Chapter 3: party!! (Eloise)

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I sat there, watching my phone, 3 a.m. rolled around and everyone took another shot, me included.

I couldn't take my eyes off the screen, the three dots moving up and down, he was writing a paragraph by the looks of it. A cold sweat started to form, what was so important to tell me, we had no contact for 3 years and the first thing he says to me was: I'm bored af.

Like what?

I just ignored it mostly, but it did make me question what he was up to. He was on the other side of the country!

I could hear Alexis yelling and yelling in joy about something, I couldn't comprehend it though. I ignored her and kept looking at James' message.

"Hey Elle? You good, c'mon, Oliver got a karaoke machine for his birthday, we can do some songs!"  Allegra yelled out. The dots were still there but slowly, I placed down the phone and rushed over.

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We sang and sang, I had completely forgotten about James. Allegra and I had sung all our favourite songs, every single one, Isaac and Curtis did an amazing duet and Maite slayed!

We did a few more shots and got a bit wasted, we sang and drank. We played a few games, truth or dare, where if you don't wanna say or do, you shot. And a few other games like monopoly.

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After a while, I walked over to my phone and saw James' text

James Rolland: hey Elle, I've missed you a lot, hope you've been well, I'm coming to LA in a few weeks for a holiday if you want to catch up, I can't believe it's been 10 years since I moved. If you don't want to that's fine but if you want to, let me know and we can organise something.

I sat there in confusion, my wasted brain was having a hard time understanding. I quickly took another shot and the vodka took over. I opened the app and clicked on this icon, there was no more Eloise, only vodka from this point on.

Me: heyyyy James, Howwwe are you? Are you sexy now or are u still that cute little ten year old still?? What are youuu doing up at 4 a.m.?

As soon as I sent it, I felt sober again. Shit, it says read, I'm fucked, I need more alcohol right now!

Shot after shot after shot, I kept going, so much until I blacked out. I don't remember anything.

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James: You are the princess in the castle, and I am the hero, saving you from the dragon.

Eloise: Ooh, nice. Save me, please!

James: Don't worry, I'm coming to save you

Eloise: Be quick, the dragon is getting closer

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My head was throbbing as I woke up. I was still in Maite and Oliver's room. I looked around holding my head, I couldn't remember anything. Only snippets. I remember Allegra vomiting in the toilet, Maite downing a 2L coke bottle. Oliver doing a somersault and landing on Isaac, and havoc, just havoc!

I was sitting on the floor, head in my hands, I looked around the room, no one else was awake, Allegra and Caitlyn were next to the bathroom door in a pile, the couple, Curtis and Issac, were cuddling on Oliver's bed. Oliver was on the couch and Maite was on his bed.

Watching everyone peacefully sleep made. me giggle, little did they know, that as soon as they wake up, their heads would feel like shit!

Slowly I got myself up, I steadied myself on Maite's bed and caught myself from falling over, I looked around and got a better view of everyone's sleeping positions, no one looked comfy.

My phone! Where was my phone, I don't know where it was, I don't remember anything about where it was. I think I texted someone, but I don't remember, great! My drunk texts are the funniest things, but also the worst! I have to find my phone and find out what I did!

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I walked around and found my phone in the kitchen blender, thank god not blended up, but it was probably almost shredded! I opened it up and I had a bunch of missed messages from James. And the time? 1:46 p.m. shit!

James Rolland: what??
James Rolland: are you okay? Are you drunk
James Rolland: wtf is this about
James Rolland: SEXY? Wtf!
James Rolland: holy shit, why are you not texting me back?
James Rolland: you can just say that and leave!
James Rolland: Elle?
James Rolland: Eloise!
James Rolland: I'm so scared, are you okay?

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I sat there looking at my Lock Screen and the unread messages from James. My heart was going a million beats a second, what had I sent him? I'm screwed!

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I was drinking my 8th cup of coffee, my headache was getting better but everyone else, who had finally woken up, we're all complaining. It was currently 3:41 p.m. and Allegra had finally woken up, I think she was the drunkest out of all of us. We all went through our camera rolls, some delightful photos came up, I don't even want to look at them all. As I was showing Allegra a photo of her vomiting in the toilet, another message from James came through,

James Rolland: Elle? You can't ignore me forever!

"Whose James?" Allegra asked, she was grabbing my phone and opening our chats. "Eloise smith!? What is this message? How are you? Are you sexy? Are you still that cute 10 year old?" She kept going, everyone was watching me like hawks. It was practically the first time I was hearing this as-well.

"Elle? Holy shit, who did you send this to?" Asked Alexis.

"Apparently James" I responded, "James Rolland, my childhood best friend, he moved to New York ten years ago, I must've texted him last night"

"Nope, he texted first, you responded but he texted first." Allegra said once I had finished talking. "He said, I'm bored af and asking you if you wanted to talk"

"The fuck!" Curtis said, "and you asked him if he was sexy? Your screwed, at least I have my sexy best friend Isaac! He's the b-"

"Oh shut up, we all know that you guys are together, shut up. We know your more then friends!" Caitlyn yelled at him as he was starting his next sentence. "Shut up!"

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Eloise: Oh my god! can we play mermaids?

James: No way! why?

Eloise: Please?

James: Fine

Eloise: Thank you! Okay so I'm the mermaid and your the merman, and this is our home, that's the bed. That can be the kitchen, and the living room.

James: And the bathroom?

Eloise: No, mermaids don't go to the toilet!

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