Chapter 1 :

Give that bottle your little devil! Alfredo snarled while he chased his best friend up and
down the house.

Not a chance man Justin shouted, running away from his persecutor, with a bottle of old Jack
in one hand and in the other a portrait of himself, that he had earlier, taken from his bedroom.

You know that youre not old enough to drink, Justin!!Justin!!Come back here! Dont you
make me to call your mother, you know I will! Come on dude, it is your third bottle, enough is
enough youre not ...already...walking straight. Losing his breath, Alfredo stopped giving up
his prey and went to go find Ryan, he would know what to do, this Selena situation went too
far this time.~

The door bell rang. I take it! This been said, Alfredo left Ryan with a semi-conscious Justin on
the living room