Warning: MATURE CONTENT!

Stefan Finn is a person who could be described in three words:
Rich,handsome and spoiled.
He has never had to work for anything all his life,and has never had to worry about tomorrow,because the world was his to take.

What happens when one night,he loses it all?

Beaten,broken and desperate,he drunkenly falls into the hands of
Charlie Reynolds,who is the exact opposite of him.
She's fucked up,drunk most of the time,funny,and has worked for everything she has in her life.


When these two enter each others life,it's a combination between a dream and a nightmare.
Between all the jokes,fights and sexual tension,they will wonder if they can make it out alive.
Stefan has no clue how things work in the real world and out of his money bubble.
While Charlie sees this as a challenge and gives him a run for his money.

Not that he has any,anyway.

Poor Little Rich Boy

I scrape of what's left on my plate before putting the dish in the sink. 


"Yes. When I was thirteen. My dad thought my attitude was getting a little out of hand,and sent me to this stupid catholic girl's academy out of town." I answer Stefan's question. 


"I cried for two whole months. That was until she came back." Lilly smiles. 


"Yes. I started a rumor and made a nun cry,so my dad took me back home. After making a deal to not push Meg in the neighbor's pool,of course." 


We all move from the kitchen to the living room after cleaning up the dishes ,to just sit around and talk while the tv plays something in the background. 


I shrug "She was a little bitch who hated getting wet." 


"Thanks for diner guys. I can barely breathe." Stefan smiles. 


"Are you kidding? It's the least we could do.How is your arm,by the way?" She asks pointing to the bandages. 


Part 19/ Partially.