I took another swig from the bottle, touching my lips against the cold glass. The alcohol burned my throat, but that's what I liked about it. The burn. The roughness. Which was the reason my drink of choice was usually straight vodka. Usually, but here, like at most parties, they didn't serve it. So I was forced to drink a watered down version.

'Can you stop drinking?' asked Isaac. He looked agitated, he had for most of the past week - but I didn't really think anything of it. 'Remember, you're driving.'

Which was why I hated going to parties to Isaac. It was tradition that the person appointed as driver would be the friend who doesn't drink, and Isaac fit the role perfectly. Or at least, he would've if he was able to drive properly.

He didn't though, which was why I'd always return home so late, because I would have to sober up before driving us home. It was rather unfortunate, especially considering all the promises I had made to my mom. 

'Whatever,' I said, putting the bottle down on the table. The alcohol was hazing my thoughts, and when I left Isaac alone at the drink's table - it was a surprise I didn't stagger.

'Cameron,' whispered a voice beside me, obviously trying to be seductive. I looked at the direction of the voice, to find a girl. 

I was really drunk at this point, so I wouldn't be able to tell you what she looked like. All I knew was that she was hot, and she wore very little clothing. I could blame it on the alcohol, but to tell the truth - I was just horny. 

So, I followed the girl into a bedroom. She pounced on me as soon as the door closed, shoving me against the wall. Her lips found mine, and soon she was fighting for dominance. Slobbery, but I don't have the energy to kiss her back properly, and soon her lips moved down my jaw, to my neck.

She kissed my neck, and I hoped that she wouldn't leave hickeys. Her hands which had been combing through my hair mere moments ago, lowered. To my belt, she started fiddling with it - and that's when I realized what I was doing. How I was going against my words.

No girls.

I pushed her away, and she gave a cry of shock.

'Cameron,' she said, her voice filled with lust. I shook my head.

'That was a mistake,' I said harshly. Her eyes were filled with tears, but I didn't care. Even if I allowed it to go further, she still wouldn't be any more than a hook-up. Because if there was one thing I was notorious for, it was being a womanizer. They didn't call me a player for no reason.

I left the room, not look back at her as I headed back to the table where I had left Isaac. We had to leave! Leave before I made another mistake. With the sleeve of my shirt, I wiped her lipstick from my mouth. I couldn't help but groan internally, as I saw the pink of her lipstick stain my black shirt. It's black. It shouldn't be staining!

My mood improved as I finally found Isaac, but it was not in the state I had left him. He was drunk. I could tell. He reeked of it. He was struggling to stand, and I was surprised he hadn't passed out yet. There were six empty solo cups by him. 

I had to take him home. Now. 

I grabbed him by the arm, and started to take him outside. I don't think, all I do was drag him along with me. 

'We have to get home,' I tell him. He looked at me, a confused look on his face. He looked nothing like the Isaac I knew. Always so cold and calculative.

'Can't you drive?' His words were slurred, and I knew he was struggling to string the words together. Speak in sentences.

'I drank, you...' My voice trailed off. Do not insult drunk-Isaac. He knew what he would do? He already had anger problems, and since he had never drank before - I didn't know what type of drunk he was. One who would punch my face for speaking bad of him, or a soppy, depressed one. Personally, I was hoping for the second.

Drunk and angry was not a mixture which I wanted to see with Isaac.

'Do you have anyone you can call? Someone who can drive?' I couldn't help but cross my fingers. 'Your parents?' I had never spoken to his parents before. 'Siblings?' I don't think Isaac has any siblings, he never mentioned any. At least not to me.

'Yes,' he said, nodding eagerly, as he pulled out his phone. He handed it to me, and when I began to ask him why - he started mumbling his password. Not a smart idea, but he was drunk. 'Call Copycat.' 

I frowned at the uh - interesting contact name, and clicked on it before handing it to Isaac. He spoke to them for a few minutes, his words slurred - and while I couldn't hear the voice on the other side, I knew that they agreed to pick us up, because when Isaac put down the phone, he was smiling.

The whole situation was really strange.

Neither of spoke for the next fifteen minutes. Not until a car rolled up at the street, the headlights blinding me. I heard a window get rolled down, and the distinct shout of;

'Isaac!' 

We both walked to the car. I approached it a bit more cautiously. I had never seen the car before - but it was probably one of Isaac's other friends. He probably had other friends than me. I mean, I know he wasn't as charming as me, but he wasn't entirely unlikeable. I was friends with him after all.

Isaac went straight to the back, diving onto the seat, before finally lying down, oddly still. Did he die, or pass out?

I shook the idea from my head, and took shotgun. I didn't want to sit next to Isaac drunk. He might be my friend, but I did not want to get thrown up on. Not tonight.

I looked at the driver. I think it was a girl? I couldn't really see her too well, which was probably due to the darkness which came with the night. I stole another glance at Isaac, who was practically snoring.

'He's such a lightweight, isn't he?' I asked, smiling at her in an attempt to start a conversation. I never knew that Isaac was friends with a girl - but I didn't know he could down six beers, so I guess we all learn new things every day. But it seemed so strange. I had never seen Isaac so much as talk to a girl - and suddenly there was one willing to pick him up?

'Who are you?' I blurted out. I turned red in embarrassment, but thankfully she turned away before she could see the blush. I couldn't help feeling annoyed though, by the lack of answers, and even more so that a girl had ignored me. Two in a week? 'Are you going to ignore me?' She didn't reply. 'Why did Isaac call you to pick us up?' I continued, knowing eventually she would get fed up and answer. 'You're a stranger, you -'

It seemed my plan worked, because she finally snapped as she turned to face me, irritation clear on her face.

'You idiot,' she spat, 'I'm his sister.' I stared her. Sister? Isaac had a sister? He never told me that he had a sister. I tilted my head to face, trying to something which which would hint to their shared blood. 'I live next door to you,' she said. Then she paused, as if to consider this. 'Apparently.' 

I almost sighed out loud, but I didn't. Instead, I leaned back in my seat, wriggling to make myself comfortable as I propped my feet up on the dashboard. 

Three words.

I shouldn't have.

She slapped me on the arm, making my feet drop to the ground. It was clear she didn't appreciate my muddy boots inside her precious car - but who gave a f -

'Do that again - and I won't hesitate to kick you out of the car,' she said, glaring at me. She was feisty, and was it wrong that I found it hot?

To be honest, she was hot. Like very, even though she was a wearing a baggy t-shirt, and her hair was a mess. Familiar too, and after looking at her for a few more seconds - I clicked my fingers as I finally realized why she looked so familiar.

'You're the girl who flipped me off, right?' She ignored me again. Does she do this everyone she meets or just me? 'Isaac never mentioned his sister was so mean.' I frowned as realization hits. 'In fact, he never even mentioned he had a sister.' 

'He never mentioned you either,' she said coolly, her reply filled with sass. I couldn't help but smile - I think I was going to like her very much.

'You're a funny one, aren't you? What's your name, little one?' As she frowned, I felt like slapping myself. Little one? What was she? A three year old. She couldn't be that much younger - in fact, she looked the same age as us. 

'I'll have you know that I'm eighteen,' she said, proving my assumption correct. 'Just like him,' she jabbed her thumb to point at an unconscious Isaac he was sprawled across the back seats. 'Only a few minutes younger.'

Her face scrunched up as I looked away. It was okay that Isaac never told me that he had a sister, considering what type of guy I was, and how we rarely talked about families to each other - but a twin? How had I not known? I was his best friend - or at least I thought I was.

'So, what're you name?' I asked, desperate to rekindle the conversation. Get rid of the dreaded silence. She ignored me. Okay... I couldn't help get annoyed. Was it the silence? Was it the insistent drumming of her fingers? Was I just an attention-seeker? 'You know, it's rude to ignore people.' 

She turned to me, clearly at her breaking point as she smiled a smile filled with sarcasm. 

'And what if I am rude?' I stared at her. Most people would deny these allegations, but she... She was something different, that was for sure. I still wasn't sure if it was a good different. I looked away from her. 'So, you're going home?' 

A smile played on my lips, and I felt strangely happy that this time she had initiated the conversation. No, Cameron. Don't even think about it. So, instead I tried to play it cool, leaning back in my seat.

'Can't. No one's home,' I said, running a hand through my dark locks, pushing them back. Most girls would swoon at the sight - she wasn't even looking. I tried not to look to annoyed.

'I know that.' Okay? That's a bit creepy - but just because I had never spoken to her, didn't mean my family didn't. My mom was a generally friendly person, she surely invited the neighbors around often. 

'So, I'm crashing at your place,' I said, stretching out my arms, and for a second she looked at me - before looking away to focus on her driving. 

'And let me guess, I can't do anything about it?' I couldn't stop the tips of my lips from lifting.

'You're finally getting it.'

A/N:

Does it annoy anyone else just how much the color is clashing? Because it's driving me MAD. I'm slowly going insane, but don't worry, I'll keep writing.

This chapter was really long. Usually my chapters aren't this long, but I love writing in the boy's POV, and Cameron has to be my personal favorite. He's absolutely adorable, and a complete nutcase at times.

Okay, I get that most people aren't finding him adorable yet, but wait until he's in love. Because he is freakin' adorable when he's whipped. Most guys are.

Anyway, I'm a joke this time. Give me a second to find it.

Ah I love these jokes. I got like a whole list of them. I'll find some more when I get more chapters and stuff. 

Tell me if you think I should start doing two jokes, instead of just one.

Don't take any of my jokes personally, even if they're not really offending anyone.

My boyfriend called me a pedophile.

I said that's a big word for a five year old.

Remember, all jokes. This is a joke. I like boys my age, not younger kids. 

Hope you enjoyed the joke though.