Philips (Sequel to De Santa)

Chapter Twenty

CHELSEA

"WAKE UP CHELSEA!" My eyes flew open as the sound of banging metal clamored from beside me. Dad, Jim, and Matt were standing beside my bed, all too amused.

"Go away," I groaned and covered my head with my blanket.

"Aww, what's wrong?" Dad smirked. "Drink too much?"

"What exactly happened last night?" Matt asked.

"It's a long story."

"And a loud one, apparently," I grumbled.

"Well, you need to wake up anyways, it's past noon."

"Fine." I slowly sat up in bed, shielding my eyes from the bright sunlight.

"When did you change into your pajamas?"

"I don't remember."

"Do you remember anything from last night?"

"Not really, no."

"Well, you're in for a treat. Get dressed and meet us downstairs." I hesitated, but finally got to my feet. The room instantly began to spin as if I was on a rollercoaster. I quickly sat back down for a moment, trying to collect myself.

"Do you need help?" Matt asked. I looked up at Matt, realizing it was just him and I left in the room.

"I don't feel so good," I muttered.

"Yeah, Michael said you were pretty drunk last night...what happened?"

"I—" I suddenly felt myself beginning to salivate and my stomach began to churn. Without warning, I quickly stood up and ran towards the bathroom, ramming my shoulder into the door frame in the process. I quickly collapsed to my knees in front of the toilet and crawled the last few inches and released the demons from the pit of my stomach. Bile and whatever remained from dinner quickly found its way back up, causing my throat to burn and ache. I slightly jumped when a gentle hand rested on my upper back, but I quickly realized it was just Matt.

"You okay?"

"Yeah," I groaned. "Hangovers fucking suck."

"What happened last night?"

"It sounds bad, but I swear it's not what it sounds like."

"Okay," Matt took a seat on the floor beside me. "I promise to listen and not make any rash judgment."

"I tricked Dad into going to a speed dating event. I, sadly had to attend because I knew he'd bolt if I left."

"Y-You went on a date...with someone else?"

"Not exactly. See, every guy who sat at my table was met with rudeness or something disgusting."

"Like what?"

"Well, one of the last guys got scared off because I let out a loud ass burp."

"Yeah, that'd scare away the rich guys."

"But not you, right?"

"Definitely not me. I liked gross chicks before I struck it rich," Matt laughed.

"Well, anyways, there was this last guy of the night, he called himself Ali."

"Ali?"

"Yeah, he had a horrible spray tan, a massive mustache, a strange accent, he was a mess."

"Sounds like it."

"Yeah, so much of a mess that he wasn't scared off by anything. So, I sadly had to entertain him for the night while I waited for Dad to finish with his dinner with the girl he liked."