"Catherine! Get down stairs right now!" I yell right when the door shuts.
"Why?" She yells back from her room. A single pair of footsteps sounds on the second story.
"Because I need to talk to you. Now." I shout back with urgency.
"About what?" She asks in a normal voice when she reaches the last step. I walk over to her, then pull her to the living room. "Sit."
She sits in the large armchair Andy and I first kissed in a few days ago, her posture signifying annoyance. "What!"
"You're a prostitute." I say bluntly. Her eyes widen and Catherine shakes her head rapidly. "Nonononono! Where the fuck did you hear that?"
I can tell her answer was too quick.
"One of your friends at the mall."
"Who?"
"Some guy with dark hair... I don't know. Just tell me the truth."
She bites her lip, contemplating something. "I am not a prostitute."
I raise an eyebrow and ask slowly,"Then why would someone say you were."
"Because they're a asshole." She rolls her eyes. "You can't believe everything you hear. You should know that."
"Why? Were you the one that told everyone Andy and I had sex?" I hear her sigh. She did! Bitch!
"No, Shelby did."
"Oh please. You know I can read body language." I snap. What happened to my sister? Or do I just never know her...
"You know what. I didn't. Shelby told everyone at the party last night while you two were kissing that you paid Andy to date you. And that you were up there having sex. No one listened to me when I told them she was lying because I was less drunk than her." I sit down on the edge of the couch, listening to her ramble on. "And drunk people tell the truth, you know? So I guess she told everyone that Andy also paid you to have sex with him because you didn't want to. And Shelby said that he felt you up in the hot tub in front of some of the other cheerleaders, while you were making out. Then you stormed upstairs. I know Shelby gets kinda bitchy when she is drunk but that went too far. And she doesn't remember saying any of it."
"Shelby hates me." I mumble. I wonder if Catherine knows why.
"No, she's just jealous because you have Andy." She says nervously.
I sigh, biting my lip before saying, "but how us she jealous so much over a guy that I've seen her flirt with twice?"
"Uhhh..." Her lip bite shows that there's something else that I don't know and that she's not going to tell.
"Does Shelby even remember any of it?"
She shakes her head.
"So you never answered my question, why would someone tell me that you are a prostitute if you aren't?" I know there was something wrong with her answer.
"Because I did it once." She mumbles, ashamed. "I didn't even know it though. And you cannot tell anyone! He payed me after we had sex and I don't even know why still."
"You're 17 and I really don't understand how you could have slept with so many people." I mutter, "the world today is so messed up its not even funny."
"Because I lost my virginity when I was 13." She huffs. Suddenly my sister stands up and storms out of the room.
13! That's way younger than I thought she would have! That's way too young! How did she even- what should I-?
I get up after a few minutes of thinking, yelling after her. "Catherine!" I run up the stairs, pounding on her door where I hear muffled sobs through the other side. The door is locked but the one through our bathroom is open.
"Catherine, I'm coming in." I coo while opening the door. She is in a heap of sheets on the bed, sobbing. Her tear stained face looks up.
"Leave me alone." The whispered words don't convince me. Taking a seat on the bet near her I rub her back.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything by asking you. I was just worried that-" I'm just going to make her feel worse! Ugh!
"I'm going to get you some water." I mumble, getting up and walking back into my room.
Indiana: Andy can you come back. I don't know how to make c feel better... I don't do well with crying people.
Andy: wait! Is she a prostitute!?
Indiana: no, well I'll explain when you get here.
Andy: I'll be right there.

After that text, I make my way down to the kitchen to get her some water, first stopping outside to smoke. The smoke calms my panicking mind. Before I finish the cigarette a pair of arms with a few tattoos peeking out of the long sleeves wrap around my waist from behind. Andy pecks my cheek and whispers, "hey Indie."
"You're going to keep calling me that aren't you?" I tease, dropping the cigarette on the cement and turning in his arms. "Hi." We lean in to a quick kiss. Catherine yells from inside, "Indiana? Where are you?"
Andy sighs, remembering why he is here. "We should go inside then." I tell him quietly.
"So what happened that you needed me over here?" He asks sweetly when I try to walk inside, not letting me go.
"Well, she was a prostitute once... Some guy payed her after they had sex." His eyes widen as I continue.. "She said she doesn't know why. But she ran away from me crying a bit later when she told me she lost her virginity at 13."
Andy stammers, "13? That's- what?"
"That's what she told me.. I didn't even ask her though. I thought out loud how she had had sex so many times if she was only 17 and-" I sigh, "and that's what she said."
"that's really young." He mumbles to himself while pulling me into a hug. His lips press against the top of my head. "I need to go talk to her." I mumble into his chest. I look into his bright blue eyes and quickly peck his lips then lead Andy inside. Quickly grabbing a glass of water on our way up to her bedroom.
"Catherine?" I walk in through the bathroom door to find her in the same position as she was when I went downstairs.
"Go away." She groans, "and him too."
"Catherine, we want to help you." I know as soon as I say that it was the wrong thing to say.
"There's nothing to help! There is nothing fucking wrong with me!" She suddenly shouts, sitting up from her heap. Her glare pierces through me. Andy sighs and sits on the bed next to her, telling me to do the same. He takes one of her hands in his. "Catherine, you are obviously upset about something. Can you tell us what it is?"
"I don't want to talk to you." She snaps and pulls her hand away. "Asshole."
"Come on, just because he's dating me you don't have to hate him and get all over protective." I place a soft hand on her shoulder, "there's no reason to hate Andy now."
"Oh please! I saw you smoking outside!" Her eyes narrow into a sharper glare at Andy. "And I remember you-" she turns to me, her features soften a minuscule amount. "Coming to me last night saying Andy is a sexual drunk. I don't want him turning you into-"
"I'm not trying to-" Andy says quietly.
She snaps, "let me finish bitch." He throws his hands up in surrender as she almost whispers, "turning you into me."
"What?" I whisper.
"He's going to turn you into a fucking slut like me." She sobs, "and- and he's going to- he's gonna convince you to do all these things you don't wanna! And- he's gonna make you feel bad about everything- about yourself! And- then-" her voice turns into a painful whisper, "and then he's going to leave you in the dust. Using some other girl next."
"Why-" she cuts me off, in her own little world. "Just like Josh did to me."
'Josh? Who's josh?' I try to remember which one josh was. Then I remember.

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She was 13 when they first started dating. God, she was so naive the last year of middle school. Catherine did anything to become more popular with the grade. So that had to be within the first week of school, or summer. Right, summer. I think he was 16 or 17... But before the next summer he left her, I think she told me that he wanted to be single for the summer so he could be with anyone he wanted. She didn't get out of bed for days.
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"Him?" I ask while she nods. Andy looks at me confused. "I'll explain later." He nods.
"What did he do?" I pull her into a tight embrace, Andy joining in on the tight hug. "He convinced me to sleep with him. I don't want to, but he did." She sighs, "and he got me drunk a lot, and high. He told me that it was what everyone did and the only way I would be normal was if I did it. And- Nevermind, it was so long ago it doesn't matter."
"Cat..." I warn. There's something else.
"He hit me a few times. Because I didn't want to have sex with him anymore. I- I wasn't ready... It was within a week before he broke up with me." She sobs, her tears flowing even harder. I pull away from our hug and Andy grabs her hands again, wiping away her black tears with his thumbs. "I want you to know that I would never do that to your sister. I'm not like that- I can't believe someone would do that to someone as beautiful and sweet as you." He looks over at me with a small smile, "and I could never do anything like that to Indiana. Those people disgust me. At least now you have Tristan, you guys seem really happy together." He pulls her into a tight hug, whispering something in her ear. She nods. "I love him so much."
"Do you want me to call him to come over?" I ask quietly, receiving a nod. I take her phone and text him. I've actually talked to him before, he was the only person I would talk to outside of the family because he is over here so much.
Indiana (on Catherine's phone): Tristan it's Indiana. Can you come over here? Cat really needs you.. It's important.
Tristan: ya. I'll be right over. She's not pregnant or anything right?

"You're not pregnant right?" I joke, seeing her smile a bit as she shakes her head. Andy is still talking to her softly.

Indiana: no! Haha..
Tristan: good.. That wouldn't be great. I'm on my way.

"He's on his way." I sit back next to her when Andy stops talking to her.
"Thank you."
"Not a problem."
Andy intertwines out hands, sending me a sweet smile.
"Just I have one question." She says quietly. "Go ahead."
"Can you not smoke please?"
I shake my head. "Nope. I like smoking so no."
"You know how bad cigarettes are for you!" She exclaims, "they'll kill you."
"I'm not going to smoke a pack a day like those people do. And if anything happens related to it I'll stop." I tell her quickly. "I told my dad the same thing." Andy says quietly, chucking.
"well it's a good philosophy." I joke, nudging him lightly. He chuckles, "ya it is."
"Well I still think that you shouldn't." She says quietly. "They have so many disgusting chemicals in them. Have you even seen those tobacco free Ohio commercials? Or listened to the presentations in school?"
"Oh ya, like the abstinence based health class? That is completely accurate considering they teach that STDs are transferred through blood." Andy pulls out his pack of cigarettes, "these aren't as bad as most drugs. And you know weed is laced with so many things that it isn't even a plant anymore, so the argument that marijauna isn't as bad isn't true anymore."
Catherine rolls her eyes. "I don't smoke pot that much. I'm not a stoner."
"Okay, well it's still putting harmful toxins in your body. Not any different than cigarettes." I take my pack from the back pocket of my jeans. Catherine makes a face at it but sighs. "Don't tell mom and dad."
"I won't if I don't have to." She nods, "you know I've never actually smoked a cigarette. No one does it anymore..."
"Eh-hem!" I jokingly clear my throat at the same time as Andy; we both erupt into giggles. He falls over, laying his head in my lap and his feet landing on the bed. Catherine looks at us weirdly as I look into his piercing blue eyes. "We smoke after it was cool." He jokes, pointing to the packs of cigarettes that were laying on her bed. I pull one out from mine and put it in between my lips. "I guess I'm nobody then." I pull out my lighter and pretend to light the white cigarette that is dangling between my lips. She shouts, "no! Don't light that in here!"
I put the lighter down and take a fake drag. Next I pretend to flick the ashes off the end onto Andy's face. He covers his face in his hands.
"Ahh! It burns!"
The three of us burst into giggles, Andy especially.
"What is going on here?" Tristan asks from the doorway, wearing a confused expression.
"Catherine is just.." I pause, "she needs you."
"Well I'm here now." He shrugs, making his way to the bed where we are laying. Andy and I let them be as they begin their couple like actions of hugging and kissing. We leave through the bathroom to my room, locking the door behind us.
"Do you want me to go or stay?" Andy asks while sitting on my bean bag.
"I think you've already decided the answer to that Andy." I giggle and plop down next to my boyfriend. He smirks, "I guess I did."
I lean my head on his shoulder as he kisses the top of my head.
"We're moving too quickly." I mumble, sighing. Andy nods, "ya, I understand."
I look up at him with a small smile, "thanks for coming to help with Catherine."
"It's no problem." Andy places two fingers under my chin, then connects our lips into a soft kiss. He whispers, "I'll always be there if you need anything."
I nod, leaning my head on his shoulder again so we can cuddle. He whispers in my ear, "so you never finished that photography project."
"Maybe tomorrow. Do you want to sleep over again?" I ask quietly, he thinks for a moment, then pulls out his phone to text his mom. He lets me read over his shoulder as he types:
Andy: mom, I'm staying over at indie's house again. We are going to be working on this project for photography the whole weekend.
Mom: Andy! You need to come home!
Andy: mom it's for school.
Mom: fine. Just call me in the morning. No drinking and don't have sex. Indiana seems like a nice girl and I don't want you to hurt her alright?
Andy: we won't. Alright, bye mom.

"We aren't." I giggle, laying a light kiss on Andy's cheek. He smiles under my touch. "I know. We are cuddling though."
I share a small smile, getting up and grabbing a pair of pajamas from my dresser. "No lingerie. That was really uncomfortable."
"Well the point of lingerie is to have it taken off so that's partly why." Andy shrugs, still sitting where we were. "It's supposed to seduce the guy into having sex but usually the guy would do it anyways. I guess you could say it's not exactly something you wear to bed on a daily basis."
I nod, "I know that.."
I quickly change into my sleep shorts and sleep tank top in the bathroom, trying fight my urge to eavesdrop. Andy smirks when I get back out, still sitting on the beanbag, with his phone out.
"You know, your parents should go away more often..."
"They go away a lot. Catherine just doesn't usually have parties." I shrug, walking back over to Andy. He pulls me onto his lap instead of the spot that's left over and places a kiss on my cheek. "So I can stay over a lot then?"
"Maybe..." I say smugly while leaning back into his chest. "Maybe I'll stay at your house sometime."
"That's good with me." He whispers, "should we get in bed?"
I nod, "I guess."
I hop off of his lap and walk to the queen bed that is still unmade from last night. Andy smiles as we climb in and pull the crumpled sheets on top of us, the airconditioner had turned on a few minutes ago so it was becoming colder.
"Shit. I'm still wearing clothes!" Andy mutters. I giggle, scooting closer to him. I whisper, "you are not sleeping naked. I can assure you of that."
"I know, I know. I just don't think you want to cuddle with me when I have a studded belt on." He jokes, pulling out a belt from under the covers. He next pulls his shirt over his head so that he is now just wearing his skinny jeans. I curl into Andy's chest so that we are cuddling for the second night in a row. His pale, skinny torso is undeniably hot so I understand why he has so many followers on Instagram and twitter, paired with the low riding skinny jeans he wears in his shirtless selfies he definitely deserves them.
"You know, maybe you should do an Instagram video thing of you singing." I whisper, ignoring the sound of Andy popping the button on his jeans, unzipping the zipper and wriggling out of them. "You are a great singer and maybe you could find someone who would want to be in a band with you."
"Ya, maybe." He smiles pulling me closer. I hear someone moan in my sisters room and I roll my eyes. Andy just randomly decides to moan back, giggling. "I will punish your vagina indie." He jokingly whispers, "just like Tristan is doing to Catherine."
"You better not." I kiss Andy quickly, then wrap a leg around him. Another moan sounds from the other room so I moan after they do. Andy giggles and puts his hands on my thigh and pretends to thrust into me. I giggle and yell, "faster babe!"
Andy fake grunts. The noise in the other room stops and the door to the bathroom slides open. I close my eyes and press my lips to Andy's, pulling the cover over us even more. He giggles and starts making the bed shake worse. "Are they really having sex?" Catherine whispers to tristan, he whispers back, "by the looks of it." I hear a belt get picked up on the floor and put back down with a clink. Andy shouts, "can we have some privacy!"
I giggle and whisper to Andy, "ya, I want to have 'sex' with my boyfriend."
The covers get thrown off of us and Catherine's angry face softens. "One, Don't fuck my sister. Two, That's not even a sex position. And three, quit mocking us! We were making out, not having sex."
I unwrap my leg from Andy who quickly pulls the covers back over himself. He blushes as I realize he is wearing briefs and his boner is noticeable. Catherine raises her eyebrows. "Why are you in your underwear?"
"I'm staying the night again and I don't want to sleep in jeans." Andy mumbles.
I sigh, standing up and pointing to the door, "we won't mock you anymore alright? Just, bye."
Tristan winks at Andy as they walk out and I have to roll my eyes. Andy blushes even more as I turn back to the bed. "You realize she is going to tell all her friends about this right?"
"I don't care." He shrugs, reaching his arms out and pouting, "come back!"
I slowly make my way back to where Andy is sitting under the covers and into his arms. He pulls me back on top of him and pecks my lips cutely. "You're adorable."
"So are you." I kiss his nose quickly, he giggles, "why are we in bed again? It certainly wasn't to sleep."
"Nope." I whisper, "it was to have--" I pause, drawing out the forbidden next word jokingly, "sex."
"But we did that already!" He jokes, I nuzzle my nose against Andy's. he smiles smugly, "well to have sex we would have to be naked."
"But I wanna keep my clothes on." I pout, bursting into giggles a second later. He slips his hands under the back of my t-shirt, slowly creeping them forward. "But I think we both know that's a lie."
"It's not." I shriek as Andy starts tickling my sides, causing me to squirm off of him to where he is hovering over me with his tickling fingers attacking every ticklish part of me. I squeal, "no! Andy- please- stop!"
He keeps tickling me until he has his knees on either side of me and his panting breaths are falling right on my lips. He smirks and says, "now I know you're ticklish."
He connects our lips into a slow kiss, one that brings tingles throughout my whole body and the feeling that I'm floating on air. Andy whispers, "you're amazing indie."
I smile in our kiss, my hands find their way to the hair at the nape of his neck, tangling there. Andy moans softly, running his tongue over my bottom lip. I ignore his plea for entrance and take one of his snake bites between my teeth, Andy lets a low moan escape from his lips. We keep kissing, slowly, not rough but still passionate. God he's a good kisser. Andy pulls away, looking me in the eyes as he whispers, "don't ever stop."
I giggle as he reconnects our lips into another kiss, this time just as soft, it reminds me of fluffy blankets and winter. Andy and I keep kissing until the sun peeks through the shades. We have been sharing soft kisses for about three hours, whispering and giggling as well. He looks at the sky that is peeking through my curtains and whispers, "we should at least get some sleep."
I nod as Andy moves so that he is beside me on the bed. He wraps his arms around me and I lay my head on his chest, feeling him place his lips on my forehead as I drift off to sleep.

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