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Warning: This story will contain sexual themes. I will put a warning up if there is a steamy chapter. Not for a little while, but hey we never know ;)

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Chapter 1: Vacation

*{Ally}*

"Trish! Are you crazy?" I shouted just as she pressed the 'Confirm Order' button. I was too late to stop her, she already booked everything. She had the plane tickets, the hotel, and the rental car all set. Now all she had to do was pack my suitcase. Which I would have to fight her for, if I wanted to make sure I wasn't mistaken for a whore when we went on our little 'vacation' as she called it.

"Come on Ally, you need to live a little." She said, closing my laptop and stretching out on the couch. "And you should be thanking me."

"Why? You used my credit card." I muttered, snatching up my computer and heading towards my bedroom.

I kicked the door open, setting my laptop down on my desk and flopping onto my bed. Why did Trish always have to drag me into things? Now that everything was paid for, I had to go. Or else she'll take her boyfriend with her. Wait, I forgot. They broke up two weeks ago. Maybe she was having a 'crisis' and needed some girl time.

Trish came into my room and sat on the bed next to me. She didn't say anything, but she just looked at the ceiling. I knew she was thinking about something, but I didn't know what. I sat up, ruffling my hair with my hand.

"What are you thinking about?" I huffed, breaking her train of thought.

"I was making a mental checklist of thing I'm gonna need, and casinos we need to check out." She answered, giving me a mischievous smile. "We just scored three whole weeks in Vegas! And at a cheap price too! Can you believe our luck?"

"Yeah…luck." I rolled my eyes, getting up to grab my songbook. I had to scribble down a few song lyrics that popped into my head.

"Ally, you have to stop being so stubborn." Trish scolded me, snatching my book from my hands and shutting it closed. "And you really need to stop writing all the time. It's scary to see that you spend most of your time with this book." Trish hands it back to me, but I know she expects me to keep it shut.

"I'm sorry. It's involuntary sometimes." I set my book aside, resisting the urge to write in it again. "But really Trish, sometimes you're too rash."

"Nope, I'm just the perfect amount of reckless." Trish flipped her hair cockily. "And you know I make your life interesting."

I sighed; she was right. My life was interesting, considering all the crazy stuff she's pulled me into. One time we went skinny dipping in the pond at the park, all because she dared me to. But it was one of those dares where you're like 'Why not?' and you do the dare without thinking. Looking back on it, I'm glad it was nighttime and no one was around.

But that fact I was only sixteen when she dared me, kind of freaked me out. Now that I was twenty-one and legally an adult, imagine all the stuff she could make me do. I was afraid after some of her persuading I would find myself in jail. I didn't look good in orange nor would I be able to handle prison food. I'm serious; I rather eat my foot off.

Aside from that fact, we were still in college. We both attended Barry University, (*) but we lived off campus. We've always talked about sharing a room in the dorms, but when we learned you're assigned roommate, we change our plans. We rented a cheap apartment in the suburbs of Miami. It was a three bedroom, two bathroom apartment which was a little too big for us, considering the fact we barely manage to pay rent as it is.

But Trish and I each got our own bathroom, and her sister sleeps over. A lot. So we use the extra room as a guest bedroom. We have a nice building manager, and she's a sweet old woman who helps us out when we were a couple hundred dollars short on rent. I always have to work double shifts, sometimes triple shifts, at my job most of the time. I even have to work as a waitress, at a restaurant called Melody Diner, on the weekends. Which is the time I used to study for school.

Yeah, we struggled a bit. I also worked part-time in my dad's music store, while Trish jumps from job to job. She has a long list of jobs she's been fired or quit from, so I rather not run through them. Together, we somehow manage to scrape together fifteen-hundred bucks for rent. Now that Trish went and bought this vacation to Vegas, there went the rent for the next six months.

Three months' rent for the tickets, rental car, and hotel, which are supposed to last for three weeks. Three months' rent for all the money we were going to lose gambling, partying, and shopping. Shit! I was starting to get a migraine. I headed towards the kitchen to grab some Advil. (**) I took two and chugged down a glass of water. How were we going to make up six months' pay in three weeks?

I know I don't have the very best of luck, but I knew we wouldn't win anything. We could win what, maybe a couple hundred bucks but no more than that. I would have to ask my parents for a little help. And I hated doing that to them. I told them I could handle being independent, that Trish was responsible, (I don't know what I was thinking at the time) and that we could handle ourselves. But no, I screwed up big time.

Trish sat on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar. She watched me as I had a mental breakdown. I started to wonder if the Advil was really working. If not, then I probably need to start buying something else. I should probably do that today, our flight left in three days. I met Trish's gaze, that's when I finally caved.

"What?" I questioned, massaging my temples warily. "You better not tell me you maxed out my credit card."

"No, I've got the rest of the expenses covered." She answered, examining her nails casually. "I sold one of my family's priceless family heirlooms for cash. We've got ten grand in the bank, baby!"

My eyes widened at what she just said. Ten thousand dollars? We had that much cash in the bank? So I didn't have to swallow my stubborn pride and tell my parents about our dilemma if things went bad in Vegas? I let out a sigh, and looked up at Trish gratefully.

"You know," I paused to drink another glass of water, "You could have told me that before I started having a mental breakdown?"

"Hey, you're the one who's flipping out." Trish held up her hand in innocence. "Besides we really need to start packing."

"Trish, we're not leaving until Wednesday." I explained, giving her one of my confused faces.

"Yeah funny story…" She looked away from me avoiding my gaze. "The Wednesday deal was more expensive, so I settled for the Sunday deal. Our plane leaves in nine hours."

I checked the wall clock; it read 10:34 a.m. We were leaving at eight, and we needed to get pack! Damn it, Trish! I made a mental note go ballistic on Trish later; now, I had to go pack for Vegas. I sprinted off to my room, slamming the door shut and locking it. I didn't want Trish coming in and packing my closet for me.

I tossed some jeans, shorts, dresses, heels, a pair sneakers, flats, a sweater, t-shirts, blouses, and just about the rest of my closet, onto my bed. I lugged my giant suitcase from under my bed, scurrying over to my dresser to grab some pajamas and underwear. For some reason, only the underwear I had in there, were the ones Trish and my mother got me for birthdays and Christmas presents.

They were matching lingerie sets of lacy underwear and bras. Trish must've taken all my other stuff out when I was in the kitchen. I opened another drawer, which was wear I kept swimwear, and looked into it. Yup, all my one pieces were gone. All I had were the tiny bikinis Trish put in there. Just to make sure, I went back to me bed. Sure enough, my dresses were replaced by small cocktail dresses.

"Fuck." I cursed, throwing everything into my luggage. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

I slammed the lid down closed, zipping it tight and putting a lock on it. I wasn't going to let Trish mess with my wardrobe any more than this. I dragged all my crap out into the living room, where Trish sat on the couch watching TV.

"Aren't you going to pack?" I asked her, wiping the sweat that accumulated on my brow.

"Nope, did that yesterday." She said, flipping through the TV guide.

"What?!" I yelled, my eyes bulging from my skull. "We didn't even buy the tickets until an hour ago."

"Nah, I bought them last night." I flopped onto the couch, too tired to kick Trish's ass.

"Then, what were you doing on the computer today?"

"I was checking my email. Got the conformation email last night, but I forgot to check it."

"Trish, I swear, if this trip goes wrong, I will leave you in Vegas."

"Yeah…you do that."

With that, we lazed around for an hour before cleaning up the house. We did a triple check to make sure we had everything and I did six sweeps around the house to make sure I had everything I wanted to take. I put my songbook into my carry-on bag, along with my laptop and charger. I really did hope Trish would be right about this vacation. She said we were lucky, but I doubt it. To my dismay, I was wrong.

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