Okay, I have edited yet again!

Chapter one: Hot-dogs and wine

“She did what with what?" April Fisher asked in a voice that suggested she had never heard something so disgusting and equally dirty.

She sat Indian style on her soft white Egyptian cotton bedspread, with a glass of 1916 Margaux red wine in one hand. It was her mother’s most expensive wine, but April and her friends had been drinking wine since the age of thirteen and it was nothing out of the ordinary just to drink for fun. Plus, they needed something special to get over the hump day; the middle of the week is always so dull.

“She used a hot-dog, well the wiener part, to… you know," Bridget Granger told April and their other best friend, Brookelyn Walker. She giggled and drained what was left in her burgundy grand cru wine glass in a gulp.

Brookelyn giggled harder than Bridget did, and April wore a half-amused, half-disgusted look on her face. She took a large swig of her rouge liquid and remarked, “God, how could anyone be so disgusting? Is she really that desperate?"

She shook her head slightly, making her golden blonde hair fall in her face. She swept it out of the way and downed the remaining liquid in her glass with another large swig.

A white Persian cat poked its head in around the door and moved it open slightly with its tail. Its tail was stuck high in the air in a haughty way, as if to say, “Look at me. I’m the best!”

The snow white cat meowed and stretched before jumping up on the high bed. The kitty stepped over April’s legs and plopped itself onto to Brookelyn’s feet. Brookelyn looked at the cat and pushed it down.

“Get away you silly kitty,” She said trying to remove it from her legs.

The cat hissed loudly and swiped a paw at Brookelyn’s hands. She pulled her hands back and lifted up her foot – which the cat was sitting on licking its paws – and dropped it back down, causing the cat to make an even louder hissing noise.

“Brooke!” April cried hitting her leg, “Oh, come here Duchess,” She cooed picking up the cat that Brooke said had a grudge against her.

April told Brooke many times before that the reason for that would be because she put Duchess in a pool when she was a kitten and always tortured her, but Brooke believed it was because she was a bitch.

Brooke stuck out her tongue at the cat and rested her head against the foot of April's black wooden headboard. She undid the top button of her blouse, that she was wearing with her pink lacy underwear and sighed loudly crossing her legs.

Having been friends with Bridget and April for most of her life; Brooke did not mind the fact that she was only in her underwear and blouse, nor did the two other girls. They had seen each other naked on multiple occasions; it was nothing that made their cheeks turn red. They were sisters, well practically.

Brooke’s blue-gray eyes opened wide and she looked at Bridget.

“Did she use ketchup?" Her voice came out sounding like she had been just been told that she could have the pony that she wanted since third grade, overly excited “Or mustard or relish or cheese? Any kind of lube?"

She sat up straight and waited for an answer to her highly stupid and pointless question. Bridget half frowned and let out a laugh. April rolled her blue-green eyes and said in a very matter of fact tone:

“No Brooke, of course she didn't. It was raw. She couldn't use a boiled one for that,"

Brooke mouthed the word "Oh" and finished her bittersweet wine, which was making her light headed and stupid, in one gulp. Holding her glass between her legs she put her red-orange hair back in a loose ponytail and pushed her side-swept bangs back. She then eased back against the headboard sighing happily for no apparent reason.

The three girls sat in silence, none of them talking. Just sitting, doing their own thing. April poured some more wine for herself, probably thinking about the lack of sleep they were getting. Bridget started texting on her purple Sidekick, which was almost glued to her hands and Brooke was almost asleep.

Bridget stopped texting whoever else was up at two on a week night and asked "Do we have anything to eat?"

"Probably, but Pablo..." April began but was cut short from Bridget's questioning look.

"Wait, what happened to Pierre?"

April, May – April’s younger sister – and their mother, June had no clue what to do in a kitchen; besides how to make coffee, which a six year old could possibly do. After June burned down their old house five years ago, from trying to make a grilled cheese sandwich, she hired a live in chef to go along with their maid named Lucy and driver, Al.

April took the glass from between Brooke's legs and placed it on her beside table next to her alarm clock with red flashing numbers that read: two thirteen AM.

“He moved back to Paris to be with his lover," She said putting a French accent when saying lover.

Bridget's emerald eyes, lined with eyeliner, widened in surprise and amusement. "What? Pierre has a girlfriend?"

The idea of April's very feminine chef having a girlfriend was very odd to anyone who knew him. There was one time that the three girls had been in June’s room getting ready for a party and he came in and said,

“Oh. My. God! You girls look fabulous! But April, honey. Blue so does not go with blue eyes.” And walked out to finish cooking supper.

"No, his lover. He's gay; Mom walked in on him and his boyfriend kissing. So our hypothesis is proven to be right." April gave a sly smile. She took Duchess off her lap and pulled down her silky night shirt over her legs.

"I love Pierre. He was so sweet." Bridget smiled at April who smirked back.

The only reason Bridget loved Pierre was because he always wore stylish clothes and would be the best boyfriend a girl could ever have. He would know exactly what to buy for every occasion and be able to cook you anything you wanted. The only thing would be that every time you saw a cute boy, he would look at him too and he wouldn’t really be that into a girl.

Bridget placed her empty wine glass on April's beside table then shoved her curly chestnut brown hair up in a messy bun; that would take anyone else minutes to perfect. Bridget was often described as being Greek with her olive skin and loose curls. She looked like a goddess, that didn’t need any amount of make-up to look gorgeous.

She stretched out her legs – that were muscular from her waking up every morning at dawn to run – and hopped off April’s bed. She opened up a drawer from April’s black dresser and took out a pair of boxer shorts, which she slipped on over her underwear.

"Let's order Chinese then," She suggested climbing back up on April’s bed.

"I don't care, as long as we do not have hot-dogs," Brooke told them in a groggy voice. Bridget covered her mouth to make sure she didn't snort from laughing so hard and April shook her head grinning.

She patted Brooke's leg and finished her wine. "Don't worry, Brooke. We won’t be having them for a long time."

"Good," She said turning over on her side.

Bridget got into a giggling frenzy over that and it took her a few seconds to recover. “She is drunk," She told April, her lips still turned upwards from laughing.

"Way to state the obvious," April told Bridget picking up her i-phone and pressing the digits for Chinese food. Bridget giggled again and sighed as she listened to April calling out their usual to their favorite Chinese place.

Chapter two: Four hours of sleep does not cure drunkenness

Brooke lay on her stomach, listening to the blaring music that for a minute she had thought was in her dream. She moved her hand around looking for the source and began to pat the air next to her, but gradually moved it down until she was hitting something hard.

“Stupid alarm clock,” She muttered half asleep. She moved her nails along the smooth surface that was actually Bridget’s foot, in search of the snooze button.

Bridget giggled and moved around her feet, trying to get free from the tickling. “Stop it!” She cried, pulling her foot back quickly from Brooke’s tickling – trying to find the snooze button – which resulted in hitting Brooke in the face.

“Ouch!” Brooke complained covering her nose and mouth with both hands. “Bridget! That hurt.” She glared at her friend and rolled over on her back, releasing her hands from her wounded area.

She rubbed her nose and stuck her finger to the tip of her nostril to check for blood. When she was satisfied that there was none she looked at Bridget in a way that she thought looked scary but really looked quite funny.

Bridget laughed and said “I’m sorry, sweetie.” She blew a kiss to Brooke and sighed as she stretched her arms over the top of her head. She wiggled her body to the song on the radio – as if she were a belly dancer – then swung her long legs over the side of April’s high bed.

Brooke sighed and rolled over on her side. “Please hit the snoo-o-oze,” She said. Bridget did as she asked and Metro Station’s “Shake it” ended.

Brooke whispered, “Thank-you” before closing her eyes in an attempt to fall back asleep.

Bridget laughed again at Brooke, which was very popular in the last four hours, and walked out of April’s room. She turned left and stepped into a large chocolate brown bathroom, where April stood in a white blouse and underwear straitening her hair. Bridget stood next to her in the mirror and took her hair out of its messy bun. She picked up April’s tweezers and plucked a stray hair.

“Ew,” She said under her breath as she ran a hand through her matted curls.

April placed her CHI straitening iron down and turned to her side. She craned her neck to see the back off her hair. She looked at Bridget in the mirror. “Do you need a shower?” she asked running a hand through her now silky, smooth and straight hair.

“Yes,” Bridget replied.

“Does Brooke?” April asked.

Bridget shrugged her shoulders. “She went back to sleep when I left.”

April sighed and said, “Okay. You go in May’s bathroom and May can go in Mom’s. I’m going to get Brooke.”

Bridget nodded her head and left the bathroom. She walked down to the end of the hall and into April’s younger sister’s room, where she planned on taking a very hot shower. April switched off her straightener’ and walked into her own room, where Brooke lay looking dead. She opened the double doors to her walk-in closet and pulled one of her many royal blue skirts off a hanger. She slipped it on over her lacy underwear and stifled a laugh as a snore came from Brooke.

“Brooke, get up! We have to be in school in an hour,” She hissed to the sleeping red head, poking her sharply in the side. She stood next to the bed, her arms crossed under her double D chest.

Brooke popped open her blue-gray eyes and stared at the deep red walls; she moved her head slightly to look at April. She was already dressed and her black bra was visible through the thin cotton of the blouse.

“So?” She asked sleepily putting a pillow on top of her face, she had turned over on her back, and her arms were crossed under her perky B cups.

April plucked the fluffy pillow off of Brooke’s face. “So? You have to get up and get showered,” She proclaimed to Brooke impatiently.

“April!” Brooke whined.

“Up. Now. Shower.” April walked out of the room after she had sat Brooke upright and went into her mother’s master bedroom.

As soon as she left Brooke flopped back on bed and stared at the snow white ceiling. After several seconds of Brooke pondering and sniffing her armpits, she decided that deodorant would not cut it; she only made a decision about getting a shower this way if she was too tired to get up.

She heard April and May talking in the hall, then footsteps emerging. Brooke quickly got up off her toned ass, and zoomed across the room. She was just about walk out of April’s bedroom door when April showed up in the doorway. Brooke stood grinning at her and April sighed, taking Brooke’s hand.

“Come on sweetie, you stink,” She admitted to Brooke as she walked her out of them room and into her Private bathroom.

It contained a large stand up shower and a wide bath tub with jets that was perfect for parties; and was used on many school nights when a study group turned into a party with booze and pizza.

Brooke furrowed her brow and grumbled at April but didn’t speak. She just let April drag her into the bathroom so she could shower.

“Get in the shower, I’m going to get towels from Lucy,” April commanded letting go of Brooke’s hand and leaving the bathroom.

Brooke nodded her head looked around April’s bathroom that she had almost had sex in, two years ago.

It was April’s sweet sixteen and Brooke had just gotten very drunk for the first time. A guy – whose name had slipped her mind before he tried to take off her skirt – wanted to find some place private so they could “talk”. Brooke had let him drag her into the bathroom and she was going to do it with him, but when Bridget walked in with a few girls from school, it was like relief had taken over her body.

Brooke scratched the back of her leg with her other foot and looked at herself in the large mirror; where she had gotten ready for a day of school on countless other occasions. She turned to walk into the shower, but there seemed to be something stopping her.

“Ouch!” She yelped rubbing her forehead.

April came in through the door and dropped the towels that were in her hand on the floor. “Brooke! Why didn’t you open the door before you tried to go in?” She asked as she pulled open the glass shower door.

“It’s glass! I couldn’t see it,” Brooke argued rubbing her forehead vigorously. April sighed and began to undo the buttons on Brooke’s white blouse that she had slept in the previous night – well four hours.

Brooke batted her hand away, “I can do it myself,” She informed April trying to undo the next button. She fumbled for a few seconds before April finally took over.

“I can take off my panties and bra. Turn around,” Brooke said moving her index finger in a somewhat circular motion.

April grinned to herself and turned around so she was facing the wall and not Brooke. She smoothed out the royal blue viscose skirt that she was required to wear at her school and examined her manicured nails. Brooke’s grunting filled her ears and she bit her lip before a giggle escaped and before her boob’s popped out of her shirt from laughing so hard.

“The stupid bra is stuck,” Brooke yelled reaching her hands over her head. April smiled and went behind Brooke; she undid the bra in a quick second, all the time keeping her laughter in.

Brooke rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and crossed her arms under her bare boobs, “You make everything look so easy,” She grumbled. April laughed, knowing Brooke would not have said that without the wine, and reached her hand into the shower to turn the knob on cold.

“Get in,” She said stepping aside. Brooke stood there, looking dumbfounded. April groaned and grabbed Brooke’s arm to push her in. Brooke, who hadn’t expected it tried to come back out, but April had already shut the shower door on her.

Brooke squealed as she stepped into the icy water. “April, its cold!” She cried.

April placed two towels on the hook next to the shower and placed the other towel on the floor, so Brooke wouldn’t flood the place. She stood up looking in the mirror and said “Good, it will wake you up."

“I’m already awake, stupid!” Brooke shouted through the rushing water. She fiddled with knob until she had the hot water on full blast and steam was fogging up the glass.

April chuckled, “Oh my god, Brooke,” She said leaving the bathroom to let Brooke shower until she was kind of sober.