All You Need Is Love

It's already been three weeks since Caleb left, and I haven't heard from him. He wouldn't leave my mind either. It was like every time I turned around, he was telling me to call him. My brain would force me to stare at the phone almost every single night before I finally fell asleep. It didn't feel right sleeping without his strong arms around me, but over-all the house felt much calmer. It felt less stressful as the days went on. No yelling, fighting, nor dirty things piled up. It was a normal every day house with a girl sharing a house with her best friend and her best friend's boyfriend.

Olivia thought I'd go without seeing her, but I saw her and Nathan sneak out a few nights. To where, I wasn't sure. They may have just been out back swimming, but for all I knew they left town every night. I could never stay awake long enough to find out when they came back.

I did feel empty inside, but I didn't dare let it show. Olivia would have to ask questions, and I'd have to answer. I was tired of lying, I was tired of keeping secrets, and I was tired of pretending. I just wanted to be myself for a little while. And I finally got that chance.

Olivia walked downstairs, holding Regan and talking to Azalia. She'd developed the emotion of crushing, and now couldn't stop talking about some guy. I honestly could never remember the name because she changed at least once a day.

I smiled and walked over to them, holding out my arms and waiting for Regan to jump into them. When he did, he giggled and rested his head against my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him gently and hummed a soft tune to him, making him relax even more than he was. Lately, he'd been sweet, meaning they may both turn the tables on me any day now.

Olivia bent down and handed Azalia a toy. "Go play, baby." She smiled as the little girl ran into the living room where Nathan sat, playing with Serena like any uncle would. I giggled.

I turned to Olivia. "I heard you got a raise?" I grinned. I was proud of her. She's been asking for a raise for a few months now, and finally gets one. Meaning we can start saving a little more money to splurge on later.

She grinned. "Yes, I did. But it won't start until next month, meaning we still have three weeks before we have extra cash laying around. How's your job going?" She leaned against the wall and crossed her arms.

Regan played with my hair as his eye lids closed gently. "Good. I may actually get a few paid days off next week, and my boss even knows somebody to baby-sit for us. And she'll go the first few days without pay."

"Who?"

"His daughter. She needs gas cash, and I said we'd help her out. Well, I'll pay her. But the first few days you may have to help me out?" I grinned cutely. "I haven't much pushed back, and I need that money fror rainy days."

She considered this a moment then finally nodded. "Azalia, too?"

I nodded and sat Regan down on a blanket we had set up in the floor. He rolled over on his belly and threw his tiny little arm over a stuffed panda sitting beside him.

Olivia looked up at me, all serious and said, "I think we need a girls day."

I smiled, remembering the old days. "When was our last one?"

She made a sound. "Forever ago. I just happen to know where we can start." She girnned.

I nodded. "Alright, when?"

"Now." She grabbed my arm and we flew upstairs and changed since we were both still in our night clothes.

Nathan agreed to baby-sit as long as we didn't stay out too late. We made no promises as we ran outside and hopped in Olivia's car and drove into town. I tugged at the end of my dress gently and chewed my bottom lip. I was nervous because Olivia told me she wanted to take me to a club, and I'd never been to one. I wasn't sure how to dance, even though I did take dance lessons as a younger child. I'm sure those dance moves where nothing like ones at clubs.

We pulled up at something called Cody's and parked. I bit my lip harder as we got out and walked up to the door. I could hear the loud thump thump from outside, and people were hanging around outside, smoking and holding beers in their hands. A few even making out.

Olivia held the door open for me. This shocked me she wanted to come to a bar, because this wasn't the Olivia I knew. But I took a step in and suddenly everything hit me. Smoke, the horrid beer smell and the mix drinks weren't helping. Sweat and blood covered the floors, no lie. Glitter was falling from the ceiling and there was a DJ high in the air, dancing around as if nobody could see him. Low by Flo Rida blasted through the speakers. Olivia started dancing, and very sexually I may add. I shook my head and walked over to the bar. I sat down on a stool and leaned against the counter, watching men swarm her like mad as she wore her tight little dress. She bought that thing nearly three years ago, before babies, and before boys. When we were both promising each other to go to that one club down the street from us, but never ended up going. I swear she threw it away.

A short, plump guy walked over to me and sat beside me. He had on shades and his hair came to almost his shoulders. It was a mess of black hair, as if he'd just been attacked by monkeys that wanted his hair. I couldn't help but giggled as he turned towards me and wiggled his eyebrows. "How's it?" He asked, an Aussie accent flowing out. I almost melted at the sound of it.

"Well, I was dragged here. How does that sound?" I smiled, sweetly.

He chuckled. "I'd sure drag ya somewhere, sweet heart."

I laughed and shook my head. I swung my legs so the chair spun away from him, and over to watch the bar tender. It was a female, about my height. Her long, fire red hair falling in curls around her face and just barely touching her shoulders. Bright green eyes that reminded me of cats, and her skin just as pale as mine, maybe a little tanner. I couldn't help but watch her, her outfit fit her curves perfectly. Even though she was as skinny as could be, she had curves. It amazed me of how beautiful she was. I could only dream I'd ever be that pretty.

She walked over to me and leaned over, causing her B cups to show a little. "Can I get you something?" She asked. A small Irish accent could be noticed. I blushed and giggled.

"What do you like?" I asked.

She turned around and grabbed a few bottles. She poured them into a small cup and put a mini sword in an olive and handed it to me. "Try it, I just came up with it."

I held the small cup in my hands, feeling the coolness of the glass. I watched her then looked down at the alcohol she just poured and sniffed it. It was strong, but hopefully not too strong. I pressed the glass to my lips and let the liquid slide down the back of my throat, causing me to choke a little.

I took another gulp and it was gone. She smirked at me. "First time?" She asked.

"Drinking alcohol unless it's beer, yes. Yes, it is." I nodded and coughed a little. But it was good. My brain started turning ninety to nothing, and all bad thoughts pushed from my memory for now. I grinned and asked for another. She did as told and poured another.

One more cup later, I was on the dance floor. Dancing with some guy I didn't even know. Olivia had been sitting at a table with a girl I didn't know, I'm guessing a friend. I mean, I knew Olivia swung both ways, but honestly, I also knew she wouldn't date a girl. For one, she was with Nathan.

But right now, I wasn't caring. I shook my hips and wiggled my chest. My small boobs were nothing, but the men apparently liked them. I would tease them even more by almost pulling down the front of my dress, and then smirking and saying no at the last minute. A few tried to grab them, but I refused.

Before I knew it, I was leaning against a wall with a guy standing over me, pinning me. He smirked and kissed my neck and then my chest. I used my bottom half to bump him slightly, causing him to make a faint moaning sound in the back of his throat. "No, baby. Humping is my job." He smirked.

I smirked right back. "Too bad you won't get any of this, because I'm not for sale. You may try one of those bitches in the back." I jabbed my free thumb towards some doors where the really wasted chicks were.

"They're too easy. I like a fighter." He smirked. His beard scratched my chest a little. His brown locks touching my chin. Finally, I pushed him away with my body and started walking away. I wasn't looking for a fuck buddy, I just wanted a dance buddy. Olivia proved her time was up an hour ago, but I still wanted more.

I walked over to a table and sat down where Olivia was talking to that same girl. She was a dirty blonde with pin straight hair. She looked like a model, like one of those "I'm-too-good-for-you" models.

She slightly waved as I gave a small wave and turned towards Olivia. She gave me a serious face. "Don't get drunk." She repeated herself from earlier.

I shook my head and crossed my heart. "I swear, ma'am."

"Are you-- are you together?" The blonde asked. She seemed like she was having trouble talking. That's when I noticed an ear piece.

Olivia laughed and shook her head. "Best friends!"

We all giggled as that red head bar tender walked over and handed me a drink. "From me." She winked and walked back. I picked it up and there was a note stuck to it. With a number.