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"What's wrong with my hair?" he added.

"You look like a hobo who just robbed Hollister," I said with a giggle. I went into the bathroom and got some hair gel. "Now let's see what I can do."

"Hobo?" He grumbled at me as I led him onto a stool sitting in bathroom.

"Now sit down," I instructed. He obeyed.

I used a bit of moose to get rid of the cow licks he had partying on his head. Then I used mousse and hair spray to style into a sexy, yet casual, 'do. "She's a flipping moron if she doesn't do you with THIS hair," I said boastingly.

"Am I that sexy looking?" He stood up and examined his new 'do closer in the mirror, raising his eyebrows up and down for added effect.

"I think so," I smiled, then nodded at Aaron, who mangaged to sneak into the bathroom almost unnoticed. "You, Aaron?"

Aaron threw his hands up in the air, "Amy, I don't go that way."

I gave him a for-boosting-your-brother's-confidence-level-you dope look. "Aaron."

"Yeah, yeah. He looks good."

"Wow." Leslie said, walking in and seeing Nick.

"What'd Nick go on Queer Eye or something?" BJ added as she and Leslie walked in.

"I'm not gay, thank you," I said, reaching for Aaron's hand and squeezing it.

"Damn! No threesomes?" he asked. I playfully hit him in the arm and he pulled me close to him and hugged me.

"Only if I'm the only girl," I teased.

"HA!" he said loudly. "I'd shoot myself in the face before I shared you with another guy," he kissed my forehead and squeezed me tight.

"Then I guess you don't get any threesomes."

"Kill my dreams why don't you!"

"Dude," Nick said, "You're lucky you found a girl willing to fuck you."

Aaron shot Nick a sharp look, but when he saw me glancing at his facial expression, smiled. "Whatever, Nick."

He walked over to me and put his arm protectively around my waist. "Amy's all I need, fuck or not. Though I do like the fucking..."

I smacked his arm. "Tell the whole world why dont you?"

"I could if you really want me to..." Aaron smiled. I gave him a look that summed up my answer - "No", in case you had your doubts. "Okay, okay, I get it..."

"It's okay, you know." Nick snickered. "Everybody could hear Aaron moaning up a thunderstorm. 'Yeah, baby, faster, faster!'" I could feel my cheeks turning red.

BJ let out a loud laugh. "Amy isn't exactly quiet as a mouse herself."

"Okay, Amy's right here...." I said, raising my hand in case they forgot I was standing right in the room.

They in turn blushed.

"Sorry Aime," B.J. apologized, "We were being mean."

"Yeah," Nick continued on, "We didnt mean to like, make you all tomato-ey."

"Says Mr. Mustard Stain." I laughed.

Nick turned even redder and Aaron, noticing all the sexual tension oozing out of everybody's minds, whistled. "Oh-kayyy. Let's all stop talking about sex. Ya know, it's s'posed to be about Nick's hair."

"There's sex in my hair?" Nick asked blankly.

"No! The conversation is supposed to be about your hair!" I corrected.

"Ohhh!" he said in a perfect 'dumb blond' impression...or was he being serious?

Aaron shook his head. "I swear, I hope this girl is just as slow as you are, otherwise you have no chance."

"You're mean!" Nick smacked Aaron's head and laughed.

"Eh, whatever Slowpoke. I'm out." Aaron mumbled, leaving the room to the girls and the... Is Nick really fit to be classified as the masculine man? Hmm.

"So," Leslie sat down on Nick's bed. "Tell us about this girl."

"It is a girl you're going out with, right?" BJ asked.

Everyone started laughing and Nick got a faux offended look on his face, "YES!" he shouted.

I looked at the clock on Nick's nightstand, "I should get home..." I said.

"You sure, you can stay as long as you want..." Nick offered.

"Yeah, I really need to make sure she's okay.."

"If you're sure..." Nick trailed off.

I nodded. "I'm sure."

"Call us if you need anything!" BJ said as I walked to Nick's door.

"I will. Bye."

"Bye!" They chorused, I walked out the room and down to the front door.

Aaron was there, leaning against the doorway as he surveyed me coming towards him. "You want me to go with you?"

"It's okay. I can handle it. I mean, it's not the first time..." I trailed off, remember all the times I'd waken up or come home to see my mom a staggering drunk. Damnit, Dad. You'll never change, will you? I hope he stays away for good this time.

After kissing Aaron goodbye, I walked across the street and to my house. I heard his door close just as I opened mine. I took a step into the house and was semi-alarmed when I saw every single light was out.

"Mom?" I called turning on the entrance hall light. "Mom, are you home?"

"WHAT DO YOU WANT YOU LITTLE WHORE BAG!!??" she asked drunkenly, mixing two of her preferred insults.

"Mom, how much have you been drinking?" I asked when I caught a whiff of Jack Daniel's from across the room.

"NONE OF YOUR FUCKING BUSINESS YOU LITTLE WENCH!!" Wow, that's a new one, I thought to myself.

"Okay, well, I'm gonna go to bed..." I said, walking up the stairs.

"Wait, wait..." She slurred, trying to get up from the couch but falling back down. "Hold on a sec. I have somethin' to say ta you..."

A few moments of silence later, and I was getting a little impatient. I had no idea what she wanted to say to me, but the longer she waited to say it the more I became concerned. I peered over the couch to see if she was still awake, and sure enough she was asleep again. I walked over to check and make sure she was still breathing, and thankfully she was. I wasn't gonna tell her not to drink, Hell, I wanted to join her, but I wished she'd be careful. She just got out of the hospital not too long ago. I draped a blanket over her, and kissed her forehead, then retreated into my room.