Living La Vida Loca - Harry Lewis & ChrisMD

Chapter 7: Pub Golf

—Evelyn's POV—

"I'm never drinking again," I whisper holding onto my head as Kyla opens the blinds, "You," I mumble lifting my head with a  weak hand, "Have a death wish".

"I think you're overreacting. Where did you even go last night?" She asks while passing me water. I down the liquid as my stomach turns thinking about alcohol.   Her hand picks up something off the ground and she starts laughing immediately, "never mind," she says passing it over. I don't remember taking another Photo Booth photo....but then again I don't remember much.

Ethan and I are leaning on each other as we laugh at something he must have said. As I look down at the other photos Chris randomly pops in putting his arm around me, "The look in Ethan's eyes when Chris came in," I point out as she sits down to analyze them with me.

"Looks like Ethan has competition," she says making me roll my eyes.

"I think Chris just wanted to join. Not every guy that talks to me is into me," I tell her as the door opens.

"She's right," Freezy says making me frown, "Kidding but you guys are missing breakfast," he tells us.

"Who cooked it?" Kyla asks as we start walking downstairs. The smell hits us in the face making us regret coming downstairs. JJ is standing in a frilly apron as he holds the pan in his hand trying to get the burnt eggs off the pan. Can none of these guys cook?

"We should just go out for breakfast," I whisper trudging back upstairs. Kyla stays downstairs to help Freezy look up some places that are nearby. The bathroom door almost knocks into me as I walk towards our room.

"Holy shit, sorry," Chris says shutting the door behind him. I give him a small smile trying not to let my eyes linger at the towel that he's holding up with one hand.

"Ummm the groups going to breakfast. I guess talk to Freezy if you want to go," I say clearing my throat.

"How's the head after last night?" He asks ignoring my statement.

"You know what they say the best way to cure a hangover is by drinking more," I tell him with a dead look in my eyes. He gives me an amused grin before we separate to get ready for breakfast. I grab shorts and a random shirt out of the closet. My shoes are scattered around the bedroom making it hard to find the match.

"Why do I love Freezy?" Kyla says walking in with a smile on her face, "not like that but he's a cool guy," she says making me laugh.

"Are you sure it's not Harry you love?" I tease making her glare at me. If looks could kill I'd be dead, "I saw you guys talking last night," I tell her as she starts looking in the closet.

"Exactly talking. What about you and Ethan? I can't help but remember hearing about you making a move?" She questions.

"We danced all night but I chickened out. I'm terrified to make the first move," I tell her.

"Why though? I think the look in the photo is enough to show you that he's into you," she says as I pick it up off the nightstand.

"Maybe. Who knows pub golf could be the night of all nights," I tell her.

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"Can we start drinking now? Kyla and I have heard the rules a million times. No falling, spilling, and drink it in one go," I shout as Chip hands us cameras. I don't know how I feel about getting plastered on the internet but we only live once, right? We all turn our cameras on and Chip starts doing his intro. Ethan holds up a hat with all of our names in the middle.

"But before we start drinking I have a surprise guest. Drum roll please," he says looking back at us. The lot of us freeze before patting the table we are sat in front of, "Please welcome. Theo Baker," he says as a tall guy walks out of the bar with a Hawaiian shirt and straw hat. The group starts going crazy as Kyla and I clap. We give each other a look having no idea who he is as he sits down next to Chris.