Wildflowers

Chapter 19- His girl

Myles

It's almost fully dark now, the stars shine bright as ever, now that the clouds are gone and aren't hiding them from us. The moonlight reflects on now quiet sea. It's serene, everything is so quiet, beside the cricket singsong far away and our breathing, Lucas' deeper as he's now fast asleep on our laps.

The kid lied; he did pass out.

"Al, we should get back now, before we end up asleep too, huh?"

Both of us are seemingly tired, content and smiling, but tired.

"Mhm," her tired agreement sounds out from beside me. She removes her hand from caressing Lucas' head, she did, since our bottle is long gone empty, and starts to wake Lucas.

"Lukey! Wake up, let's go home" she shakes him lightly, murmuring softly.

And some more until he opens his eyes and mumbles something incoherent. "Home, Lucas, home. Get up now." She says softly.

She's an affectionate drunk. She would have been just fine, if Lucas didn't have any extra liquor hidden at the bottom of the bag, which now is also gone.

Alcoholic Lucas Aden.

I help him sit up, gather our things and stand to leave.

Slowly but surely, we get to the house. The porch light switches on as it spots us, I go to turn it off so it wouldn't wake anybody, just in case. I find the front door locked; mom must have thought we were in bed already. I guide us to the back door, that one is unlocked.

"Get in, Princesa," I say "You too, Alex"

She bursts out laughing and I have to put my hand on her mouth to quiet her.

No more alcohol for her, forever.

Alexandra

I sit on the bed; Myles is braiding one side of my hair and Lucas the other. After successfully making it back to our room, I manged to splash some water to my face to wash it and then tried to braid my hair, it didn't work out. Myles offered to help, forcing Lucas to do the same. Just as my hands had tired quickly, so did the guys' as they let go of my hair and groan in annoyance.

"Never mind" I mutter giving up on an idea to put my hair in a protective hairstyle, or whatever the smart internet girlies call that.

We are all too tired and sluggish to achieve anything.

We all plop down on a bed, not even thinking about moving any time soon. The mattress feels extra comfortable, the blanket and pillows seem extra soft and cold as the night breeze had caressed them.

There is no way I'm getting up to do anything right now. The sleep has already washed over me and my eyes shut automatically.

"Night-night" I wish, but it probably comes out as a mumble. I get a response from one side of me, not sure who, also an incoherent mumble.

I somehow ended up in the middle and as the realisation hits me, I don't find the strength in me to act on my dread.

As anything couldn't get worse, both of these princesses snuggle up to me. I learned today, that Lucas is a funny drunk, as the whole way back he managed to crack jokes or maybe it was just me in 'laughing at everything' phase or state.

Maybe it's just 3am, time when everything is funny.

I already knew that Myles was a cuddler when not sober. Me too, bestie, me too.

I push them away to be able to breathe.

I wake up to the room being as cold as in a freezer. To my left, Lucas has the whole blanket wrapped around him, to my right Myles has the other blanket to up to his waist as he sleeps.