Oh hi there. Guess what. I lied...kinda. I'm going to update a chapter 12 as well, but that's it Unless I somehow think of something else. Then I would have lied to you all, and I would feel extremely bad for being such a mean person. ):

Anyway, I'm gonna post this and then give you the post-party. You already know what happens, but why not read? (Wink wink, nudge nudge...)

CAUTION: This is a T-chapter. Do not be angry about the one curse word in this chapter. I warned you all.

Chapter 11

~Fabian's POV~

"Pie's in the fridge, flower in the vase," Amber says as I walk into the kitchen.

"Oh. Thanks, I guess," I say. How she read my mind, I do not know. I walk over to the fridge and take out the plate of apple pie, then picking up a fork out of one of the drawers. I place that on a tray, along with a tulip from the vase.

I look out at the living room, where blaring music is playing, expecting to see at least one or two of my dancing housemates, but there is no one there, just an empty room with loud music.

"Where is everyone?" I ask.

I notice Amber shrug in the corner of my eye, so I ignore my curious thoughts and continue to gather my things to surprise Nina with.

As I begin to walk out, balancing the tray of food and flowers precariously on my hands, Amber stops me. "Why didn't you grab the strawberry pie? The entire party is centered around strawberries! That's why we made those strawberry jelly shots! And what about the rose? Fabian, c'mon, stick to the plan!"

She begins to chew on another strawberry, while I sigh, saying, "Amber, I'm really appreciative that you changed the party's decor, but Nina's told me her favorite flower is a tulip, so I decided on that rather than the rose."

Amber huffs as she finishes her strawberry. "Fine." She blinks and her face turns a bit pink. "But make sure that you bring the strawberries." She enunciates every word, as if to make sure I understood what she was saying.

I raise an eyebrow at her enthusiasm and that she does not realize that there are no strawberries left in the fridge, but I think nothing of it. "Okay. I'll see you in a bit."

I begin to walk to the staircase, shaking my head at my housemates strange behavior. I have my suspicions, of course, of why they are acting this way, but I am not going to bring it up, only to be shot down by their quick excuses. It isn't worth it.

I ascend the stairs to reach Nina's room but almost knock into Mara on the way. In only a t-shirt. With a bag of marshmallows, chocolate, and whipped cream in hand. We stare at each other, both of us fitting the pieces together.

I want to break this awkward silence, but my words come out in a stammering stream of words, "Um, uh, sorry Mara. I didn't mean to- Um, I'm just, uh- B-By any ch-chance-?"

"Jerome and I aren't doing anything!" she says quickly.

"I-I wasn't going to ask that," I answer, befuddled but turning red because I had thought of that, though I did not mention it.

"Oh, um, right," she says, blushing. "So what was the question?"

"D-Do you kn-know where Nina is?"

"In her room, I think. She walked up here with Joy, Patricia, and Mick a little while ago. Where were you actually? You were there for the surprise, but not for the dancing."

"I danced," I defend myself. "Not for long, but I did. I ended up spilling punch on my shirt, and had to change. So Amber-"

"-fretted over what you should wear. Yeah, I get it." Mara nods.

We stand there in an awkward silence, not sure what to do next. I glance at the apple pie, seeing one of the apple pieces slide out of its crust. I decide to break the silence once more because I do not want Nina to wait long for her pie.

"Well, I'd better get going," I say.

"Oh, r-right," she says. Mara moves out of the way for me, and I pass her on the way up.

When I finally arrive at the door of Nina's room, I hear a lot of loud talking inside. I groan as the hope that Nina is alone in her room slips away. Cannot be Amber: she's downstairs. Mara is with Jerome and they are . . . occupied with each other, for lack of a better word. Mara did say that Mick, Patricia, and Joy went up there with her a while ago . . .

"Joy," I groan, preparing for the worst. What has she made Nina do now? Jump around in just her shirt? Spread cheese on her head and sing to a stupid One Direction song? But what I find when I open the door is so much worse.

Nina's face is bright red as she waltz around the room, dancing with an empty vodka bottle like it is a real dance partner. She sings some stupid One Direction song; my sister's constant, obsessive stream of information tells me it is "One Thing." On top of everything, she has cheese on her head and is wearing her dress, though it is completely stained with unknown liquid.

She spins and sees me, a huge smile breaking across her face like I was the birthday present she had been waiting for. Or maybe it was the pie she was looking at? Or the flower?

"Fabian!" she drawls, her words stringing together as she teeters over to me. Throwing an arm over my shoulder, I am instantly assaulted by the strong stench of alcohol on her breath.

My fury ignites when I see Joy's smug face. I gently slip Nina's arm off of my shoulders, pointing an accusatory finger in Joy's face.

"This is your fault, isn't it?" I hiss angrily. She merely shrugs and grins even wider.

"It was mostly for fun. Nina is hilarious when she is drunk," Joy says, though I can hear her slurring a bit as well.

"I can't believe you would do this, Joy! And on Nina's birthday, too!"

Joy shoots unsteadily to her feet, holding the wall for support but not needing it in the end. She glares at me, her eyes still bright and alert, despite the however-many-glugs of alcohol she has had in the last hour or so.

"Excuse me, Fabian, but it is technically my birthday, too. For God's sake, we share the same birthday! And no one seems to realize it! Everyone just cares about loving, caring, brilliant Nina!" Joy shouts. "No one wants to talk about or even look at poor, lonely Joy. Oh no, no one cares about her! She might as well be a part of the wallpaper for all the attention she's getting around here!"

"So this is why you did this?" I laugh bitterly. "To get attention and have a good laugh? Is that how much you've changed?"

Joy seems to ponder the question for a few moments, then shrugs once more. "It is a party, after all. What else do you expect?"

"And besides, Fabes," Nina mumbles in my ear. I feel the weight of her arm against my back again, her lips at my ear. I cringe at the wet, hot breath against my skin. All of the other guys would probably think about how hot it is, but I am more concerned about the reasons why she is acting this way.

"It's so fun to drink. I neeeever knew it was this fun," she slurs. "Have you ever had a drink before?"

"No, I haven't. I'd prefer to be of age, like you encouraged me to do, Nina. We both told ourselves we'd wait until we were at least eighteen. But apparently having fun was of more importance to you."

"B-But Fabian," Nina whines. "It is so fun . . . Why are you being so mean?"

"Nina, come with me. Let's get you some water, so you won't have a hangover in the morning." I shoot a glare at everyone else in the room as I take her wrist in my hand, tugging her to the door, hoping her head will be a bit clearer once she gets some fresh air.

"No," she mutters.

"C'mon Nina," I urge.

"No!" she says, louder. She pulls her wrist out of my grasp, making me stumble back a bit.

"Stop being a party poop," Nina grumbles, crossing an arm in front of her chest and putting the bottle to her lips, even though there was nothing left inside of it.

I am too annoyed to correct her: "party pooper," but I sigh and try to reason with her.

"You don't want to be sick in the morning, Nina," I rationalize.

"Yeah," she agrees, taking the bottle out of her mouth. I hold out my hand, hoping she will willingly come along with me. "But I wanna have fun . . ."

"Nina," I start.

"I wanna be wild and free!" She dances around the room, squealing loudly like Amber at a shopping sale.

I grab her by the arm, gripping it tightly and pulling her out of the room. "Nina, seriously. I don't want you to get any sicker than you will be in the morning."

"But it's dark out, it's not morning. I can have fun!"

I groan. I try to steer her towards the door by the shoulders, but apparently she has enough sense to avoid my grasp and races out of the room.

"Nina!" I exclaim, praying that she isn't so incoherent that she falls down the stairs.

I follow her and am slightly relieved that I see her racing down the stairs. I am also worried that she will go outside and run into the road, or something horrible will happen if she leaves my sight.

After five minutes or so of searching outside, I come back into the kitchen to see Amber and Nina swaying back and forth, singing another One Direction song.

"Amber?" I exclaim, disbelief coloring my voice. "You as well?"

"Fabian," she begins. She plucks the last strawberry from the tray, putting it right in my face. "You need to try these . . . They are so good . . ."

"Not you, too," I grumble. "Nina, come on, don't be ridiculous. Please, come with me."

"No," she pouts.

I grab her by the legs and pick her up, bridal-style, while she screeches and thrashes in my arms.

"Put me down!" she shouts at me.

I stay silent until we reach the porch. I slam the door behind me with my foot, continuing down the stairs, and moving towards the hose on the side of the house.

I finally plop her back down on the ground. In the back of my mind, I hope she does not twist an ankle from her fall. She curses at me and holds the wall for support while I unravel the hose from it's container; turning the knob to high.

Then, I aim the hose at Nina, spraying her with icy cold water.

She screams, trying to shield herself with her arms to no avail. After a few moments, I turn the water off and face her, a stern expression on my face.

"What. The. Fuck. Was. That?" she spits at me, water spluttering from her lips. I can see that she is barely slurring her words now, but I can tell that her mind is still fuzzy. Her hazel eyes are still bleary like she has just awoken from a nap and was still groggy.

"I was hoping the water would wake you up a bit," I say calmly.

"Well, it did. And it was cold," she says, her words sounding much clearer than before. I can feel a cool wind against the skin of my neck, and, to me, it makes the evening heat nice and bearable. Nina, freezing cold, must be feeling a bit differently, however.

"I can't believe you would do that, Nina," I say.

Nina glares at me, hands rubbing her arm to create some warmth in her body. I have to fight the urge to come up and wrap my arms around her shoulders to warm her up. I cannot be weak about this, I tell myself. "Don't be so disappointed, it's not cute," she sneers.

I raise my eyebrows at her tone. "What's happened to you?" I say, surprised.

"I had fun, for once in my life. Real, teenage fun. You should try it sometime," she shoots back.

I have to swallow a lump in my throat before I continue. "If you're going to have 'fun'-" I form quotations with one of my hands. "-like this, I don't think we should be together."

Nina raises her head, eyebrows raised but not looking very upset. "You are breaking up with me?"

I nod. "Yeah. I am."

"Well, fine! Like I even give a fuck, Fabian!" she yells at me.

I only shake my head at her profanity, knowing that this Nina, this "fun"-loving Nina who wants to drink at parties and dance like a lunatic - this is not the Nina I care about, and, why not - let's just say it, love. I can't be with her.

I drop the hose at her feet and wake off, wishing that this was all just some crazy dream that I would wake up from in the morning.

Well, that was fun.

Okay. So last chapter or something is on its way. Jeez I am a weird author. When I get depressed and say, "Oh I give up blah blah" OF COURSE I COME UP WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER!

I mean, what the- Why does that-

-deep breath-

See ya in the next, maybe last, chapter...