Motive

Freaks

~Mary Jay~

"Bucket, bucket! Get the damn bucket Easton!"

"I'm going you lunatic!"

I grabbed the bucket from his hands and sprinted towards Carter—Just in time for him to throw up in it.

I had been in Carter's dorm all day helping him recover from his hangover. We'd gone through all 3 seasons of Stranger Things and Carter had throw up 3 times in the past 2 hours.

"I thought you boys were supposed to be athletic, why're you so slow, Easton?"

He didn't respond, and instead rolled his eyes and looked back at Carter.

"I hate myself for drinking all those damn shots. MJ, why didn't you stop meee?" Carter whined, going into fetal position.

"You were having tons of fun and I didn't wanna ruin it. My bad." I rubbed his back in a comforting way.

"Where's my special treatment?" Mateo threw a pillow at me.

"I don't know, go ask that chick from last night. She seemed obsessed with you."

Mateo rolled his eyes at the mention of her, "She's not the one who's obsessed with me, it's her best friend. The blonde."

I know the feeling. Even though I wouldn't really consider Leo my ex, he's still very much obsessed with me.

"Tough," I turned towards Carter, "Maybe we should go on a walk so you could get fresh air?"

Carter shook his head, "If I move, my brain will explode."

I looked towards Mateo again, "Y'all got any painkillers?"

He shook his head no.

"What kinda frat boys are y'all?" I scrunched my face up.

"We're not a frat."

"Oh, my bad. Freaks."

He rolled his eyes once again.

"Cmon Carter, the fresh air will make you feel better." I pushed.

Carter groaned as he sat up, "If I do will you buy me food?"

"Sure."

He sprung up happily for a second before crouching down, "Got up way too fast."

I chuckled at him as I stood up as well and threw an arm around his shoulder.

"You coming, Easton?"

"Nah, I'd rather break both of legs than listen to you two idiots."

"Asshole." I mumbled.

"Once again, I heard that."

"Then do something about it." I said, closing the door behind Carter and I.

"I can sense the sexual tension from here." Carter fixed his sweatshirt.

"Ew. No. Unless you consider me literally wanting to set him on fire as sexual tension, then sure."

"Whatever you sayyy!"

I nudged his side, mindful of his hangover still.

We walked in comfortable silence for a while. I pulled out my phone and texted Beck to make sure she was okay which she responded to saying she was feeling better after the ginger-ale. 

I'm a miracle worker.

We made our way to the cafeteria and Carter was scanning over today's lunch menu since it was only 3.