Drunk or Sober

Guess Who & Guess Again

SATURDAY 2/22 (BACK TO WES)

I woke up naked.

Next to Ramona.

My arms were around her. Her hair smelled so good. Like vanilla and coconut. She was still sleeping.

Please tell me I didn't participate in anything particularly regrettable last night. Hopefully Harleigh wouldn't notice.

"Ramona?" I whispered. "Ramona, did we...?"

Her eyes widened as she looked at me.

"Oh my fucking God."

She pulled the blanket closer to her.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Harleigh's gonna kill me, Lennox's gonna kill me-"

I put my shoulder around her and pulled her in closer to stay quiet. "No one's going to kill you." I tried sounding comforting. "I won't tell if you won't."

The door bell rang. I didn't even have a clue what time it was. "Should-"

"Just get the door, I can't even find my damn clothes." Ramona paced around the living room with a blanket hugging her body.

"Don't you think it'd be weird to answer the door like-"

"Oh my fuck. You're-" she covered her eyes and threw the blanket at me, darting up the stairs.

The door bell rang again. I hurried to the door and swung it wide open.

My hair stuck up in all different directions, and I had this small, stupid blanket as cover up. The house smelled like alcohol and the furniture was all out of place. I was embarrassed to answer the door like this, but I tried to keep my cool and hope it was the neighbors with Charlotte or something.

A middle-aged couple stood in front of me, narrowed eyebrows and a scowl.

"Who are you?" They demanded.

The woman had medium-length blonde hair and a navy blue dress on, pearls hung around her neck. The man wore a suit. They looked way too overdressed.

"Look, the Queens' aren't in the mood. Just drop by tomorrow."

The lady opened her mouth to say something, but I interrupted and redirected then to their car. "See you tomorrow."

The man rolled his eyes and his voice was strong, deep, and serious. "Considering we are the Queens, I think our children will see us at once, boy."

"Oh!" I cleared my throat. "You're... You're the Queens. The queens." My heart sunk. Fuck.

I was never one for grand first impressions, but here I was, making the shittiest one yet.

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Awkward family breakfast. That's what the next hour was like. It didn't help that food was all over the floors, the sinks piled high, and red cups overflowing the garbage.

Ramona made chocolate chip pancakes, bacon, and eggs. She still hadn't found her own clothes, so she stole Nate's flannel pants and one of Harleigh's sweatshirts. I found my clothes buried under the couch cushions. She didn't look at me at all during breakfast.

The Queens were quiet as well, probably shocked. Definitely shocked. Harleigh still hadn't come down.

Lennox broke our silence. "So how was your trip?"

Nate put his palms over his face.

And then Harleigh walked down, in a long t-shirt, hand holding her head, hair in a bun.