Phoebe's POV

I woke up at six this morning and realized it was Wednesday and that I had no reason to get up at such an ungodly hour. So because I am a lazy bum, I texted Alexander, since I know he gets up at 5:30 every Wednesday to run, and asked him to bring me coffee.

Being the wonderful boyfriend he is, he replied with "anything for my princess ;)".

How can you not love that?

It is now 9:00 in the morning and I feel very refreshed and energized. Except my breath smells like satan him self and I only yawned. I hop out of bed and skip into the restroom where I tame the beehive on my head and brush my teeth.

I don't even have to text Alexander to know that he is here because I can smell the faint scent of my morning usual as well as a small whif of his cologne. I'm sure he came up here to check on me.

Besides, I can see his car sitting in the drive way.

I bound down the steps and sure enough there is a wet head full of black waves nestled in the middle of the couch. I grab my beverage off the counter where he left it and make my way over to him.

He doesn't take his eyes off the tv screen as he lifts his arm for me as a welcoming gesture. "Morning." he mumbles. I smile and snuggle into his side.

"Morning. And thanks for the coffee."I attempt to turn hi face with one hand and kiss his lips, but his eyes still never wavered from the game. What is it about football that's so interesting?

"Yes!" he throws his arms up as a Seahawk player intercepts a very nice spiral. Right after the play, that I'm sure is going to make it on the games highlights, the tv switches to a commercial about allergies. His attention finally focuses on me.

"Have I told you how beautiful you are?" He smiles, and I do to too.

"You hardly said good morning." I pout. He sighs and turns his body to me so I have his full attention. He grabs my face and looks me dead in the eye. His gaze isn't harsh, or even remotely close. It is soft and loving. Just the way I like it.

"Good morning, sweetheart." He kisses my forehead. "Have I mentioned," he kisses my cheek, "how beautiful," my other cheek, "you," my nose, "are?" and finally his lips land where I want them to.

I pulled away from him and giggle, "No, I don't think you have." Alexander growls, actually growls, at me before pushing me backwards to lay in the couch.

"Well, I guess you could use some reminding then." He whispers and attacks my neck with kisses and nips here and there. I laugh aloud and try I get him to stop. I really don't want him to.

"You guys make me sick," a gruff voice grumbles causing Alexander and me to sit up again. Teddy is in the kitchen facing us with his shoulders hunched.

"Well, being in a relationship is much more fulfilling than just having one night stands." Alexander replies. I furrow my eyebrows and look up at him with a mix of confusion, anger, and jealousy. "Not that I would know."

"Smooth." I roll my eyes and look at my brother once again.

"You've only been together for what, a month or two?" Teddy scoffs. I hate him. "Anyway, mom and dad will be back in the morning, so we need to do something."

"We don't need to do anything." I shake my head. Ted's idea of something is usually a party with the guys, inviting girls over, or walking around the house commando. I prefer none of the above to happen. The former will only land us in trouble, and that latter is, well...just gross.

"I'll call some of the guys over, you can call some of your girl friends, Alexander can get his hands off of you," My brother glares at my boyfriend who immediately retracts his hands from my lap. "And all will be in order when mom and dad return."

"If you want Trevor or Landon to come over that's fine with me, but-"

"I wasn't really asking your permission little sister, I was telling." I roll my eyes and look towards Alexander who claims to be Switzerland.

"What time?" I sigh.

A coy smile slithers onto my sibling's face. "Is that a yes?"

"What time?"

"Eight."

"How about Alexander and I go out from eight to ten, and then the party's over? Besides I don't want to be here when you get shitfaced." I reason. Teddy shrugs, trying to act cool with the arrangement.

"That's fine." He wastes no time taking his phone out to send invites as he walks back to his room. I do the same and text Ava, Navy, and Sophie.

The Girls♡ - My brother is having a partytonight. Do you guys wanna come? A and I have a date but I trust you to chaperone.

A- Ican't. Stuck with parents.

N- I'll be there. Can I bring Louis?

S- I'm actually pulling onto the street now.

Ok. I'll have little spies here for me. I feel better about the party now.

"So where am I taking you on this surprise date?" Alexander asks, returning his arm to it's previous position an turning back around to face the flat screen.

"Anywhere." I shrug. Alexander bites his lip as he nods, and I smirk.

I can tell he already had a plan forming in that amazing, weird, and loving head of his.

"That was an awesome last minute date." I giggle, and Alexander swings our interlocked hands back and forth.

About four hours ago Alexander finally left my house to allow me to get dressed and ready for our date. He had pressured me into wearing his favorite mint green dress with my white heels, and I did. To my surprise we didn't go out to a movie or dinner, rather something more creative. He took me to the Seattle Aquarium.

It was different, smelly, but one of our best dates by far!

"Well, I can't smell alcohol or pot so maybe Ted actually cleared the house out by now." I roll my eyes because knowing my brother, he would most likely be passed out in trash than actually be cleaning up after his guests.

Navy texted me earlier and said they had to leave because Louis had gotten drunk out of his mind and she thought it would be best to take him home.

When we open the door, the smell of alcohol fills my nose and I gag. Obviously Ted didn't stick to the agreement.

"What the hell?" I whisper to my self and take a step into the crowded house. Immediately, I almost roll my ankle because of a stupid red cup. There better not be any stains.

I walk to the kitchen with Alexander trailing closely behind me. I look for any face I know and spot Sophie.

"Soph!" She turns around and rushes to me. "This was suppose to be over like half an hour ago."

"I told Teddy that, and he told me he would clear the place out but I haven't see him since." She shrugs. I nod and tell her I'll handle it before dragging Alexander out of the kitchen with me.

"Can you go look for Ted on that side of the house I'll check the upstairs and all his other 'secret places'." I air quote. Just as I'm pulling away from him, Alexander wraps his hand around my elbow making me spin around. He has a stern look on his face, one a parent would give to a rebellious kid.

"I'm not letting you out of my sight. At least not while it's as crowded as it is." Moments like these, when he is protective and worried for me, make my heart flutter. I nod my head once before taking his hand and pulling him through the drunk, sweaty, strange crowed.

I look around at the sea of bodies but I can't see any indication of Teddy. I stand on my tip toes and yell in Alexander's ear. "Do you see him?" He has a height advantage.

"No." He yells back and squeezes my hand. It's no use. I'm sure Teddy isn't in eye range, he is most likely behind closed doors. I look around for a clean empty place to sit. The only place is the couch. "Why don't we just tell everyone to leave?"

"Because Ted has a bad temper. If I weren't so worried about him getting mad at me and making a scene, I would. We can just sit on the couch and monitor the place." Alexander nods and escorts me back to the couch where he makes sure to keep he out of reach of any other person, tucked under his arm. Once I'm situated I pull out my phone to text me brother.

To: Ted - A and I are back. We are on the couch. BTW it's 10:45 this party should be OVER!

It doesn't take him long to respond.

From: Ted - gld yoir hr. I thot my watck saig 1;04

Great he's plastered. I don't bother to respond and just cuddle next to my boyfriend even more.

Suddenly, someone gets up on the dirty glass table in front of us and quiets the room.

"Strip Game!" Oh great. Not only will there be drunk and high strangers in my house, but they are all about to be naked.

"Does that mean-" Alexander starts and I nod.

"Kill me now." I groan but Alexander only laughs.

"And he wonders why your parents don't trust him."

Sophie's POV

I'm not sure if Phoebe and Alex have found Teddy or not, but I might as well look for my self.

I go to the dining room and scan the faces of people I never new existed. He isn't in here. I pass by Mr. Grey's office double checking to make sure it's locked (at least Teddy locked personal rooms) before continuing down the hall. I take a deep breath before opening his room door. I don't want to walk in on anything I don't wish to see. Luckily it's empty.

It smells like him...

I close the door and walk back to get kitchen. What other room would he be in?

The parlor!

I shuffle my way over to the room and look over everybody in there in hopes of catching Teddy.

And I do.

With one girl whispering who-knows-whats in his ear and another with her lips attached to the skin my lips marked only months ago.

His eyes are closed and he is biting his lip as he enjoys the feeling the slimy, slutty girls are giving him. I catch the slight movement of his lips as he moans a name. Probably the blonde ones.

He has a joint between his fingers, so his best excuse for slutting it up is going to be that he was high.

I think I can actually feel my heart breaking at the sight of the three of them.

I turn away before he is able to see me and pull my phone out to tell Phoebe I couldn't find Teddy and that I was using the restroom upstairs. I make sure to steer clear of the living room area as I make my way back to Teddy's room.

It's the only safe room I know is unlocked and I'm sure no one would think of looking for me in here.

Teddy's POV

"Oh my...shit." I moan as her lips dance delicately over the skin behind my ear.

"That feel good?" Her voice sounds a bit cocky so I ignore it but nod nonetheless. While her lips work on my neck her hand starts to palm me through my pants. My eyes stay closed as images and fantasies play in the back of my mind causing me to get hard in record time.

"Oh, Sophie." I moan and bite my lip. Almost instantly the lips and hand are gone.

"Who the hell is Sophie?" I open my eyes to meet a very pissed off blonde. I sigh and shake my head trying to clear the haze and images of Sophie's naked body pressed to mine.

"I have to go."

I stand up from the couch after detaching the brunette girl from my ear and struggle for a moment to balance on both feet. I push through the swarm of half naked girls occupying our parlor type room, tonight it's known as the 'all purpose' room.

If there isn't a purpose, people will find or make a purpose for the room.

My head feels like its infested with a thousand angry bees and my body is over come by a strong buzz. Somehow I find my way to the living room where I see the slightly fuzzy figures of my sister and her boyfriend curled up on the couch looking around at the intoxicated teenagers.

I look in the crowed around them to see if I can spot my target. Also to avoid any questions Phoebe will throw my way. No eye contact, no interrogation, she also won't see how blood shot my eyes are.

"What are you looking for?" I glance down at my sister, roll my eyes, then continue to scan the room.

"Who."

"Okay then," Alexander interjects. "Who are you looking for?" I never really liked this boy. Why does he have four eyes?

"Do you know where Sophie is?" I indirectly answer their questions. I finally give up on my search when I come up unsuccessful and look at the two of them. Why are they swaying now?

"Last I saw her she was in the kitchen." I don't miss Alexander's arm tightening around Phoebe's shoulders and her curling into his side even more.

"She texted me she was using the restroom upstairs, but that was like five minutes ago. I haven't seen her since." Phoebe shrugs and I nod before stumbling towards the stairs.

Almost like a magnetic attraction with each step I take, I can feel her closer and closer. I decide to take the stairs two by two to reach the top and when I do, I break into a drunken sprint towards the right and open every door in my path. The first few are empty, and soon I'm all the way at the end of the hallway. Since she wasn't in any of these, I run back down he left, but again no trace of my girl anywhere.

I scramble back down the stairs and head to the only place I know she could be. My room.

When I open the door, the lights are dim so it takes a couple seconds for my vision to adjust before I see a figure sitting on my bed.

Her legs are crossed and her hands are clasped around her cup that most likely contained water.

"Hey." I say, out of breath my voice raspy. Her head snaps up at my intrusion but quickly looks back at the floor. She seems to be very fascinated with the floor. When she doesn't answer, I make my way toward her. One unstable step in front of the other.

It takes a while for her to answer, but soon her smooth, calm voice fills the room.

"Why aren't you down there with all the other people," she pauses, "and girls." I may be a little tipsy and high, but just the image of her sulking on my bed makes me sober up in an instant.

"Because the girl I want isn't down there." I walk even closer to her, standing toe to toe with her, but she doesn't look up. I wait until I can see her beautiful eyes to continue. "She's right here."

"Teddy, we both made it clear this summer, and you just reinforced it a few minutes ago. This thing between us can't happen. Besides, you've already moved on."

"It was never just a summer thing to me, Sophie." I tug on her hands to make her stand on her feet. "You really think I care about those girls? I know I sound like a jackass, but I don't. I only did those things to try to get my mind off of you, and let me tell you, it didn't work. Why can't this happen?" I urge and take her face between my hands.

"Age is just a number, so that can't be an excuse. We are always around each other, and we have been friends since I was born. So please tell me one good reason this can't work?" My heart rate increases as I wait for her to answer, but her eyes look at anything but my face.

"Tell me you don't want me." That seems to get her attention when her head snaps up.

"What?"

"Tell me you don't want me. Tell me that you don't feel this attraction that I feel to you, that what happened between us was the worst mistake of your life. Tell me you don't love me," just thinking about those words coming from her lips hurts, "and I'll walk away." My voice cracks, and from the look on her face it didn't go unnoticed.

"I'll walk away and pretended this conversation never happened. But, Sophie, this summer was the best summer I've ever had. So you can tell me you don't want me, and to walk away, but I can never forget what happened, and I will never stop fighting for your affection."

Her eyes gloss over and one tear escapes, but I don't move my hands. My whole body is ridged waiting for her answer. Slowly her hands move up to wrap around my wrist and just when I think she is going to push me away, she sighs.

"I'm scared." She whispers.

"You don't need to be." I look into her eyes pleading with her to give me permission. With the almost microscopic nod of her head she answers my unspoken question.

I waste no time connecting my lips to hers.

Her fingers thread through my hair while mine grasp her waist and lift her up. Her legs wrap around me deepening the kiss and I stumble forward a step, falling on top of her onto the bed. Sophie starts giggling, so I move my lips to her neck and sigh at the sweet smell of honeysuckle. Why does she always smell so good?

"Teddy, your high." She grabs my face and looks into my eyes. "And drunk."

"I don't care." I peck her lips and rest my forehead against hers. "I love you Sophie Taylor."

Her jaw goes slack and I'm sure she is going to cry again, but a face splintering smile stretches across her lips. He pulse my face down and lock her lips with mine before pulling away one last time.

"I love you too, Theodore Grey."

((Update's a little late. Sorry. Next one [part 2 to this one] will be in a few days. I promise!))