Being with the Anderson boys

Chapter 1

From my bedroom window I can see Jen's car lights die out and I know that's my cue to hop out the window and climb down the big oak tree. I've used this escape way so many times the bark is worn down. Ducking and running across the front lawn I quickly open the passenger door and slip inside.

"I don't see why you act like your dad is gonna see you when all the lights are out," Jen, a friend who occasionally goes partying with me, heaves a sigh, makes a U turn and heads south towards Michael's house for yet another party. During the summer Michael's parents go their beach house or whatever and he has a gigantic house so he throws these huge parties.

It's already past 11:30 so Jen and I are fashionable late but not so late that the night is wasted.

"Sorry I just don't want to get caught like last time."

Last time I snuck out and my dad found out he went ballistic. After all the hollering and screaming, he grounded me for two weeks plus took my lap top and threatened to take my phone. Thankfully my dad forgot about the grounding and I know where he ways hides my things when he takes them.

"Com'on lets just go inside already," I said to change the subject. Talking about my dad was a touchy subject I liked to not talk about.

Jen and I strutted in wearing matching black skinny jeans. I had on a plain navy blue tank top on while Jen on the other hand was wearing a bright pink spaghetti strap. I roll my eyes as I look over to her and see that she decided to put on a push up bra for some reason. She's got these big sparkly brown eyes to go with long medium brown hair which was always curled to perfection. She has an hour glass figure and her toned tummy was a head turner. To put the cherry on top she had clear olive coloured skin. She could have any guy and used that to her advantage.

I had a toned flat tummy too. Auburn locks that came to half way down my back and stupid freckles that dotted my cheeks and just a little on my nose. My eyes were a spiral of hazel and green with just a touch of a yellowish colour. My eye brows were arched to perfection because I worked hard on them. My skin was clear because as soon as I see a little red spot beginning to form I call my dermatologist. I an one of Dr.Frasic's few patience who are so well known in that office. Jen didn't have to try. I did.

"So where's mike?" I asked some random as soon as we walked in. "Uh, I think I saw him go upstairs," said the random. Jen was already out of sight but I already knew where she was. She was on the hunt, looking for her on again off again boy friend Julian.

Right now they are off. But she is going to get him back tonight. I know it.

Heading towards the kitchen to grab a drink some dude bumps into me. "Yo, watch where your-" I stop mid threat because I realized who it was. Rolling my eyes at his smug smile I shove Ashton's left shoulder.

"Ouch, that actually didn't hurt at all," he said so that the sarcasm was visible. "Why aren't you off with some girl. Did she realize your dick was too small for her to hold?" I couldn't hold back my laugh any longer. "Yea my dick was actually too big and it scared her off." Ashton knows that I can tell when he's lying. I typically know when almost anyone is lying. "Come with me to get a drink you freak," I say as I grab Ashton's hand and weave through the crown.

As we make it to the kitchen I lay my eyes on him. Michael's got his left hip pressing up against the marble counter and this right hand in the front pocket of his blue jeans. His black V-neck hugs his muscular upper half of his body in all the right places "Hey," I say as cool as possible. "Sup," is his response. I fight the urge to roll my eye as I lean forward and grab the nozzle of the keg and pour beer into my red cup. Taking a long sip from the red cup I let the golden liquid slide down my throat.

"Not much just got here," is my reply. Trying not to sound as bored as I am I down the rest of my beer and ask mike, "what else is there to drink?" He stands up straighter than the slouchy posture he had before when he was leaning on the marble counter and says cooly, "let me mix you something quick." And just like that I got mike to make me a drink.

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I've lost count of how many times I sent mike back and forth to make me a drink. At first it was a girly fruity mix. I told him I was not drinking that shit. So I made him drink it. Then he started making my drinks stronger and stronger and now the room is starting to spin. Music blaring in my ears I hear something whispered in my ear but I don't understand so I just nod and go back to grinding and dancing with mike. All of a sudden I am climbing something. Now I feel something soft comfort my weak body.

Rough lips are attacking mine but I just go with it. I snake my hands to the lightly stubbled face and wrap my legs loosely around the hips that are hovering above mine.

My vision is kind of blurry but I can hear the knock on the door loud and clear. It's annoying.

The lips that were attached to mine are now saying something, "Get out dude. This room is in service." And just like that our lips smash together and we are moving at a fast pace. I didn't plan on tonight ending like this but hey beggers can't be choosers.

I reach for the hem of his shirt and lift it up. Slowly. He takes no time to get my shirt off.

There's another knock on the door but this time it is rushed and the person barges in. "Dude I said get the fuck out. This room is occupato," mikes words are slurred. "Suit yourself but the cops are here." says the guy who rudely barged in.

Quickly I scramble to my feet and grab my shirt and toss it over my head. Good thing I wore combat boots and not some slutty heals because I jolted out of that house faster than mike had time realize what was unfolding in front of him.

Great, I thought to myself. Jen's car is no where insight and I live a thirty minute walk. Al least the warm summer breeze can keep my company on my lonely walk.

Suddenly I feel a tight grip on my left wrist, then my right. My arms are behind my back and I hear a muffled deep voice saying something to me.

Next thing I know I'm being shoved into the back seat of a car and sirens are echoing in my ear drums.

All I can think is, oh shit.