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[sub][color=slategray]Featuring: [color=31ba9f]Jamie “That’s Not A Hickey” Callaghan[/color], [color=ba314c]Katie “I Did Not Just Have A Dream About Scott” Callaghan[/color] & [color=7eff9a]Noah “What Happened Last Night?” Nichols[/color]
With Special Guest Appearances By: [color=31ba5b]Henry “I Didn’t Raise Those Kids” Callaghan[/color] & [color=ba3191]Alison “Is That A Hickey?” Callaghan[/color]
Location: The Callaghan House[/color][/sub][/center][hr][hr]


[indent]As Marshall walked through his front door and let it close behind him, Katie unraveled herself from Noah’s unconscious form, and clambered up into the front seat. She looked over at her brother, who was staring glassy eyed at Marshall’s house, as if he was still hypnotized by Marshall Radley’s ass. Typical. [color=ba314c][b]“So I take it that tonight went well?”[/b][/color] she asked, smirking over at her lovestruck brother. Jamie looked over at her and rolled his eyes. [color=31ba9f][b]“It was… good,”[/b][/color] he said, a smug smile creeping up his face as he recalled the night’s events. Katie gagged. [color=ba314c][b]“Never make that face again! It was so gross! Ugh, I get it you got laid, Jesus Christ!”[/b][/color] Katie shouted, earning a shrug from Jamie.

Jamie laughed, and soon the two fell into a comfortable silence, listening to the late night radio, and letting the lights of the Hills pass by Jamie’s car, which was currently steering itself. [color=31ba9f][b]“So, what happened with Noah?”[/b][/color] Jamie asked, finally breaking the long silence. Katie turned around to look at her friend, who had passed out, his head lolled back and his mouth wide open as he took in breath after heavy breath. She’d found him curled up on a bed, fresh out of the shower, with JD watching over him. There had been some notable tension, but Noah wasn’t really in the state of mind to talk about it.

[color=ba314c][b]“Cassie Clark happened to Noah,”[/b][/color] Katie said, annoyed. [color=ba314c][b]“She got him trashed on a bottle of vodka she stole from the bar,”[/b][/color] she explained. 

Jamie nodded, before continuing with his interrogation. [color=31ba9f][b]“Should I even ask about the new clothes, or no?”[/b][/color]

Katie looked over at Jamie, and shook her head. That was an off limits topic. For once, she was done talking about Scott Lyon, and anything he did. For a few hours at least.

As Jamie’s car pulled itself through the Callaghan’s gate and into the driveway, Jamie turned to Katie and put a finger to his lips. The last thing they needed was their mom to find them bringing Noah inside, completely trashed. Katie had already let their mom know that Noah would be spending the night, lying and saying that study group had run late, and that Mrs. Nichols had an emergency meeting out of town, a fairly regular occurence. The two Callaghans got out of the car, slowly closing their doors, with as much stealth as they could muster, before Jamie went into the back, and got Noah out of the car, letting the younger boy lean into him as they headed inside.

The three teens stepped through the front door of the Callaghan home, only to find the two people they had most wanted to avoid. Henry and Alison Callaghan, awake, and angry. Jamie winced, and shook his head. This blew. Katie stammered, taken aback by the sudden sight of her parents, clad in their pajamas and slippers. Noah groaned. 

[color=31ba5b][b]“So, I take it study group was fun Katie? Jamie, how was Selena’s?”[/b][/color] their dad asked, his arms crossed and his voice stern. Katie chewed her lip for a moment, looking down at the floor, her stomach doing a full Olympic gymnastics routine. Rather than say anything, she chose to stay silent. Jamie, less of a stranger to his parents’ wrath, spoke up. [color=31ba9f][b]“You guys are up late,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, trying on a smile, only to be greeted by the harsh expressions on the faces of his mom and dad.

[color=ba3191][b]“A party? On a Tuesday night? Really?”[/b][/color] Alison said, her voice shaky, as if she was trying to restrain her rage. [color=ba3191][b]“I called Madison, because, you know I just had a hunch, and she’s tucked away in bed. No emergency meeting. So then I called Joy’s parents. Joy’s out with her boyfriend tonight. It didn’t take long to figure out that the Helmsleys were throwing a party.”[/b][/color]

[color=31ba5b][b]“You know what I always say? Right? Why I don’t like the Helmsleys, or the Greens, or even the Sterlings? It’s cause of this kind of shit! Throwing parties on yachts in the middle of the week! Just because we have all [i]this[/i],”[/b][/color] Henry hissed, gesturing to the lavish furniture and artwork that decorated the Callaghan’s home, [color=31ba5b][b]“doesn’t mean we’re gonna act like rules don’t apply to us. Neither of you are better than anyone else because your mother and I do well for ourselves. Neither of you are allowed to go out drinking and partying, just because we have money! I get it, you’re kids, and kids party, trust me, I know! But c’mon? Lying to us? Going out, on a Tuesday night? I didn’t raise those kids.”[/b][/color]

Jamie and Katie had both taken a special interest in their shoes during their dad’s tirade, and once he was done, they mumbled out their apologies, swallowing nervously as they hung in the air. Finally, their mother stepped forward, shaking her head. [color=ba3191][b]“We can talk tomorrow, after everyone’s had some rest. Get Noah to sleep, and make sure he has some water,”[/b][/color] she said, before walking up stairs and back to bed, followed by their dad. Once they were gone, the two siblings shared a grimace, wrinkling their noses at how poorly that went. Silently, they climbed the stairs, Katie heading into her room, while Jamie brought Noah into his.

Inside his room, Jamie laid Noah down on the floor, slipping a pillow under his head, and tossing a blanket over him as well. He retrieved a bowl from downstairs, as well as a glass of water, and left them both by his head, in case any trouble arose in the night. With Noah squared away, the journalist slipped out of his jeans, and shirt, pulling a t-shirt over his head, and collapsed into his bed. He couldn’t help but smile, despite the show that had just gone down. It had been worth it. Jamie drifted off into a deep sleep, as Noah mumbled about green hair and liars, and Katie pondered about whether or not hot chocolate was an aphrodisiac. 

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The morning came faster than Jamie would have liked, but as the sound of windchimes and birds burst from the speakers in his walls, Jamie got out of bed, rubbing the drowsiness from his eyes. On the floor, Noah was slowly sitting up, his hair a mess, and his eyes underlined by dark circles. Jamie smirked at the younger boy. [color=31ba9f][b]“Rough night?”[/b][/color] he asked, to which Noah replied with a groan, his throat dry and his voice hoarse. 

Jamie got the shower first, and after letting the hot water rinse away the initial resistance to the day, he got out, toweling himself off before wrapping the towel around his waist. In his room, Noah was sitting in the beanbag chair, waiting for his turn. Jamie walked into his closet, looking for an outfit, one that said “Yes, I did make out with a cute boy last night.” 

[color=7eff9a][b]“Jamie?”[/b][/color] Noah said his friend’s name from just outside the closet, his slender frame peeking in. Jamie turned in response, awaiting a question. [color=7eff9a][b]“Is Cassie Clark, like, a gossip?”[/b][/color] the younger boy asked, concern written across his forehead in neon sharpie. Jamie bit his lip, before answering, [color=31ba9f][b]“Noah, Cassie probably has no recollection of anything you said or did last night. Don’t worry,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, before turning back to his clothes.

Noah, his fears somewhat put to rest, took his shower next, then came out to find that Jamie had left an outfit for him to wear out on the bed. While he changed, Jamie and Katie had found their mom downstairs, making breakfast for the twins. [color=ba3191][b]“Oh boys, say good morning to your brother and sister, who don’t know how to follow the rules,”[/b][/color] she said, her voice unnervingly cheery. The twins made faces at their older siblings, taunting them, while Jamie and Katie winced, and waited for Noah to come down.

[color=ba3191][b]“Is Noah alright?”[/b][/color] Alison asked, her voice tinged with genuine concern this time. She’d been a teenager too, she knew what it was like to wake up with a hangover. She had more sympathy than her husband, not that that made her any less pissed off.

Jamie nodded. [color=31ba9f][b]“He’s in the shower, I gave him some of my clothes. I’m sure he feels like shit, but he’ll live,”[/b][/color]

Alison looked at her two oldest kids and sighed, shaking her head in disappointment. [color=31ba9f][b]“Oh come on! We didn’t even come home drunk! We’ve gotta get points for that,”[/b][/color] Jamie argued, following his mother as she brought hash browns over to the twins, who shouted with excitement at the food. 

[color=ba3191][b]“We’ll just ha-Jamie! Is that a hickey?!”[/b][/color] Alison shouted, looking at her son in shock. Jamie, unaware of whatever his mom thought she saw, turned to Katie, who winced. Oh no. He ran to the downstairs bathroom, and looked in the mirror. Sure enough, right at the point where his neck turned into his collarbone, a dark purple mark rested, telling everyone the story of his night. [color=31ba9f][i]Oh fuck me.[/i][/color]

Soon enough, Jamie came back to the kitchen, his face contorted into an expression of embarrassment, and for once, speechlessness. [color=31ba9f][b]“I can’t confirm, nor deny, whatever you may have seen,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, after a moment of silence while he gathered his thoughts. His mom rolled her eyes and shook her head and mumbled, [color=ba3191][b]“As long as it’s not AJ.”[/b][/color]

The Callaghans were saved from further discomfort by Noah, who bounded down the stairs, backpack slung over his shoulder and Jamie’s clothes covering his body. They were a smidge too big, but what was he gonna do. Alison smiled at Noah, and waved. [color=ba3191][b]“Hi Noah, pleasure as always,”[/b][/color] she said cheerily, earning outraged looks from her two children.

[color=31ba9f][b]“Oh, so he comes home drunk and it’s fine, but I get one hickey and it’s the end of the world!”[/b][/color] Jamie said, the exasperation clear in his tone. 

Alison tilted her head to the side, and stared Jamie down. [color=ba3191][b]“[i]He[/i] is not my kid, Jamie Callaghan. [sub]Going out on a Tuesday night, getting hickeys everywhere.[/sub] You probably didn’t use a condom either! At this rate, I’ll just sign you both up for rehab now!”[/b][/color] she said, switching from a mumble to a shout. God, Katie really did get it from somewhere.

[color=31ba9f][b]“Mom, you’re being dramatic, and we’re gonna be late,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, grabbing his backpack off one of the kitchen chairs, before heading out the door, Katie and Noah following close behind, Alison shouting her goodbyes after them.

Inside the car, Jamie groaned as he looked in the pulldown mirror, shaking his head. Katie silently pulled out foundation from her bag, and placed it in her brother’s lap. [color=ba314c][b]“Comeon Jay, dab some foundation on there and stop being a bitch baby,”[/b][/color] she said, shaking her head.

[color=31ba9f][b]“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed,”[/b][/color] Jamie said, as he opened the foundation and applied some over the hickey, doing his best to at least make it seem less noticeable.

[color=ba314c][b]“You could say that,”[/b][/color] Katie replied, before the voice of Jamie’s Assistant, Victoire, filled the car. 

[color=ace3d8][b]“Jamie, you have a text from Marshall? Would you like me to read it out loud?”[/b][/color] she asked. 

[color=31ba9f][b]“Go ahead Vic”[/b][/color]

[color=ace3d8][b]“Hey, can I get a ride, my car’s at school?” Wow, already giving him rides to school? Okay,”[/b][/color] Vic said. Why the fuck did they ever think giving AI personalities was a good idea? Jamie shook his head, but couldn’t hide the smile that was creeping up his face. [color=31ba9f][b]“Tell him that that can be arranged,”[/b][/color] Jamie responded.

[color=ba314c][b]“Does this mean I have to sit in the back again?”[/b][/color][/indent]