Saturdays mistakes...

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"THOMAS JOHANSSON!" I hear my mother scream which really doesn't help the raging headache that is currently splitting my scull. Fuck me I can't remember what happened last night, as I open my eyes I realise I'm in bed. I quickly throw on a pair of shorts and race down the stairs to see a very hungover Scarlett stood in the kitchen with water coffee and painkillers. "WHY HAVE I SENT FLORENCE YOUR PICTURE?"

"I don't know please stop shouting... Who was the soberest by the end of the night?" I ask groaning as she screams at me and thank God for Colin step-dad of the year walks in with McDonald's breakfast greasy food...

"Lizzie I think... I don't remember what happens after your uncle threw up." my mom said sitting opposite me now worried about what happens the rest of the night and putting the phone proped up on the counter as we facetime Lizzie. Oh shit, I jumped off the roof... I suddenly remember and pulled out my phone to FaceTime Brie she caused this shit. They both groaned as they answered the phone and wow did they look worse for wear.

"Morning Girls... Can someone inform me as to why the hell my garden looks like shit and Florence Pugh has a picture of my son currently waiting to be opened?" My mom asks and suddenly both girls look absolute terrified of my mom. "It was Bries Dare" is all Lizzie manages so to say before we hear the sound of throwing up and looking at my phone all we can see is the ceiling until Elijah walks in obviously to look after Brie me and mum quickly wave as he mumbles and apologise before placing us on mute. "Lizzie explain... This is bad..." My mum says freaking out. Just as she is about to respond our front door opens to see Uncle Chris sporting a classic hangover look.

"Fuck the Johanssons know how to party... Why haven't you hosted an awards party?" He says before seeing the two phones propped up on the counter now showing Lizzie and Brie.

"Okay Good morning everyone, we are all very hungover so need to put together the events of last night I can remember up until the pool." I say to the group dowinf the whole bottle of water in front of me.

"I remember Chris throwing up in the bush" my mom chimes in, "I remember that and the Pool which was fucking awesome by the way, oh and then Holand drank the death pint, and threw up before Zenndaya picked him up, then Downey and Renner got ubers home and then we ordered Pizza and sat out in the garden for ages waiting for Idiot over there to dry off enough to go inside then Chris Lizzie and I went home." Brie explains while leaning into Elijah for some stability clearly the room is spinning for her, Lizzie is now carrying us to the kitchen so that she can make food listening to the night unfold.

"That doesn't explain the whole Florence thing" My mum adds on and I just groan sitting down and go to lay my head on the counter but really bang my head onto to table with a thud.

"Oh yeah that was part of the dare, I dared Johansson Jr to let you send a picture of him to his biggest crush and none of us actually thought you had done it because he never said who it was so we all assumed it was Lizzie." Brie shrugged and I now officially want to kill myself...

"Wait what? Was this whole action man here was jumping off the roof" Chris asked clearly confused.

"YOU DID WHAT?!" my mother screams causing all of us to groan with pain and colin just stood their laughing at the 4 of us getting scolded.

"I have a video hang on." Brie says before scrambling along the floor away from Elijah to grab the phone propped up on the floor and soon a video came in.

As my mum pressed play you could hardly see what was going on it was so dark and you could hear screaming and shouting cheering and then Brie took her finger of the camera lense and it showed me on top of the apex roof of the conservatory balancing on top as i ran and dived towards the pool doing a few sumasults before landing in the pool and the video ends just after i emerge from the pool with everyone cheering.

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