Hey everyone! It's Maddie and Mariah! We are well aware that this is LONG OVERDUE. We've been meaning to update this for a long time but we've both been super busy! And this chapter is definitely a filler. We are trying to get back into writing and should have a REAL chapter out for you guys soon!

Taylor opened the door to her apartment, a grocery bag weighing down her left hand. "Why is wine so heavy?"

"Maybe you shouldn't have bought so much of it," Selena commented, following her inside and tapping away at her phone.

"This coming from the raging alcoholic," Taylor laughed, heaving the bag up onto the island in the kitchen and taking the four bottles of wine out.

"Hey, I'm cutting back. I'm not even drinking that much tonight." Selena sat down at a stool, not taking her eyes off her phone, biting her lip.

"I know, and I'm so proud of you." Taylor wrapped her arms around her. "Who are you even texting?"

Selena shot her a look. "Who do you think?"

Taylor snatched the phone from her, mid-text. "He's been such an ass to you Sel. Why are you still talking to him?"

"Because…" She pouted. "Give it back."

"No." Taylor set the phone on top of a high cabinet, taking full advantage of her tall stature. Selena couldn't reach it easily and she knew she wasn't motivated enough to climb up and get it. "You are not allowed to talk to Justin tonight."

Selena frowned. "Fine. When are Demi and Miley getting here?"

"Soon I hope." Taylor set up all the wine bottles in front of her so she could see all the labels. "What should we drink first?" Selena seemed to ignore the question, staring at her out-of-reach phone while Taylor rummaged through the drawers for a bottle opener. Still without a response, she popped open the bottle of Merlot Red. "Do you want some now?"

"I'm still full from dinner. And the later I start, the better. And can I have my phone? My mom will flip if she calls and I don't answer."

"Who cares about your mom? You're twenty three." She grabbed wine glasses from one of the cupboards and poured herself a generous glass. "There's nothing that she has to tell you right now that can't until later." Taking a large gulp of her drink, she was interrupted by a rapid knocking on the door before she could take another. She opened the door to a flustered looking Demi.

"You will never believe what happened on the cab ride over here!" She didn't bother with a greeting and walked right into the apartment.

"What?" Taylor shut the door behind her, following Demi back into the kitchen.

Demi took a seat next to Selena and helped herself to the wine. Once she had poured herself glass, she started to explain. "Okay, so I don't know if my driver was drunk or just angry but he was driving really fast and recklessly and I was getting a little freaked out so I asked him to slow down. He turned around and just started screaming at me about how he was the driver and I'm never supposed to tell him what to do. He wasn't paying attention to the road and he hit a person."

"Like just kinda hit or actually…" Taylor smacked her hands together, simulating a more serious accident.

"Like the guy flew up on the windshield. I had to call 911 and give my statement to the police."

"Did you still have to pay the driver?" Selena asked, finally interested in something other than her phone.

"Hell no. I got a different driver and came here."

"Well I'm glad you're not dead." Taylor gave her a one-armed hug. "And where's Miley? I thought you guys were coming together."

Demi shook her head. "I came from Kevin and Danielle's. Miley's been with Nick all day. They're probably having sex."

Selena groaned, tracing the rim of one of the empty glasses still on the counter. "I miss sex."

Taylor saw her glance up to where her phone was hidden as if Justin could miraculously pop out of it and fulfill her needs. "You poor thing. You've been sexless for a little over a month now." She pat her friend's hair sympathetically. Another knock on the door broke their conversation and she went up to get it. She was greeted by a bright-eyed Miley who was holding a bottle of wine of her own.

"Tay!" Miley pulled her into a hug. "I feel like I haven't seen you in forever." She let go and handed her the bottle. "Nick got you this. It's fancy and French."

"Thanks." Taylor followed Miley back to the kitchen and mouthed 'she totally just had sex,' to the others while Miley's back was still to her.

Smirking, Demi gave Miley the remaining glass. "Did you and Nick have fun today?"

"Oh yeah." She was totally oblivious to what Demi was hinting at. "We just had a lazy day and lounged around his apartment."

"So you guys were having sex all day?" Selena clarified for her.

Miley's face went red. "Maybe."

An hour or so later, they had moved from the kitchen and into the living room. Once Miley had admitted to what Nick and her had been doing, the conversation had strayed little from the topic of sex. Taylor topped off her fifth glass, using the fancy wine Nick had picked out. She settled back into the couch cushions. "How weird do you think having sex while you're pregnant is going to be?"

"I mean, it wouldn't be weird for me," Selena put in. "I'd just be concerned for the little fetus. Imagine you're just chilling, thinking you're all alone when a big, scary penis invades your home."

Miley's face went from looking normal to horrified. "It does not go up that far!" She poured herself her fourth glass, trying to keep up with Taylor's pace.

"Nick's dick is huge though." Selena's inappropriateness was not due to alcohol as she was still nursing her first drink; she was just vulgar. "I would never have that problem because Justin is not as blessed," she informed them all.

The giggles Taylor had been trying to hold in throughout the entire conversation came out at the thought of Justin's tiny wiener. She doubled over laughing, the effects of the wine hitting her as she finally moved. She was drunk. And she had to pee. "Demetria! Come to the bathroom with me. I have to," she paused, "urinate." She broke out into another round of giggles because urinate was a way funnier word than pee.

When they were done in the bathroom, they began making their way back to the living room.

"I swear, Nick gives me the best sex I've ever had. I'm not trying to brag, it's just so good," Miley raved to Selena.

"I know. I mean, Justin was great in bed and I guess I love him, but Nick… I had him when he was inexperienced. I can't imagine what he's like now."

Taylor joined back in, flopping back on the couch. "I bet Alex is better than Nick. Have you ever had multiple orgasms? I don't think so." She polished off her glass. She knew she was drinking fast but honestly did not care. It was a white, French wine that was delicious as tits and she wanted to take a bath in it.

"You know, the only way for you guys to actually know the truth would be to sleep with all of the guys in a row and compare them," Demi put in logically.

"I don't want to have sex with your boyfriends," Miley decided, her face wrinkled up at the thought of it. She quickly brightened up as she thought of another question. "Where is the weirdest place you've ever had sex?"

Selena jumped up. "A fucking golf course!" She sat back down right away. "It wasn't even that good."

With another sip of wine in her, Miley butt in again. "Well I did on a trampoline. It was my boyfriend in high school. It was so bouncy." She took another hefty sip. "I bet I win with that."

"You probably do bitch," Taylor began, sucking on the edge of her glass in misery. ""The only place that's a teeny tiny bit out of the ordinary is a fucking airplane." She tipped her cup back, she sounded so fucking lame.

"Demi…" Miley prompted, as the timid brunette was the only one that hadn't given a response yet.

Demi seemed hesitant and took a gulp of liquid courage before blurting out, "The library where Lucas works in the children section! We pushed two chairs together."

"DEMETRIA" Miley shouted. "When the hell did this happen and why haven't you told me about it?!"

"It was after we had a fight about something super dumb and I felt bad so I visited him at work and things just got kind of heated."

Demi was the last person Taylor would think of doing something like that. She coughed fakely. "Slut," she said between hacks.

"Yeah, Dems, you totally are a slut," Miley agreed, sitting back into the couch. "You know where I've always wanted to have sex?" She didn't wait for anyone to answer. "With my boss, in his office, on his desk." She paused. "Well, when I get a job again."

"Oh my god Selena totally did that!" Taylor yelled. And Selena definitely had. She had slept with one of the Hollywood Record executives. That was a huge reason why she wasn't signed with them anymore. It was an appropriate time so Taylor decided to reuse her joke. "Slut," she fake coughed again because it was a hilarious joke.

Pulling her legs up so she was sitting pretzel-legged, Demi spoke up again. "You know Miley, if you were Nick's publicist you guys could do it on his desk whenever you wanted to."

"I wouldn't," Selena cut in. "Desk are fucking uncomfortable."

The idea of Miley being Nick's publicist had never really occurred to Taylor. But now that it had been mentioned, it really seemed like the best idea in the world. "You really should do that." She reached out to Miley. "That concert thing you organized for him was all over the internet. If I didn't have a really good publicist right meow I would make you mine in a heartbeat."

"No, no, no, no , no." Miley waved off all their comments. "You guys, if I'm not a publicist already, I'm just not meant to be one. Seriously. I'm really good at being a yoga instructor. I don't fucking care if I got fired. I could teach any of you to be fucking yoga masters. You wanna see?"

"Yes," Taylor hiccupped. Aw, fuck. "No!" She had the hiccups. Miley went into some stupid yoga pose anyways and Taylor readjusted herself on the couch. There was no way in hell she was gonna drink some water upside down like some circus freak, so she opted for an easier tactic, turning her whole body upside down. She stuck her legs up straight against the back of the couch and leaned back, bending her body until her head was practically touching the floor. She was getting to get rid of the god damn hiccups.

The apartment door opened and she saw the upside down figures of Alex and Nick walk in. Kicking her legs, Taylor tried getting off the couch with little luck. Her only option was a backwards somersault. She was going to have to channel her inner Gabby Douglas but she was ready for the challenge.

"I thought you girls were going out tonight," Alex commented.

Kicking her legs towards her face she launched herself away from the couch only to feel her head smack into something hard. Usually her hair cushioned things for her but not this time. "Ow!" Taylor sat up normally, with the sharp pain throbbing on the side of her head.

Alex was at her side quickly, squatting down next to her. "You okay Tay?"

She scrunched up her face, thinking. "Um, yeah." Touching the hurt part of her head she pushed down and then looked at her hand. "No blood, I'm good."

"How much have you had to drink?" Alex asked next.

Taylor let her gaze wander to the coffee table where all their glasses were. She picked hers out easily, because hers was special and had high heels all over it because she was a princess. Grabbing it, she downed the glass before looking back to Alex. "That was my only one."

"Liar! I counted! You had six!" Selena exclaimed, jumping up. "I had two and I am the soberest one here!"

Ale gave her the look. Taylor knew that look, it was like her mom but it was also her like her boyfriend. Damn, disapproving look. "Just get me fucking water then," she moped.

He helped her back up to a sitting position on the couch. "Wait here hun, I'll get water and be right back, kay?"

"Kay." Taylor took more of her wine. She didn't need water. She just said that to get the dumb fucking look off Alex's face. As her boyfriend walked out of the room she turned towards Nick and Miley who were on the couch next to her. Miley was whispering things into Nick's ear and he was gently was placing a kiss wherever he could find bare skin at breaks in her rant. Alex used to be like that with Taylor too. Well, for like the first week. Taylor just couldn't keep her eyes off Nick and Miley and they couldn't seem to get their hands off each other. It was seriously as I they had been apart for years. Taylor knew they had been having sex all damn day which made their current displays of affection even more annoying. She polished off her glass before Alex reentered, handing her new, sober, drink and starting up a game of Circle of Death which she didn't really care about because she wanted Alex to be cute with her. She tried kissing his neck to get a little something started but he was too occupied with telling everyone how to play the dumb game to respond.

The game seemed to drag on. Taylor drank some of the water but it really didn't compare to her previous drink. Nick and Miley continued to be all over each, Nick even grabbed her boob a little in front of everyone! Alex kissed her cheek once but it really wasn't that cray cray or adorable. She leaned her head against Alex's shoulder. Circle of death continued playing out in front of her and she couldn't tell who was winning or what the point of that shit was or anything. Alex finally had his arm around which felt really good. He was probably winning the game. He was so good at everything. Taylor didn't like drinking games; especially circle of death. It was do dumb, plus she couldn't see straight and everything was deciding to be an asshole and be in double vision. There was that and her stomach felt like it was in a tire swing, going every which way; left, right, up, and down. Maybe wine was not the best idea for her. It did bad things; like make her so sleepy and made her tummy feel like a damn tire swing. That shit was not normal. And, she was still wearing a pair of jeans. They were uncomfortable and her shirt was stupid and she just wanted pajamas. She would even wear footy pajamas. "Alex..." She put a hand on his face, running it down his cheek. "I wanna put new clothes on."

Alex turned to Nick. "Play a card for me." He turned back to Taylor. "Come on drunky, let's get you changed."

Letting Alex pull her to her feet, Taylor slowly stood up. Her head was probably like the same weight as an elephant that had just eaten a ten course meal. Alex put a strong arm around her and they walked towards the bedroom. "You know we're going in there so I can be comfy, not have sex?" Taylor clarified. She did not want Alex to get the wrong idea. They had company.

"I know babe, come on." He pushed open the door for their bedroom and went for her dresser.

Taylor, however, didn't really want to wear her clothes. Alex's were much more comfortable and she wanted to sleep good that night. She went to Alex's side of the room instead, searching his drawers for the perfect set of clothes. Standing and searching was hard after sitting down for so long. She couldn't even tell what was in the drawers. He could be keeping rattlesnakes in there and she wouldn't even know.

"Tay, do you want to wear this?"

Taylor whirled around and looked at the dumb nightie Alex had found in her drawers. "No." She didn't want to wear it at all. Sinking down to the ground, she put her face into her hands. Alex couldn't find anything and neither could she. Her stomach hurt so bad and all she wanted to do was sleep but she was still wearing fucking jeans. The wine needed to get out of her. There was too much inside and it wanted out. The bottom drawer was slightly open and she pulled it out further. Leaning towards it, she gagged, throwing up into the drawer. She heard Alex yell her name but she didn't really care as she threw up again, the fruity taste of the wine mixing with bile in her mouth. When the nausea passed, her view became clearer and she saw what drawer she had puked into; the sock drawer. She pulled out a pair that she had spared and threw it at Alex who was squatting down next to her. "Don't worry, I missed these ones."

"Awesome." Alex looked in disgust at the drawer.

Taylor couldn't help that she'd thrown up in his drawer; it was either that or the floor. "I wanna wear your shirt," she finally decided, reaching up to a higher drawer.

Alex stopped her hand. "I got it babe. Go lay on the bed."

Everything was really slow as Taylor got up; like her world was in slow motion. Taking big, long steps she went to the bed, flopping down on her back. She heard laughter erupt from outside. It sounded like fun, maybe she'd actually play circle of death when she got back out. She shut her eyes before a second and suddenly someone was unbuttoning her pants. "Rape!" When her eyes flew open, she realized in was only Alex.

"Calm down, it's only me." He unzipped her jeans and started sliding them off her legs.

She relaxed again and lifted up her arms as he moved on to her shirt, leaning over her and pulled it up over her head. Giggling as the fabric brushed over her face, she put a hand on Alex's bicep. "This is a compromising position."

"I thought we were in here to make you comfy, not to have sex," Alex reminded her.

She had just said that. God dammit. Biting her lip, she looked up at him. "I changed my mind."

He put the shirt he had gotten from his drawer over her head. "You're trashed Tay..."

"So..." She didn't see what that had to do with them having sex.

"No." He brought the shirt down over her torso, covering her up.

She got rejected. Alex never rejected her. Pushing him off her, she got off of the bed and strode off towards the door. "Fine, I'm never having sex with you ever again."

With some kind of super speed, he got in front of the door and blocked her way out. "Are you mad at me now?"

Knowing he wasn't going to let her out, Taylor groaned and stomped back to the bed. "I am not mad. All I wanted to do was have sex with my boyfriend and you just call me drunk and keep me from my friends. You say you love me but you are so mean so you probably don't love me."

Alex followed her and tried cutting in. "Tay, I-"

"Don't talk, I know you don't love me. I mean, sometimes you do but right now you don't. Nick loves Miley and he holds her hand and cuddles her, and did you know they had sex all day today? You won't even have sex with me once today. If it's because I puked in your drawer I will clean it up. I just want you to love me."

"Are you done?" A smirk began to emerge on Alex's face.

"No I am not. I love you Alex, I love you more than I probably should and all I want to do is hit you in the face and make you be like Nick. I want you to, I want, you can't, I love you." Taylor stopped. She was done, that was all she had to say.

Alex was still just smiling at her. "You ready to go back out there now?"

"Yes."

Luckily Alex helped her up from the bed because the room was tilting back and forth again which was kind of cool. He stopped them both in the doorway again. "Tay?"

"What?"

He leaned down slightly, planting a soft kiss on her cheek. "I love you too."

Butterflies erupted in Taylor's stomach as Alex back off, securing his arm around her waist. Her mood changed immediately and she couldn't stop beaming as they walked back into the living room. No one was playing the game anymore which was kind of disappointing because Taylor was totally ready to play.

"I won," Nick informed them happily, taking a drink from his victory beer.

"You cheated," Miley murmured from her position on the couch. She had her legs sprawled out on the coffee table and was pressed to Nick's side.

"Oh, and we all decided we're sleeping over," Selena piped up. "And Demi is already asleep." She nodded down to the sleeping brunette whose head she was cradling.

Taylor moved past the fact that Selena and Demi looked like lovers and zeroed in on the phone in Selena's hands. "When did you get that back?"

"Nick got it for me. I am arranging a very mature coffee date for me and Justin to discuss our issues."

"Whatever, Alex loves me," Taylor retorted even though she knew it didn't relate to what Sel was saying. She just wanted to tell the world. "Can we play another game?"

"You didn't even play the last one," Nick said, slapping away Miley's hand which kept coming straight to his crotch.

"I wanna play now."

"I wanna play," Miley piped up. "With your dick." She reached towards Nick again.

Taylor giggled at Miley's obvious horniness. And she was giggling because she said dick.

Holding Miley's wrists firmly in his hand, Nick stood up. "I think it's time for us to go to bed."

"Down the hall to your left," Alex stated, giving the directions to the guest bedroom.

Nick scooped Miley up into his arms bridal style and started for the room. At first, Taylor was a little disheartened because their group was dwindling and now playing any games would be boring. But as she watched the couple walk away her feelings turned straight to jealousy. She couldn't remember the last time Alex carried her like that.

"I think I'm going to sleep too," Selena yawned, pulling the knit blanket off the side of the couch and covering her and Demi with it.

"I guess the party's over then." Alex scratched his head, looking over at Taylor.

"Carry me to the room!" Taylor announced. If Nick and Miley could go to bed adorable, so could her and Alex.

Before she could suggest how he should carry her, Alex's arm wrapped around her waist and she was thrown onto his shoulder.

"Oh my god!" Taylor couldn't help but to squeal. The sudden movement made her stomach turn again and she frantically slapped at Alex's back. "NO!"

They were in the bedroom soon enough though and Taylor felt herself sink down into the super comfy mattress. "Al…"

"Hey, I'll be right back babe. I just want to brush my teeth really quick, alright?"

"Mmhmm." Taylor settled back into the pillow as she thought of the things she could do to Alex when he got back. For some reason, the room kind of smelled like puke which wasn't helping her stomach situation. Pulling up as much blanket as she could she tried to seal herself away from the smell. The blankets were so soft and so comfy and so warm and good and Alex wasn't back yet and….

And if you couldn't tell... I wrote this while drunk. I wanted to get into the character mindset.

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