A/N: I've been having a writer's block...It's been stupid. :D

Chapter Eleven: What.

Gary awoke with that tingling feeling of falling into the bed. Grumbling, he kept his head on the pillow for a couple of minutes. When he sat up, his nausea caught up to him.

"Ugh! The hell!?" Gary fought to keep the remnants of last night at bay; Jimmy and Zoe were lying on the bed with the blanket half covering them, and no clothes covering the rest of them. Stumbling out of bed, Gary silently vowed to not go to another party for awhile. Or at least not get that smashed again.

Gary looked around, wondering why he was still in the Beach house. He saw Parker lying on the ground with his arm over his head, Petey slumped in the corner, Tad on a bar stool with his head on the counter, and various Greasers lying around on the floor. Half laughing, he poked Parker up.

"Hey...hey, Parker! Get up buddy." Gary grinned at the boy that opened his eyes blearily at him. "Have fun at your party last night?"

"Yeah...I think so. I don't remember much." Parker laughed, sitting up, searching his pockets. His wallet was still there, and that was all that mattered. He pulled out a joint and lit it, right where he was on the floor. He motioned for Gary to sit down beside him and shared. "Do you remember what you did?"

"Not really. I remember pulling Petey over to the corner...er...I was in and out of it last night." Gary recalled with some trouble, while thoughtfully inhaling. Now he really didn't want to party that hard for awhile; he could've messed up his plans for all he knew.

"Well, Earnest over there-" Parker motioned over to an unconscious Earnest, Gary didn't notice there before. "- he kinda challenged you to a drinking contest. He just sorta passed out there...no one wanted to touch him; he started puking after. And I think that those lame townies showed up anyways. I remember everyone beating them out of here...And Roxanne was looking for you...apparently."

"Weird. Wait, I remember that, Earnest got Cornelius to buy me out yesterday...before I went to pick up again...Didn't think it'd be used 'against' me..." Gary smirked at the memory, then a random memory flowed into his head; Christy trying to make out with him and his reaction. Feeling a sudden wave of nausea again, he succumbed to it, crawling to the garbage can and letting it all out. Parker greeted this with a laugh.

"I didn't think you could hold up that much, mate. Seriously, I was surprised I didn't have to call an ambulance this year." Parker grinned.

"This year?" Gary inquired.

"Well, yeah...last year, Pinky got too wasted and fell off that little balcony in the Harrington, but the thing is, they were more worried about how much she drank rather how badly she was hurt." Parker looked puzzled.

"So, why was Roxanne looking for me?" Gary remembered out loud.

"I dunno... she just asked. I thought she had a thing for you...until she left with Ricky. It's a pity, a pretty little thing like that with that asshole." Parker shook his head slightly.

"I thought you were friends with the greasers." Gary stated; he was slightly surprised with two parts of his statement. He certainly didn't see that coming, Roxanne with Ricky.

"Meh, mostly just Peanut, Norton, and Johnny." Parker remarked. "I could care less about the others; they're all jerks to me because I wear this gay thing. Fucking blueberry. Why can't they just call it 'Blueberry', sounds less gay than 'Aquaberry', kinda the same, I just don't like the name of it...Aqua, reminds me of that stupid band my sister always listened to."

"Ah. Well, I guess I'll be going back to the school, I feel gross." Gary said, looking down at the freshly accumulated puke on his shirt. Grimacing, he puked in the trash can again when he saw a white stain on his left pants leg; putting the pieces together from where he woke up on the bed. "Fuck that's nasty."

"Oh gross." Parker noted on the stain as well. "Well, see ya! I'd buy new pants if I were you."

Gary gave a quick wave and left, shaking his head gravely on his way out.

Roxanne woke up, warm and confused. She sat up too quickly, which rewarded her with a spinning feeling mixed with a hammer hitting her head. She saw a face framed with messy hair that looked like the hair products weren't washed out quite yet. She didn't recognize him. So she poked him.

"Hey, you! You!" Roxanne prodded at the unconscious person, when a feeling of déjà vu hit her. She remember doing this the night before. "Hey, wake up!"

The person moved, and opened his eyes. A look of confusion greeted her own.

"Hello...and you might be...?" The boy inquired. "Wait a sec...I remember, you're Roxanne. Do you remember me?" He grinned. Confused, she shook her head. "Oh, well... don't look at me like that, we didn't do anything. You just sorta came here with me because your roomie went and locked the door. Don't you remember? Oh well, I'm Ricky. Nice to meet ya again."

"Pleasure. I guess I thought it necessary to sleep in your bed." Roxanne frowned. "Well, it seems awkwardness always finds me, I'll be leaving you to your...whatever it is you do."

"Ohhkay then...well, see you around, you awkward girl." Ricky grinned at her and gave a wave before taking off his jacket and tossing it to the ground, and flopping back to sleep. Realization hit her; she didn't know where she was going in this house. Not wanting to wake him back up, she silently left the sleeping boy and walked into the hallway.

While walking around looking for the front door, she heard footsteps behind her. Turning, she looked at a lady that looked in her mid-forties with wavy brown hair and in a house robe. The lady jumped slightly at her presence.

"Oh, well, hello there...I wasn't aware Ricky brought home a...ahem... 'friend'..." The woman said quietly, walking by her to knock on Ricky's door. "Ricky, wake up." Sounds of frustration and stumbling about could be heard from behind the door, when it gave a small click and his face could be seen. He looked over his mom's shoulder to see a confused looking Roxanne.

"Yeah...?" Ricky smiled slightly at his mother; who was quietly muttering something to him. He shook his head every now and then. More mutterings. "Hey, calm down. No! No we didn't. God mom. I don't know. Fine. Okay. I was drunk. So was she; her roommate locked her out and she's here now because her other friends were at that party last night. Sheesh. Okay, okay."

His mother gave a weak smile at her before disappearing to what appeared to be a bathroom.

"Sorry. She's kinda easily pissed off. Whatever, you look lost. Yeah, I know, you didn't think a greaser would have a house like this. I'm the only one that's not living in the tenements, so the guys are usually always here." Roxanne nodded like she understood what he was talking about. "I'll just show you to the door." He put his hand on her back, making Roxanne feel slightly uneasy at the contact. He seemed too nice.

"Well, I'll see you around...Sorry." Roxanne apologized, for what remained unclear to her. She made a solemn promise to herself to not party that hard for a really long time.

A/N: I just wanted this chapter here so you could see the morning after. :P