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"Artemis." I whispered. She stared back with so much sadness, it was unbearable. Uncomfortable. It made me feel like shit.

"Go away." She whispered in despair back. "Please."

"I, I won't." I said louder now, stuttering.

"Why, what have I done for you that makes you actually care about my feelings?" She angrily puts, arms crossed and her figure slouched.

"Because everyone deserves someone to pick them up." I shrugged, kind of embarrassed by my cheesiness.

"I've been nothing but rude and annoying to you, so what makes me one to deserve your pick me up attitude, South." Her tone was harsh and statue like.

"I, don't know." I said scratching my head.

"You're kinda dumb when you say you're smart." She half laughed.
"Just leave!" She yells, tears dripping down her cheeks. "Idiot, stop standing there and go!"

"Actually, no! Why are you like this? Sad? Angered? Embarrassed?" I shouted back.

"None of your business." She stated.

"Artemis, just tell me." I said, pleading.

"You don't understand because your brain capacity is the size of a fucking peanut." She replied.

"You think I don't understand? You don't think for a second you are the only human being on this earth who has to deal with hell?" My voice trails off and she looks at me, interested and concerned at my surprisingly sad and stormy tone.

I sigh. "A seventh grade summer. I was walking on clouds til this seventh grade summer."

"What are you talking about?" She says, sniffling once again.

"Just listen."

"Then what the fuck are you saying. Is like, some type of flash back happening to you right now." She asked.

"No. Uh, okay yes. I'm trying to show you, yous ain't the only little bitch ok." I say annoyed.

She rolls her eyes and waves an arm, signaling for me to go on.

"It was a great day at the beach house. We go there every summer, my mom, dad and little sister. Those were the best days." I start to lean on the vent next to me, this was something that was hard to talk about.

"One night, I was sleeping in my room and I heard a bang. Like something crashed onto the floor. A body's thud. I had no idea what I was getting myself into, just curious but frightened. I ran down the stairs. Not knowing what my thirteen year old self would see in the next five seconds. Worst and best mistake of my life." I breathe in and out. Artemis walks a few steps closer.

"As I tiptoe into the kitchen of the beach house, I hear a loud scream. Two loud screams." I shivered and continued.

"A hand suddenly wraps around my mouth so I wouldn't scream. A strong figure pulls me to the kitchen and I see my sister on the ground. I try to resist the person tugging me. I try closing my eyes but I couldn't stop staring at my lifeless sibling. She was facing down, a pool of red oozing out of her still body." I stopped. Tears now escaping my eyes.

"Wally, you don't have to continue." Artemis whispers with empathy.

"No, you need to know!" I say waving her off. "My sister was dead, my mom got held at gun point and a man pulled the trigger. I watched, Artemis. I watched. I watched my mom falling to the ground. I watched her scream, 'look away, Wally.' I was so helpless since the other man was holding onto me." I turned red, trying to hold back more tears from falling.

"What about your dad?" She said sadly.

"Well, he is my savior. He ran out of the house to get his gun, and woke the neighbors to call the police while he went to go rescue me." I sigh another time, rubbing my eyes.

"He came and shot both the men before they could do anything to me. I remember sobbing into his shirt and him running out with me onto the cold street in only my pajama shirt and boxers. Hell, it was embarrassing and the most devastating moment in my life. Dylan and Colby are the only people who know about this. It's crazy how people can really change your life, because I was suffering depression, Artemis. Depression. Without them, without these people in my life, I wouldn't be the fucking dope ass kid I am today." I said sternly.

Artemis takes a few steps back and shrugs, "Funny, I don't need people anyways. I'm glad you got over depression but I'm not suffering depression and I'm fine!"

I took a step closer to her and said,
"Ya know, it seems like you are trying to push me away."

"Congrats, you finally caught on." She replied, rolling her eyes and turning around to walk to the edge and lay her arms on the concrete counter.

"But you want me to help you, you just don't like the pity I give to you. Jokes on you Artemis, not everyone can be left alone and survive." I almost shouted those words. Words she needed to realize.

"You don't know what I can survive!" She shouted, spinning to face me. I stepped closer to her and silence filled the night. Her eyes began to water and mine locked firmly onto hers.

I took another step.

And another.

And another til we were almost an arms length away.

"I can help you survive if you let me."

I engulfed her cold body into a tight embrace. She was frozen and hesitant at my touch but I whispered, you're okay over and over again. She finally allowed me to hold her and she then silently wept into my shoulder. I hugged her so tightly and she did the same back. One of my hands stroked her long golden, damp strands of hair and the other clung to her waist. Even though I was comforting her, at the same time she was comforting me.

And I never felt so adored.

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 c o l b y 's   p o v

I followed the girl outside, she picked up a beer from the cooler and motioned me to come sit next to her by the pool. I just sat next to her holding a sprite awkwardly and looking at her while she was drinking her beer.

After taking her slug from the beverage, she said, "So kid, why are you at this party?"

I was shocked. She didn't know I was throwing this party? I'm the one who helped make this thing happen. Bitch?!

I laughed, "Ha. What do you mean, why I'm at this party?"

"Why are you at this party." She said again. She sound kinda annoyed that I didn't answer her the first time but cmon I'm trying to let her know this is my party.

"Why are you at my party?" I fired back. Ha she should understand.

"Huh?" She questioned.

"I threw this party. Wow, you didn't know?" I rolled my eyes. Bitch try me.

"You did not throw this party. You're too good of a good kid." She stated, mouth open.

"Well I mean, not just me. My two buddies, Wally and Dylan and helped too but I was the brains of this operation." I shrug quickly.

She starts shaking her head in disbelief, "Yeah sure, what buddy is named Wally."

I start giggling like a little girl. Oh I'm so telling Wally.
"Wally is named Wally." I say, mid giggle.

"Okay, what's the DJ's name?" She asks.

"Oh that's Dylan's roommate, Kai Kyle. His DJ name is KK style." I stammer.

"Let's see about that." She begins to get up and walk over to KK. I know for a fact that's Kai Kyle Style because Wally and I go have lunch with Dylan and Kai sometimes. Woah that sounds like a double date. Gross. I actually shiver at that thought.

She yells something at him, she must be shouting to ask him his name over the loud music.

Then about a second later, Kyle turns on the microphone and yells, "KK STYLE IN THE HOUSE LETS HAVE A GOOD TIME!" Everyone in the crowd raised their drinks and waved their hands in the air while shouting "AYEEE KK STYLE AYEEE!"

I died, of laughter.

She walks over, obviously annoyed and showed up by a "good good" kid.

"Guess you were right kid. That's pretty cool you're hosting the party, with that Wally and whatever." She laughs a little, tossing back her hair.

"Ya you know it, I'm no liar. And it's Dylan who is that whatever. The party was his idea." I say smiling.

"Alright guess you're not that bad, you've just earned yourself some points." She smiles, acknowledging my  cool factor.

"Cool." I reply blushing. I think this girl is really cool. Let's see how this night goes.

Cool.

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 d y l a n 's   p o v

I had no luck with any girl. You see, I have very high standards in my ladies, aw' right. 

I got some simple gestures like hey, you're cute! Or, lets dance and get turnt! Even a, wanna make out now? 

No decency what so fucking ever. They could be carrying STD's for all I know. Some girls, I knew were here. Some that I've seen before. Some that were completely unknown to my human eyes.

 Unlike most guys, I'm not one to just hook up. Though everything I just told you was what I was gettin' with tonight! I did actually talk to some fine girls, start dancing and getting turnt, and made out with a few. 

Why?

This is my fucking party, that's fucking why. I didn't care. I let loose.

I was swinging my arms, drink in hand and grinding up on this chick with dirty blonde hair wearing a very revealing, short dress. 

As she was stealing a few kisses from me, she suddenly whispered, "Lets take this some place else."  Then grabbed my hand and dragged me off the dance floor. I looked at her, woozy and half drunk, following her like a dog. She was one hot poodle in my mind. Odd, I know. 

"Hey, you own the party, got any free rooms available?" She asked seductively.

I licked my lips, "Ya, you know it girl." I rush to my pocket and pull out the master key that I took off from Mr.Manager's car key chain earlier today. 

We quickly run to the first floor and there was one of the cleaning ladies going and cleaning empty rooms. 

"Hey, uh," I glanced at her name tag quickly, "Yolanda... is there any rooms available on this floor?" 

"Room 13, knock yourself out, call me over when you want it cleaned Dylan." She says, waving me off. She must know. 

"Thanks Landa, you're the best!" I say, dragging the girl who was still holding my hand.

"It's Yolanda, and you know it bitch." She yells back. Woah, this lady knows me and got guts. She was plump and probably 45-ish with a strong Hispanic accent. Nevertheless, Yolanda was my new favorite maid. That sounds kinda bad. 

The girl tugged my shirt and kissed my neck a little til we found room 13. We giggled all the way down the hallway. I remember her free hand touching my lower back when we ran to the room. I even pushed the door forcefully with my body when I got the door unlocked. 

Once the door unlocked, she through her arms around my neck and aggressively kissed me so hard, it was hot. It was steamy as fuck and I literally felt myself get a hard on as she took off her heels. I quickly threw off my coat and t-shirt and lapsed my hands around her waist. She let go of the kiss for a second and threw herself onto the freshly made bed. Courtesy of Yolanda. 

I immediately started unzipping my pants as she teased me by just taking off her underwear and leaving the short dress. I was grinning and she was giggling so much, it made me turned on. She wasn't ugly, definitely cute as fuck. 

I crawled over her onto the bed and she gripped around my bare skin while deeply kissing me. We let go for a quick second to take a quick breathe and I went to sucking little spots along her soft skin. I found her sweet spot and she let out a small moan at my touch. I began to unzip her dress with my free hand and I was ready to pull down my boxers until I got to unzipping the dress at her waist, she pushed me off her and started balling. Bewildered, I stood up, in my underwear at a half naked girl because only half her dress was still on. She sat on the bed, with her dress now worn like a skirt and her lace bra revealed, crying. 

"What's wrong? Was it me? I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" I gawk with a bitter feeling, like this is very awkward. 

"No, it wasn't you, it's me. I'm not suppose to be here, I snuck out." She exasperates, and fans her eyes with her hands. Her mascara was running and she was just so flustered. I sit down and pat her back, awkwardly. Then she just began to tell me her whole backstory and I just sat there comforting her. 

"I'm a guest at your hotel and I came down to the party because my boyfriend and I got into a fight. We got kicked out of our apartment because we had our own party and we had to come to a hotel because we didn't have anywhere else to stay." Then she paused and put a finger before my lips like she knew what I was going to ask, "How the hell did you get the money?" 

So she said, "My uncle died and he was incredibly rich and I inherited millions of dollars from him so I'm set for life and I can afford anything I want." Then she covered my mouth, as my face became a little like the stop-why-are-you-covering-my-mouth-I-wanna-talk-too face. 

"And before you ask why did I get the money, it's because he knew my own parents treated me like utter shit and he thought of me as his daughter. I thought of him as my father and my parents now live in Florida because I moved out. My boyfriend is just another douche I date but I love because I can't control my feelings." She starts to breath slower now and I put an arm around her shoulders. She uncovered my mouth to bury her own face in her hands.

"I'm sorry for your loss and that you have a douchey boyfriend." I say, my voice quieter now. 

I mean like, this is so awkward and I have no words. I'm just really wondering what made her want to have sex with me in the first place.

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