Before I Fall || e i g h t {Niley Story}

The rain starts when we're almost at Nick's, but it's so light it's almost like it's just hanging in the air, like a big curtain of white vapor. I don't remember the last time I was at Nick's house—his ninth birthday party, maybe?—and I've forgotten how far it's set back in the woods. The driveway seems to snake on forever. All we see is the dull light from the headlights bouncing off a twisting, gravelly path and revealing dead tree branches crowding closely overhead, and tiny pellets of rain like diamonds.

"This is how horror movies start." Selena says, adjusting her tank top. We've all borrowed new tops from her, but she's insisted on keeping on the plain white one, even though she was the one who didn't want to buy it in the first place. "Are you sure he's number forty-two?"

"It's just a little farther," I say, even though I have no idea, and I'm starting to wonder whether we turned to early, I have butterflies in my stomach but I'm not sure whether they're good or bad.

The woods press closer and closer untill they're brushing against the car doors. Taylor starts to complain about the pain job. Just when it seems like we'll be stucked up into the darkness, all of a sudden the woods stop completely and there's the biggest, most beautiful lawn you can imagine, with a white house as it's center that looks like it's made out of frosting. It's got balconies and a long porch that runs along two sides. The shutters are white too, and carved with designs it's too dark to make out.

Taylor says, "It's almost as big as your house, Sel."

"Almost." Selena says. She takes the vodka out of her bag and swigs it, coughs, burps and wipes her mouth.

"Give me a shot of that." Emily says, reaching for the bottle.

The bottle is in my hands before I realize it. I take a sip. It burns my throat and tastes awful, like paint or gasoline, but as soon as it's down I get a rush. We climb out of the car and the light from the house surges and expands, winking at me.

Walking into parties always gives me a crampy feeling at the bottom of my stomach. It's a good feeling, though; the feeling of knowing anything can happen. Most of the time nothing does, of course. Most of the time one night blends into the next, and weeks belnd into weeks, and months into other months. And sooner or later we all die.

But at the beggining of the night anything is possible.

The front door is locked and we have to go around the side, where a door opens onto a really narrow hallway all paneled in wood and a tiny flight of sleep wooden stairs. It smells like something I remember from childhood, but I can't quite place it. The stairs are so narrow, we have to squeeze up in single file because people are coming down the opposite direction, empty beer cups in hand. We say hi to a few people but ignore the rest.

At the top of the stairs a dim hallway is hung all over with multicolored Christmas lights. There are series of rooms, each leading off the next, and all seem to be filled with draped fabrics and big pillows and all are packed with people. Everything is soft—the colors, the surfaces, the way people look—except the music, which pumps through the walls, making the floor vibrate. People are smoking inside too, and I've only once smoked pot, but this is what I imagine it's like to be stoned.

Taylor leans in and says something to me, but it gets lost in the murmur of voices. Then she's moving away from me, weaving through the crowd. I turn around but Emily and Selena are gone too, and before I know it my heart is pounding and I get this itchy feeling in my palms.

I am about to go over and talk to Ashley Benson—she's changed and super cheesy now and normally I wouldn't even think about talking to her, but I'm getting desperate here—when I geel thick arms around me and smell lemon balm. Liam.

He puts a wet mouth against my ear. "Sexy Miley.Where have you been all my life?"

I turn around.His face is bright red."You're drunk." I say, and it comes out a bit more accusatory than I meant it to.

"Sober enough." He says, trying and failing to raise one eyebrow. "And you're late." His grin is lazy. Only one half of it curves upward. "We did a keg stand."

"It's ten o'clock." I point out. "And I called you, anyway."

He pats his fleece and his pockets."Must've put my phone down somewhere."

I roll my eyes."You're such a delinquent."
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I really can't wait to read your thoughts when you finally see what this story's about. It's unlike anything you've ever read.
You'll find out in Chapter 10/11. The faster you comment, the faster you'll get the chapters.

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[33JustMe33]

Lovedd it <3

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[LIFEisGOOOOOOODD]

Love it! :)

[nileystories123]

amaaaaaziing, (: liam is drunk, should've known. haha, cant wait for the next episode.

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omg this was amzing i wonder what going to happen !

[LALover94]

Loved it :D

i cant wait to know what happens :)

[xxiluvnileynjoejxx]

This is amazing!!

Poor Miley :( They left her all alone, but I hope that turns into a good thing

And seriously Liam needs to disappear

Loved it :)

Cant wait for more :)