I. . . I want to be here for Jeremy and Abel if they need me, if they-"

"Sis, Jeremy's going to be fine. He's almost twelve and he knows we're here if he needs us. Abel, well you can just drag him along with you wherever you go." I shut my eyes, swallowing my worry as best as I could.

"What if doesn't want to come?" I questioned, "What if he wants to go with you to UCLA with you?" My brother laughed at the question, as if it were ridiculous.

"Livvy, I'm sure Abel would much rather sit and irritate the crap out of you and Lena instead of have a big Sausage fest with me and our other roommates." I laughed, nudging Oliver with my elbow.

"Thanks." I said.

"Don't mention it, Liv." He stood up, ruffling my hair, "Try to get some sleep. I'm sure Abel has a big day planned for us tomorrow." I smiled, letting it stay on my face until he was out of the room. I laid down on my bed and stared up at the ceiling as my hand brushed against one of the letters and I brought it to my face to see what it was.

"Stanford." I breathed out, smiling a little, "I guess I'll be seeing you soon, yeah?" I set the welcome packet on the nightstand before cleaning up the rest of them and sliding them into my drawer.

I jumped in surprise when my phone buzzed in my pocket. I pulled it out, feeling relief rush through me at Abel's answer to my texts.

I'm fine, Liv. Get some sleep

I set my phone on the nightstand before changing quickly and laying back down on my bed, looking at my Titanic poster on the wall across my room. After a second of staring at it with stinging eyes, I rolled over to look out my window, feeling my fingers cross under the blanket.

"Don't let him get hurt," I said out loud, hugging my old bear against my chest, "Please don't let them hurt him."

***AN***

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