Our Little Secret

Casey Scott

Hello beautiful :3

I'm Casey Scott.

Seventeen years young.

Currently taken by a boy named Erik Mitchell.Have been for the last

six months.

He has his flaws,of course. I don't expect him to be perfect. Never did. But his flaws are

sometimes hard to ignore.

When he's drunk, he gets into fights over stupid things, like if he thinks that a boy is looking at me the wrong way as if he was checking me out then he'll start a fight with them,just because of that. He's easily pissed off. He has a short temper and if always expects to get his own way. Other then those few things, he's a good boyfriend. Not great. He's good. He'll attempt to cheer me up if I'm down, not that it always works but I appreciate his effort and he'll try to comfort me if I need someone to do that. I live with my mom. My parents are divorced. My dad lives across the state, so I only see him on holidays like Christmas etc. My parents don't hate each other, they just separated because they knew that they were living a lie. They weren't right for each other and they never have been. Their love isn't the same as other couples.. It's only a family/friendly type thing. I guess that's life. That's it from me.

Anderson Mitchell.

'Sup?

The name is Anderson Mitchell.

I'm nineteen.

Right now I live with my dad since he's getting re-married to a

whore he met at some club a few months ago, a nineteen year old

living in house isn't exactly part of their plans which is why I'm moving back to my mom, Joan

and her husband Brian and younger brother, Erik. I haven't seen them in about a year. Not like

I care. My mom is still trying to control me, Brain continues to act like my dad and me and

Erik just never got along.

I can be sweet when I want to be. The sweetest damn thing you've ever met ;)

I'm not afraid to fall in love, unlike most guys. Hell, it's going to happen sometime.

I smoke. I drink and I party. Hey, I'm still young.

That's bout it.

Introduction

I pushed my way through the crowds of people that filled my boyfriend, Erik's house. Music

filled the house, making everyone's voices seem almost non-existent. Erik's parents loved to do

this, throw massive parents for themselves and their son.

This occasion was different from the usual party that they had just to fill their time with. This

time, they've decided to throw a party to celebrate Erik's brother coming home from his dads

house to stay with his mom, step dad and brother for the first time since his mom, Joan and his

step dad, Brain got married.

I gave the people that I knew a smile as I passed by, giving them a quick wave occasionally.

Most of the people here were from my school, no doubt Erik invited them. The rest were family

members.

How Erik's family managed to put up with drunken teenagers running wild around the house

was beyond me.

I pushed my way through the crowds of people, making my way into the kitchen where I knew

Erik would be. That's were they kept all of the alcohol.

"Erik!" I yelled over the music, my lips curving into a smile.

He turned his attention away from his group of friends that were huddled around him and the shots that were lined up on the counter to look at me. His lips forming a easy smile. I stared at the shots that were lined up on the counter, waiting to be scarfed down by Erik and his friend's,no doubt. The thought of it made my stomach twist. We both know how he gets when he drinks just the slightest bit of alcohol. I knew, hell, we both kow that he can't handle it. He knows damn well that I hate him when he's drinking, which makes me wonder why he still does it.Erik said something to his friends before he walked over to me, a easy smile forming on his lips. He reached out his arms, grabbing my waist with his hands and pulled me towards him, pressing my body against his. "You look gorgeous baby." He whispered to me. I could smell the alcohol in his breath, making my wince slightly as I slowly wrapped my arms around his neck. "You've been drinking.." I mumbled to him, stating the obvious. "Juss' a lil'. He chuckled, pressing his lips to mine, stopping me from saying anything more. Even though he was boyfriend and I should enjoy kissing him, knowing that he was half shit faced at this stage, turned me off of the entire idea. He pulled back, smiling at me as he took my hand and pulled me over to his friends who were laughing and joking amongst themselves. "Have a drink babe." Erik urged, handing me a bottle of Jack Daniels. I shook my head, pushing it away from me. Making his friends snicker to themselves as they watched me refuse Erik's attempts to get me to have a drink. "C'mon." He whined, "One drink won't hurt you baby.. I promise." I looked between Erik and his friends and glanced down at my hand in his, knowing that this would be an extremely long night without a few bottles of alcohol. I sighed heavily as I took the bottle out of Erik's hands, making him smile and his friends cheer drunkily before laughing at themselves. One drink won't hurt...