‘Hey, bro chuck me another beer’, I shouted, not taking my eyes off of the TV as I played GTA: Vice City, in other words Grand Theft Auto: Vice City.

‘Man, does your sister ever take a break?’ asked Jason, my brother’s best friend.

‘She rules at that game, man’, Sean, my brother, answered, bringing in another Crownie and placing it beside me.

‘I’m talking about the many beers’, Jason laughed as Sean just shook his head.

‘She’ll keep going till she pukes’, Sean answered as Jason just nodded and laughed, sitting on the couch behind me, as I concentrated on the game.

‘Go, Go, GO!’ I shouted, willing the car to go faster, I was running out of time. ‘Shit!’ I exclaimed as the timer ran out just before I reached my destination.

‘I thought you said she rocked at this game?’ Jason laughed getting up and away from the livid girl on the floor who just skulled half her beer in rage.

‘She’s getting tipsy man, it’s the only time she starts to lose’, Sean laughed.

‘Gah, I give up’, I shouted, lightly throwing the controller at the space in front of the TV cabinet.

‘Aw, but you were going so well’, Sean pointed out sarcastically as I just tilted my head at him.

‘Ha, ha’, I laughed heading into the kitchen. ‘Sean, how many beers have you had?’

‘To many, so no!’ he shouted into the kitchen.

‘I love you too’, I muttered sarcastically grabbing the phone off the hook and dialling one before pressing the green button.

‘Hello?’ came the voice of a female.

‘Hey Sarah, any local parties going on tonight?’ I asked her as she just laughed.

‘Yeah, there’s one actually happening across the street from you’, Sarah sighed.

‘Really, how come I haven’t heard if it yet?’ I asked her.

‘Because they only just moved in’, Saran laughed.

‘Oh, right, are you going then?’ I asked her.

‘Yeah, I’ll be there later on tonight, the guys are going to swing passed and pick me up’, Sarah supplied.

‘Ok, cool, I’ll see you there, love you, bye’, I smiled before hanging up.

‘Looks like you’ve got the place to yourselves guys’, I smiled walking back into the lounge room.

‘And why is that?’ asked Sean.

‘Me and the guys are going to a party tonight’; I smiled as he just laughed.

‘It looks like you’ve already been to one’, Jason laughed as I glared at him.

‘Shut it, you’, I pointed at him before walking over and sitting on the couch.

‘So where is this party?’ Sean asked as Jason took a seat beside me on the couch so that Sean was left with the recliner.

‘Across the street’, I yawned placing a pillow on Jason’s lap and rested my head there.

‘It looks like you’re to knackered to go to it’, Jason laughed as I smiled before yawning again.

‘I’ll have a little sleep before I go’, I yawned again before closing my eyes, after all it was only three in the afternoon. The party won’t get kicking till around seven when the sun goes down.

‘Oi!’ I heard someone shout, before my head flew up then back down with an “Oof”.

‘Awha…?’ I started, sitting up awkwardly, rubbing the back of my neck.

‘Do you always do that in your sleep?’ I heard a female shout as I just rubbed my eyes and shook my head. I was desperately trying to focus on where I was and what time it was.

‘She was just asleep Barbs, I mean seriously’, I heard my brother argue before a fist to my face woke me up more.

‘What the…’ I growled standing up, noting that Jason was now standing behind his girlfriend mouthing sorry at me. ‘What’s going on?’ I muttered, shaking my head as I turned to my brother.

‘You were…god, it’s so disgusting’, Barbara grumbled.

‘What’s so disgusting about me using Jason’s leg as a pillow?’ I questioned, shaking my head again.

‘That’s not what you were doing’, Barbara shouted as I just snorted and laughed at her.

‘Hello, blondie, pillow, Leg, couch, sleeping Jaimee, put two and two together, and plus, Jason’s a brother to me’, I laughed, pushing passed her, just about to walk up the stairs before something I thought was coming but hadn’t expected to happen, happened.

Barbara grabbed my hair and pulled me back. Sneering, I stepped backwards, turned around and just shook my head at her before socking her with a full body force punch.

‘Touch me again, I swear to god…’ I started before, putting both my hands up at head height and walked off upstairs before I really did her damage.

I had just walked into my room when I felt someone’s arm wrap around my waist. Turning around I found Jason smirking at me.

‘That was amazing, how did you learn to hit like that, it was impressive…for a girl that is’; he laughed as I just glared at him.

‘Ok, I have three things for you, one, never do that again, two, I could knock you out in seconds, so be careful and three, I just knocked your girlfriend out, down there, and your up here congratulating me, what gives?’ I asked, staring at him rather annoyed.

‘She uh, got up and told me it was over, but it was going to happen sooner or later’, he said, not looking as upset as you expect someone to be in his situation.

‘Shit, I’m sorry Jason’, I said, not all as sympathetic as I came across.

‘Yeah well’, he sighed, before making himself comfortable on my bed.

‘What are you doing?’ I asked him as he just shrugged.

‘Spending time with family’, he smirked as I just shook my head at him.

‘Well, family time must wait, I’ve got to get changed for the party across the road’, I smiled, staring at him, waiting for him to get up. He didn’t. ‘Jason, you gotta go’.

‘I will, when you tell me you’ve never thought of me naked’, he smiled.

‘So much for spending time with family’, I grumbled, rolling my eyes while crossing my arms. ‘I have never thought of you naked, nor will I ever. You’re my brother’s best mate, I don’t do that shit, and I’ve known you since I was three’.

‘Too bad’, he sighed, getting up and heading for the door. ‘I’m single now, I’ll be most wanted’.

‘Too bad’, I sighed sarcastically, kicking the door closed behind him as I turned to my wardrobe and shivered. That was weird and gross on so many levels.

‘Jairmii’, I heard someone shout as I looked out my window.

‘Sarah, baby, what took you so long’, I cheered as she just laughed at me. ‘Come on up’, I watched her walk inside before I turned back to my wardrobe and started flicking through clothes.

'Your asking me what took me so long, your not even dressed?' Sarah snapped, walking in and kicking my door shut.

'I live across the road for Christ’s sakes', I smiled, picking out my ever faithful boy leg jeans.

‘I can’t wait for them to fall apart’, Sarah cursed as she sat on my bed delicately.

‘Don’t say that, you’ll curse them’, I snapped, as she just shook her head.

‘Don’t you even think about grabbing out your Beatles shirt, if you do, I swear to god I will kick you’, she grumbled. Why was she being so irritable?

‘Oh look, I’m grabbing my Beatles shirt, and you haven’t left the bed yet’, I joked as I grabbed my Beatles shirt off of the hanger and threw it over the back of the chair with my jeans. She just sighed and rolled her eyes. Her threats were always empty. She didn’t have the guts to follow through with any of them.

‘Whatever’.

‘Do you not want me to go tonight?’ I questioned, leaning against my cupboard door.

‘What on earth are you talking about?’ she giggled, but I knew it was false.

‘When I asked if there was any parties on, you sighed before you told me about the one across the road, and now your snapping at everything, you don’t want me to go’, I smirked, seeing her flounder was just a bonus.

‘Fine, I did and I didn’t want you to go!’ she growled, crossing her arms.

‘Why?’ I tried my hardest not to laugh as she threw a mini fit.

‘Because you dress so daggy, but yet you have every guy in the place interested’, she snapped, glaring at me now, and she really meant it. ‘I spend hours to look this good, and you take five minutes and you still get all the attention’.

‘Is that why you’re being so irritable?’ I laughed, and her glaring continued. ‘I mean seriously… is my little attention seeker afraid no one finds her attractive anymore?’

‘Don’t make me say it’, she muttered, now staring any where but at me.

‘Look, I’m sorry it turns out that way, but can I give you some help?’ I questioned as she looked at me finally, totally confused. Probably trying to figure out how I of all people could help her. She nodded. ‘Stop trying to get into their pants at first sight; get to know them, maybe?’

‘What?’ she snapped, ‘I don’t…well okay, maybe I do’.

‘You come on too strong and make them think you’re a freak’, I laughed. I had never, ever, ever had any opportunity to insult her before, today was going to be my day.

‘Are you serious?’ she screeched, causing me to cringe at the pitch.

‘Maybe freak wasn’t the right word, but you come on strong and it turns them off’, I muttered, stripping myself of my rolling stones shirt before ducking behind my wardrobe doors with a new bra.

‘Okay’, she said rather defeated, causing me to step out from behind the doors slowly in case she attacked me. Sarah had never given in to anybody. ‘You’re boobs like nice’, she commented, before adjusting her seating. What on earth was going on?

‘Are you okay?’ I questioned, not sure whether I was safe enough to pick up my Beatles shirt or not.

‘I’m fine, it hit a little close to home, that’s all’, she smiled softly, causing me to sigh dejectedly and throw my Beatles shirt back into my wardrobe. I saw her smile brighten somewhat as I searched through my wardrobe.

‘Happy?’ I grumbled, slumping slightly.

‘Can I make a suggestion?’ she laughed, jumping up and not even waiting for an answer as she dug through my wardrobe and threw out an old shirt I hadn’t seen in years and a skirt.

‘Okay, the shirt was for you, but I am not giving up my jeans, the jeans stay, or the Beatles shirt comes back’, I snapped as she just rolled her eyes and threw the shirt at me.

‘Fine the jeans stay, but the shirt you have to wear’, she almost danced as I sighed irritably and ducked behind my wardrobe doors again. I stepped back slightly and held the shirt up in front of me.

It was made of faux leather, two pieces together, with a stitching thing happening at the sides. It was very low cut and very revealing. I had bought it ages ago when I went through my phase of showing everything; hence the skirt Sarah had pulled out as well.

‘Well?’ she cheered as I sighed.

‘I haven’t even tried it yet, Sez, calm down’, I grumbled, undoing the zip at the front and slipping it on. As I attempted to do up the zip again, I realise as soon as I reached my chest area it was not going to happen. ‘It’s not gonna fit’.

‘What do you mean?’ she snapped, opening the doors and looking at me annoyed. ‘Take of you’re bra, you idiot, you’ve grown since three years ago, it happens’, she seemed to be enjoying this as she closed the doors slightly again, allowing me my privacy.

‘You must realise how much I love you’, I growled out, as she just hummed to herself.

I unzipped the shirt again, and let it fall to the floor beside me, sighing softly. Reaching around behind me, I awkwardly undid my bra and held it in place as I let the straps fall off my arm. I realised I couldn’t do this is such a small space.

‘Sarah, do me a favour and leave my room for a second, I can’t do it in here’, I muttered as I heard her laugh and leave, closing the door behind her.

Looking out, the door was closed, the window’s were covered and Sarah wasn’t in sight, so I made my way out, dragging the shirt with my foot, behind me. I let my bra fall, feeling rather awkward with nothing covering me as I bent down and picked up the shirt.

Slipping it over my arms, I felt the coldness of the zipper rub against me as I placed the two pieces of fabric together and slowly did the zip up. It fit. I bent forward and moved around to make sure it was comfortable. It felt like it wasn’t even there.

Sighing, I grabbed my jeans, discarded the ones I was wearing and slipped my jeans on. Sarah was going to have a field day with this. She will be taking photos all night and sending them to everyone, even the people she didn’t know.

‘All right’, I shouted out, and before I could even look at myself in the mirror, she had rushed in, smiling from ear to ear.

‘Excellent’.

Sighing again for the umpteenth time, I avoided the gaze of my brother and his ever present best friend.

‘I’ve seen you in that before, but that was before…’ Jason muttered, pushing his hands away from his own chest, indicating my growth in that certain department.

‘All right, all right’, I snapped, crossing my arms again. My arms were starting to get cramps from my constant covering. ‘Can we go yet?’

‘Not yet, the parties only been going for an hour, give it ten minutes’, Sarah snapped. That had to be the fifteenth time I had asked.

‘I’m going’, I said finally after a moments pause, ‘I can take dumb and dumber staring at me anymore’.

‘And you think it’s going to be any better over there?’ Sarah laughed.

‘Yes!’ I snapped, stuffing my phone into my right pocket and nearly one hundred dollars in cash into my other pocket.

‘Why do you insist on taking money to every party?’ Sarah questioned as I adjusted my foot in my converse and opened the door.

‘Drinks run out at parties, and sometimes you make friends that you don’t want to leave just yet, and the money comes in handy’, I smiled, exiting the house and heading across the road.

‘Do you know who lives here?’ Sarah shouted at me over the music as I made my way into the house.

‘No, they moved in not long ago, I’ve been passed out nearly ever night since then’, I smiled, at her before bumping into somebody, a sudden chill running down my front.

‘I bet that was cold huh?’ someone muttered in my ear as I turned to face whoever it was. I didn’t know him, but I couldn’t take my eyes off of him.

‘Yeah, ever so slightly, but our bodies are warm for something’, I smiled; taking the serviette he had offered me and stuffed it down my shirt. ‘Haven’t had to do that for a few years’, I muttered awkwardly, rubbing it ever so gently, pulling it back out.

‘You stuffed?’ he asked me.

‘Yep, when I wanted them, I didn’t get them, when I didn’t want them, I got them’, I laughed indicating to my chest.

‘Well, if it’s any consolation, they’re nice?’ he said nervously, causing me to laugh.

‘Thanks, I think’, I looked at him again before realising something, ‘what’s your name?’

‘Harry’, he said, holding out his hand.

‘I’m Jaimee’, I smiled, shaking his hand.

‘So you’re Jaimee’, he said as if he knew me.

‘Last time I checked, yes’, I was starting to feel very aware of my surroundings.

‘I was expecting some ugly chick with a Beatles shirt’, he laughed, causing me to cringe ever so slightly.

‘I, uh, was actually forced to leave the Beatles shirt at home, I had to make it up to a friend, and then…’ I indicated at my top half.

‘Oh, oh, my bad’, he said awkwardly.

‘This has just turned sour, I might head off, and see if I can find somebody who wasn’t expecting an ugly chick’, I smiled as his face went slightly pale as I walked passed him and further into the party.

‘So?’ came a voice beside me.

‘A little too honest’, I laughed, looking towards my friend of three years, Ian.

‘He seemed a little to eager’, Ian muttered, pulling me to him as someone walked passed.

‘He was after I told him who I was, have you been talking again?’ I grumbled, glaring at him.

‘He wanted to know who you were, I simply filled him in, you’ll want to talk to Sarah for that’, Ian smirked, causing me to laugh, kiss his cheek and head further and further into the house.

‘And she’s got cleavage’, someone shouted as I walked into the kitchen. Mark, Steven and Rachael were all sitting on the benches eating from the communal chip bowl.

‘And how many times do I have to tell you, don’t eat that shit’, I smiled, walking up to them.

‘I only have fifteen dollars on me’, Rachael laughed, tucking the money into the side of my shirt.

‘Thanks, Rach’, I smirked, grabbing it and stuffing it into my pocket.

‘This is all Sarah’s doing, I take it?’ Steven smiled, jumping down off the bench and giving me a hug.

‘Yep, I managed to insult her, felt badly, and threw the Beatles shirt into the wardrobe’, I muttered, patting Mark on the knee before making my exit from the kitchen.

I flopped onto one of the many couches in the lounge and sighed. Sarah had got her wish and was the centre of attention, obviously taking my advice.

‘You’re not wearing a bra’, someone said beside me. I tensed slightly, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable as I looked to who had decided to share the news.

‘And neither are you…I hope’, I smiled awkwardly, looking into his eyes. They were a deep chocolate brown, deep enough to swim in, I bet.

‘Last time I checked I wasn’t, but then again, things happen’, he said, drunkenly tapping the side of his nose.

‘Do you have a place to stay, or are you crashing on the couch, because, I think you’re just about finished’, I laughed as he fell into me, laughing.

‘I live here’, he scoffed as if it was something everybody should have known.

‘Ok, well, then, guide me to you’re room, cozz you really need to sleep’, I smiled, standing up, he just stood up with me, draping his arm automatically around my shoulders.

‘You’re a good sort’, he laughed, taking a swig of his beer.

‘I think I’m gonna take that’, I smiled, taking his nearly full beer off of him. I took a swig and made my way upstairs, drunken unknown man hanging off of me, looking severely ill.

‘Don’t you normally pick up people that are sober, or have you lost your touch?’ Sarah giggled from the bottom of the stairs.

‘I love you too, Sarah’, I smiled down at the drunken girl. Somehow, since arriving at the party over an hour had passed. I heaved the guy at my side up a few steps until we arrived on the landing.

‘Which way?’ he asked me, smiling childishly.

‘I don’t know, you tell me’, I laughed, taking another swig of his beer.

‘Let’s try…right?’ he questioned, pointing left.

‘Will you recognise your own room?’ I questioned, smiling at him, trying my hardest not to laugh.

‘Yes…’ he started, swaying slightly before burping. I smiled and made my way to the end of the all and knocked on the door. No one answered. I opened the door, and nearly dropped the man at my side and the beer in my hand.

‘Well, well, Ian, you’re quick’, I laughed as Ian jumped up off of the bed and raced out of the room, smiling giddily, a rather embarrassed, drunk blonde girl following him.

‘This is my room’, he muttered, sounding rather sober as he took his arm off of me and made his way into the roof slowly, as to not fall over.

‘It’s a nice room’, I muttered, walking in and closing the door, staring intently at all the posters. It was much like mine, minus the posters of all the heavy metal bands. He seemed more into The boss and Joss Stone. An odd combination for a guy, but still, nice choices. I walked over to where his computer sat in the corner… well actually, there was no corner, and his room seemed to be a circular shape.

‘I didn’t know you played music…’ I muttered; looking at all the burnable discs with labels on it like “Track 1 – 10” and “Mix”. I wavered my attention from the CD’s to the guitar sitting innocently in the “corner”. “You play guitar as well?’

I finally turned to focus my attention to the guy I had brought up here, only to find him standing behind me with a funny smile on his face. ‘Hey, are you okay?’ I muttered, feeling his forehead. It was warm, but everybody gets warm when they’re drunk. I went to say something else, before I was blown backwards by a huge bout of vomit.

‘I am so sorry’, he whispered, grabbing something off of the floor to help my clean off. The vomit had reached from my shoulders and down.

‘This is what you get for helping a stranger’, I grumbled; angrily, snatching the fabric thing he had grabbed, and began to wipe myself. ‘Have you got a shirt and some pants I can borrow?’

‘Yeah’, he said quickly running over to his closet.

‘Jesus’, I muttered, rubbing between my boobs, feeling immediately sick. ‘Well?’ I snapped after awhile looking around for the guy. In groaned as I found him passed out on the edge of his bed, half off half on.

‘This is just great’, I snapped, kicking him ever so slightly to make sure he was actually passed out before walking off and locking the door. I was not going out there smelling like vomit.

I quickly, ditched the shirt, and grabbed a towel off of the floor and wiped myself off before ditching the vomit covered jeans and my converse. I covered my chest before I kicking him off of the bed and dived into it, covering myself quickly with the doona.

I’m in a stranger’s bed in only a pair of socks and underwear, something I thought I would never experience. ‘I’m going to kill you in the morning’, I snapped at the passed out figure on the floor before rolling over and falling oddly asleep.