Joy

Part 7

The house is in complete silence. My mom and Celia are with my "dad" in his house. The only reason we don't live together is me- thank God. Joyce can barely walk- she's tracing walls all the way to my room. 

She's already on the bed. This is not my first time coming here with drunk girls, but why do I feel so strange seeing Joyce drunk. I don't know why, but she looks better with those black glasses and a hoodie. 

She takes her shoes off,

Joyce: Thank God... Those were killing me!

Oh God if only she doesn't talk so much. Like she's reading my thoughts, she's quietly sitting on the bed. Then she bits her lower lip and I grin. The second after, I'm on top of her- kissing her.

Despite she wasn't drinking since the party, I can taste Scotch on her lips. Then I start kissing her jawline and her neck- I can feel chills on her warm skin. She's shivering and smiling. She puts her hand in my hair- pulling me closer. Suddenly, she pulls away, 

Joyce: Just a sec, where's the bathroom? 
Dylan: Through the doors right then first left. 

She smiles and leaves. The easiest challenge ever. I don't even know why did Theresa ever think I'll lose. 

After a few minutes, I'm kinda worried cause Joyce is still in the bathroom. Maybe she fell or something. I mean, she drank a lot. I walk to the bathroom and knock,

Dylan: Are you okay?

Then I hear Joyce vomiting inside. Crap. I walk inside and see her hugging the toilet. Great...

Joyce's P.O.V.

I wake up still dressed in my black dress. My head is hurting so much. I try to open my eyes, but the Sun coming from the outside is so bright. 

Joyce: Oh my God, close that Sun!

Suddenly, the Sun disappeared. 

Joyce: Thanks...
"No problem."

I hear someone's voice- it sounds familiar. Suddenly, the bed moves as if someone lied next to me. I get up quickly looking around. This isn't my room! Or my house! Or Martha's house! I look to my side and see Dylan lying next to me. 

Joyce: Oh my God! Where am I!?
Dylan: In my house...

He's looking at me still lying on the bed. 

Joyce: What!? Oh my God. This is bad... really bad. 

I start to look for my shoes and my phone around the bed. 

Dylan: What? It's like... 12 p.m. 

I find my phone and look at the time, 
12:56.

Joyce: Shit! Oh my God, my God! What did I do last night!?
Dylan: Long story...
Joyce: We have time, you have to take me home. 
Dylan: What!?

He's now sitting on the bed in his pajamas- rubbing his eyes. 

Dylan: What? Why?
Joyce: Just give me your keys!
Dylan: The hell I will. Let's go. 

I run downstairs. He's still up there... What is he doing!?

Joyce: Hurry up!

Thoughts start swarming in my head- what have I done? How did I end up here? Did we...
Suddenly, the doors open. A woman and a little girl enter the house. The woman gasps and I'm just standing there- not sure what to say. I know how does this looks, but it isn't... maybe it is the way it looks. 

Joyce: H- Hi. 
"Are you Dylan's girlfriend?" asks the little girl. 
Joyce: N- No. I... I'm not.
"Well, you're prettier than the last one and the one before and..." she says. 

The older woman shuts her up, 

"Celia, go to your room."
"Okay," says the little girl and runs up the stairs. 

"And you are?" 
Joyce: Joyce. 
Denise: Denise. Dylan's mom. 

Suddenly, Dylan's running down. 

Denise: I suppose you're in a hurry. 

I just nod. Oh God, this looks so bad. 

Dylan: Let's go. 

He doesn't even greet, his mother. He just pushes himself next to her and goes out. I go behind him, 

Joyce: I- Emm... It was nice to meet you. 

His mom just stares at me. Dylan is in the car already. 

Dylan: What- now you're not in a hurry!?

I run to the car and we start driving. Silence. I put my heels on again and start thinking about the last night. After talking to Martha in the living room, I don't remember anything. 

Joyce: So... Em... I'm so sorry...
Dylan: It's okay. 

Silence again. After a few minutes, he asks, 

Dylan: Where do you live?
Joyce: Just straight forward, I'll tell you when to turn. 

We're now into Martha's street. 

Dylan: You talk much less than yesterday. 
Joyce: W- What did I say yesterday?
Dylan: Nothing important... just some- irrelevant things. 
Joyce: Oh...

This is so bad. What if I slept with him!?

Joyce: This white house on the right. 

He pulls over Martha's house. 

Joyce: I'm so sorry for everything, I don't know what happened. 
Dylan: It's okay. 

He's still in his pajamas, but he looks kinda cute. I start leaving when I stop. I look at his brown eyes- looking at me tiredly.  

Joyce: Just one more thing. Em... How to ask... Have we, I mean... Did we- Em... 

I'm probably red as a tomato. He smiles, 

Dylan: No, we didn't. 

I finally breathe a sigh of relief. 

Joyce: Oh thank God.

Then I look at him again, 

Joyce: I mean, it's not like... I don't want it... or something- I... you... it's just... 

Then he starts laughing. 

Dylan: I get it. 

Joyce: You don't talk much...
Dylan: No. 
Joyce: Okay, sorry. And thanks... for driving me and- everything. 
Dylan: No problem.

I start opening the doors. 

Joyce: See you- or not, I don't know... sorry. Bye.

He drives off and I'm standing in front of Martha's house. The Sun is so bright, but I'm so cold. No wonder, I'm just in a dress. I knock on Martha's doors. After a few seconds, I knock again. I look over to their garage- it's closed. No one seems to be here except Martha whose car is on the sidewalk. I open the doors and start going to her room. 

I see Martha in her bed- still sleeping. 

Joyce: Martha? You up?

She starts screaming. 

Joyce: It's me, Joyce!
Martha: Oh God. What the hell are you doing here!?
Joyce: I can't go home like this...

She sits on the bed and looks at me. 

Martha: Oh my God. What happened to you!?
Joyce: It was so embarrassing... I hate myself. 
Martha: Come on, sit down! Tell me.