𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒, 𝐭.𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬

17. rather not

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WARNINGS: none :).

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the morning after, i woke up in larissa's spare bedroom, tucked under covers with a glass of water and paracetamol beside me. the night prior was simply a blur, i remembered occasional things, but not everything. even trying to remember made the pounding in my head worse, so i brushed it off for the meantime.

sending a quick text to larissa, i waited for a few minutes until she made her way into the guest bedroom. sending me a smile, she plopped herself down on the bed opposite me. i could only imagine how her night went, her house was full of drunk 'adults' and i was dreading seeing the mess downstairs.

"morning, sunshine. how'd you sleep?"

"morning, larri." i smiled, before shrugging. "i don't know, i don't remember going to bed to be honest."

"you didn't," she laughed, "i forced you to bed, you was nearly a full bottle of vodka in and you were dancing on the table outside with tommy to 'milkshake'"

listening to her explain, i could only cringe at the image her words put into my head. "really? what the fuck, i don't remember being that drunk."

"oh, you were very fuckin' drunk. freddie's still asleep on the floor in the hall, so if you go for a wee watch your step, rue's downstairs making food." she explained, "and before you ask, tommy's downstairs."

"i wasn't going to ask." i chuckled, not quite sure whether i was lying or not. "was it a good night, though?"

"it was brilliant," she grinned. "would host a party with everyone that came again."

"you should host parties more often, your parties are always good."

"i will, but i'll leave you alone now, just come downstairs in like ten minutes, rue said." larissa said, blowing me a kiss and leaving the room.

she told me almost everything that i did and didn't remember, but i was certain there was something else, something that she wasn't telling me. no matter how hard i tried to remember, it just didn't come to me. brushing it off, i chugged the water and pills down, trying to get slight relief from my pounding headache. looking down, i noticed i was still in my dress.

getting up, i left the room, laughing at the sight of freddie who had clearly just woken up, leaning against the wall whilst yawning.

"you alright, fredders?" i snorted, him shooting a half-assed smile my way.

"yeah, chilling." he nodded, blinking slowly.

"you can go and sleep in the guest bedroom if you want, i'm done in there." i offered, and he agreed.

reaching my arm out, i pulled him up and he walked past me, into the room i'd just left. with a yawn, i made my way down the somewhat long staircase, entering the kitchen where everybody else stood, taking a plate of food. thanking rue as she handed one myself, i sat at the kitchen island besides tommy, everybody else moving around downstairs to eat.

"morning, val." tommy mumbled, shoving a piece of bacon in his mouth.

"morning, tom." i replied, eating much less messily than tommy. "you sleep alright?"

"yeah, yeah, solid night to be fair. did you? you was fucked last night."

"tell me something i don't know, idiot." i scoffed, "i slept alright though, don't remember much from last night if i'm gonna be honest."