*on hold* Until Callan moved in next door, Presley was one hundred percent, completely fine with how her life was turning out.
She never regretted dropping out of college or wasting her days working in a diner for minimum wage. Boredom never plagued...
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I woke up to sand in my hair... sand in my sheets, sand in my... everywhere. My bed was a fucking sandbox.
My head ached as I stumbled to the adjoining bathroom. While I peed for what felt like an eternity, I tried to piece together the events of last night.
Chatted with Mom. Saw Noah. Beer dart incident. Callan smelled good. Noah left. Sad. Beer pong. Lots of shots...
The only explanation for the sand was that I'd been on the beach... I had a vague recollection of being on the dock with Callan, but after that, it all went dark. I hated when I blacked out. Why did I let myself get so drunk?
After washing up, I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked like hell, desperately in need of a shower, but good considering how much I drank. My hangover was mild, aside from a slight headache - nothing water and greasy food couldn't fix.
"Hey, you." After throwing on some pajamas, I found Brie in the kitchen pouring cream into a steaming cup of coffee. She smiled when she saw me.
"Hiya. How'd you sleep?" She asked.
"Like the dead. Except there's sand in places there shouldn't be." I made a face.
Brie laughed. "Did you go to the beach or something?"
"I think so? I can't quite remember. What happened with you? I remember doing a bunch of shots... after that, it's a bit fuzzy."
"Oh, you know..." she said. I didn't miss the blush that crept over her cheeks, or the smirk glued to her lips.
"No, I don't. Why don't you fill me in?" I tilted my head.
"I may or may not have snuck off with Austin."
"Oh, right. You two were all over each other." A hazy memory of Austin and Brie cuddling on the couch came back to me. I think that was around the time I started pouring shots. "Judging by your mood this morning, I'd say you had a good time?"
"It was... good," Brie said, trying to play it cool, but I could see right through her.
"Nice. So, what's his deal?" I asked.
"He's an electrician, works in Ashford. Just here helping Callan with the renovation for a couple of weeks." Brie brought her mug to her lips and took a sip. "So you're not mad at me for throwing you a party?"
I shrugged. "At first I was a little peeved, but when Noah showed up, that totally made up for it."
"Sad to hear about Blake's Mom," Brie frowned. "So sudden."
I nodded sadly. I really didn't want to think about that. It brought up too many familiar memories.
"So are we still on for the fair tonight? Promise me we can go on the Drop of Doom and you won't chicken out like last year."
