26So sorry for the long wait, but even I have a life outside of Fanfiction.
Brandon could hear the party before he even saw the house. Music blasted from the speakers he could see through the windows. People that Brandon assumed were drunk stumbled out the front door and landed on the cold concrete. Ouch.
Brandon sighed. Of course Callie had to come to a place like this, and drag his sister with her. But, although he'd never say it out loud, he liked Callie. You know, like-liked her.
And so he parked the car in front of the house, got out, and walked in. He looked aound inside. What a dump! There was trash everywhere. People were carrying paint, markers, pens, pencils- anything you could draw with, really. No wonder the place had "art" everywhere on the walls.
"Brandon!" A girl's voice called out. He turned around and his breath caught in his throat.
"Oh... Hi... Talya..." Her smile, glazed eyes, and unstable stance told him she had gotten drunk. Talya stepped forward and fell on him. He pushed her away from him and she landed in a chair. Brandon swiftly turned and walked away. She called for him, but there was no telling what a drunk teenager would do...
Brandon walked around to the staircase and heard a yell. He ran.
Callie was runnig around, looking for Wyatt, and trying to get away from Liam. She stopped to look around and fellt a hand wrap around her wrist and push it up her back.
"Ahhh!" She looked back and saw Liam. Mariana grabbed a drink from some guy's hand, much to his dismay, and chugged it down. She threw the cup on the ground, and looked on in worry.
"Callie!" Relief filled her being as she saw Brandon run up behind Mariana.
"Thank God." she sighed.
"Who's your boyfriend Callie?" Liam asked in her ear. Worry filled her again as he pushed her arm higher.
Brandon ran up and put his arm inbetween them as he pushed Liam away from her. Liam attempted to punch Brandon, but he ducked and punched Liam in the jaw. He grabbed Callie's arm and started pulling her towards the door.
"Come on! Before he gets his bearings!" He also grabbed Mariana's arm and literally dragged her out the door. She giggled like a madman.
Oh no... He thought. She's drunk! He pushed her into the backseat and got in the driver's seat. Callie got in the passenger's seat, and Brandon started the car. They fell into an awkward silence.
"You know she's drunk, right?" He finally asked.
"Who? Mariana?" Callie asked. He gave her a look.
"Why did you even take her?"
"I didn't bring her to that party. If it's wasn't for her, I wouldn't have even gone. And for your information, I told her not to drink. I even said 'we should go' before anything happened!"
"Oh."
When they pulled into the driveway, Mariana couldn't be quiet even if her life depended on it. Callie sighed in frustration.
"Do you have duct tape?" she asked. Brandon grinned, but shook his head.
"No, do you?" She matched his grin.
"La la la la la la la..." They both looked at Mariana. She was looking at they sky with a stupid smile on her face. Brandon stared to laugh, and soon, so was Callie.
After the fits of laughter, Callie put her arm around Mariana's back and her other hand over her mouth.
"You go first." she told Brandon. He went in through the front door, said hello, and went up to his room.
Callie made it to the stairs when Lena caught her.
"Hi Callie. Is Mariana with you?" Callie winced before turning.
"Yes, but she ate something at the party, and now she doesn't feel well." Lena nodded.
"I'll be up in a minute." she said. Callie brought Mariana to her bed. "Excuse me," Callie heard Lena say. She heard stairs creaking.
"Lena, I have something to tell you." Callie said as Lena stepped in the door. "Mariana got drunk." Mariana fell into a fit of giggles to prove her point. Lena's eyes widened.