Mess To Be Made

2

"Allison!"

No one called me that but my mother. And Lindsay, on the rare occasion she was trying to get under my skin. Instinctually, I pulled my covers over my head.

"Sweetie, it's three in the afternoon. You know I have a rule against sleeping all day."

I know my Mom's been drunk before—I've witnessed it. But I still wonder all the time if she's ever experienced a truly debilitating hangover. Otherwise why would she make such a stupid rule.

"Allison," she said again, her voice a little harsher as she ripped the covers off my head.

"Okay, I'm getting up," I said, placing my arm over my eyes.

"It's a beautiful day," she said and I heard her rip my curtains open, causing the afternoon sunlight to shine directly into my room. Bitch. When I didn't respond, she continued, "We're taking a welcome gift over to the family that just moved in today at five thirty."

I almost audibly groaned but caught myself. My mom was not a fan of complaining. I'd say she's optimistic to a fault. Her father could be murdered and she'd probably still find a silver lining in it. So I had learned to keep my cynicism to myself when she was around.

"Did you hear me?"

"YES," I answered in annoyance.

"Well then hop on up. I have lunch waiting for you downstairs."

Once I heard her leave and close my door, I rolled over to my bedside table where my phone was. I had been too tired earlier to even check all my text messages from last night. A part of me was always a little worried if I had drunk texted something bad. It's happened before and last night I got way too drunk. It seemed like a valid possibility. But luckily as I scrolled through my messages, nothing seemed catastrophic. At least I was too preoccupied with Spencer to text anything stupid.

I snorted. Silver lining. After all, I am my mother's daughter. 

From: Mom

Are you coming home tonight?

From: Lindsay

Did you go home with Spencer??

From: Sean

Yo where you at. We're upstairs in Landon's room smoking. Come up.

I first responded to one of my best friends Lindsay Arnold, and then my closest guy friend Sean Connolly.

To: Lindsay

Unfortunately.

To: Sean

Fuuuuck I had already left the party by then.

I knew I would have to apologize to my mom when I went downstairs for not answering her text. Responding to her texts was how I really got away with her not enforcing a curfew. Not that she could really push any consequences on me anyway. Other than maybe waking me up really early. That would suck.

I got out of bed, went to the bathroom, phone in hand, and was pleased when my reflection in the mirror didn't look like a complete corpse. WASS. It always works.