"Ave, Ave," I slurred, grabbing her tiny hand. Everyone had passed out on us a few hours ago, leaving us all to our lonesome at four o'clock in the morning. "Tell me more about yourself."

The moment we walked through the door tonight, Avory informed me that she'd never had a drink in her life. Naturally, I made her a mixed drink to change that. She nearly threw up after the first two sips, then she got really emotional. By the second drink, she made me dance with her, by the third drink she was giggly and flirty. Now, I had lost count and she'd become oddly open with me. I liked drunk Avory. She was an awesome chick.

"Whatcha wanna know?"

"Hm," My body fell backwards, making the contents of my cup slosh around. I brought the beverage to my lips and drank at least half of it, just to make sure I didn't lose any. "Why are we your last hope? I mean, if things don't work out here, why can't you go to a new home?"

"Six homes is a lot to go through. Should you guys decide you don't want me anymore, that'll be seven." Avory's hazy eyes became clouded with sadness. "My first home wasn't so bad. I was with an elderly couple, very nice people. Buuut, age caught up to them. Sid, the old man, went first. Shortly after his wife followed."

"Can you tell me the story of every home you've been in, Ave?"

She nodded her head, chugging down what was left in her cup. She attempted to hand it to me, though her hand fell and she ended up tossing it. I chuckled to myself and refilled her up. Half Watermellon Vodka, half redbull. She grinned as I handed it back and sat it down in between her legs. I was anxious to hear her story.

"My second home wasn't so nice. I was with a family that had two adopted children and one real son. I was the oldest of them all, and I wasn't someone they had picked out, so I spent most of my time being ignored. The little boy tried to say I was stealing from him when I wasn't, so they kicked me out."

"That's it? That simply?"

"Yeah. By my third home, I was so used to the routine that I didn't care. They didn't have any kids, but they sure had a drug problem. Mommy-Dearest put me in therpay and took all the pills I was given for my depression. Family four, you know, once CPS found out that she was uding me for drugs, was okay. They were super Christian and I am not. They thought I was evil. I was sent away. Family five I actually really enjoyed as much as family one, but the man of the house got a job in California, which meant I had to stay. It was heartbreaking, even more so when I was placed with family number six. People who took in kids like me for the money but didn't spend any of it on us. The state thinks I'm the problem, so this is my last chance. If I blow it, I'm screwed until I'm legal."

I sat there staring at her for a long moment. I didn't realize how much trouble it was just to take in a kid. I mean, my parents did it and we were doing fine. Sure, Avory was reserved, but my mom didn't expect anything different and my dad was only concerned about how I would react. They took her in on a whim. My mother caught word through town gossip that a young girl needed a home. Said young girl is now considered my sister. At least I got over how much I hated her when I actually met her. Why did no one else attempt to do so for her sake? Poor Ave.

"To have been through so much crap.." I sighed, shaking my head. "I think you're turning out all right."

"Yeah, you say that now because I'm drunk. Tomorrow I'll regret talking to you and we'll go back to not speaking."

"Hey!" I smiled, pushing her small body. "I've tried to create a friendship with you. You're the one who is silent."

"I know, I'm sorry. I just think it's gross."

"What?"

"You know," Avory flicked some hair away from her neck and took a tiny sip from her cup. I think we both knew if she drank the whole thing it'd be game over for her. "How many girls you've been with. I thought that maybe you didn't see girls as objects. I guess I was wrong."

"It's not even like that," I frowned, looking at the floor. "I have been with a lot of chicks, but only because people loosen up when they're drunk and.. well, I like sex. It makes me forget my problems. I don't usually think about the problems that follow when we wake up the next morning. I'm honestly interested in all the girls I've been with when we first meet. Then, something changes, and I don't want them anymore."

"You know what, Alex?" Ave smiled gently, alcohol flowing through her brain. "You might just be as screwed up as I am."

"Gee, thanks."

"Yep. Now I know to always clean the toilet seat when you come out. Don't wanna catch anything!"

"Oh, that does it!" I smirked, throwing my body at the girl. She sat her cup aside just in time for my body to come crashing down on her. "Take it back!"

"Never!"

I grabbed her small arms and pinned them above her head. Avory wiggled and kicked, trying like Hell to get out of my grasp, but I wasn't having it. Instead, I straddled her waist and smiled down at her.

"Take it back," I whispered, leaning closer to her face. "Or I'll never let you up."

"Then I guess I'm never getting up," she smiled. "Because I'm never taking it back."

It was a blurred moment of intoxication. I'm not even sure how it happened, but somehow Avory and I met in the middle. Our lips were colliding in a perfect rythem. Her hands were free from my own and they weren't shy about going under my shirt to touch my chest. I could taste the alcohol on her tongue.

"I've never done this before," Avory whispered, pulling her face away from my own. "Literally. I've never even made out with someone before."

"I'll teach you," I whispered, standing up. She allowed me to pull her up and led her to the nearest bedroom. I was thankful it was empty. "Just relax."

Avory nodded, her teeth digging away at her lip. She was nervous, that was obvious, but for some odd reason, so was I. I gently led her to the bed and sat her down, crawling on top of her. Trailing kisses down her neck, I began to rub her breasts with my hands, making the shy virgin moan. The sound of her breath growing heavy made me long for her.

"Can I see you?" I sat up, looking down at her green eyes. "All of you. In the moonlight."

She nodded, but barely, and slipped off of the bed. Admittedly, I probably looked like a little kid watching a scary movie for the first time. My eyes were big, my body was shaking and I knew I wouldn't be able to look away. Her jeans came off first, revealing a white pair of underwear. Next was her shirt, which revealed a matching bra. She glanced at me, seeing if I was still interested, and I was. Inhaling deeply, she slowly moved her fingers to the clasp of her bra. The garmet slipped of her skin with ease. Now she really had my attention. Her bones were visible through her flesh- Without the shirt, she was much smaller than she appeared to be, if that were even possible. Her breasts, because of the lack of meat on her bones, were fairly small, but they were perky and added perfect shape to her small frame. If anything, they were big for her size. From here, my eyes trailed to her obvious hip bones, where her fingers gently slid down into her panties. They slid slowly to her ankles.

Ave's lower body, well, it was perfect. She had recently shaved, which I could tell because of how smooth her skin appeared. Even though I wanted to keep staring, she crossed her legs so her private area was hidden. I assumed she wasn't comfortable feeling so exposed. I wanted to tell her she didn't have to worry about that with me, but I let my lips do the talking instead. Pulling her body back to the bed, I kissed her deeply, laying her back flat on the blanket.

She seemed to grow a little more confident now, knowing that I'd see every inch of her body and I still wanted it, so her fingers removed my clothing so I was nude with her. This tiny, perfect, broken girl under my body was hungry to taste the things that normal teenagers already had. She wanted me to be the one to show her what romance was made of. I felt guilty, because this probably wasn't the right time for her to lose her virginity, but I couldn't control myself. I wanted her just as much as she wanted me.

"Alex," she moaned, wrapping her legs around my waist. "Fuck!"

If I had knowing thrusting into Avory that night would cause so many problems, I'd have found myself another random hook-up and left her to fend for herself. But not even she could deny that the pure bliss we felt that night would leave us on cloud nine for weeks to come.

Notes

I REALLY wanted to add a lot more smut to this, but I'm not sure how you guys feel about that, sooo. This is all you get. :P