I wake up to the sun blaring in my eyes from the window, god my head is pounding. I made up for having to head out before midnight last night with just a few extra shots at home- not a good idea by the way. I roll out of bed and head to the bathroom, knocking over my acoustic leaning on the wall in the process, which knocked over the stack of clothes on my desk chair- effectively making a new mess.
Fantastic.
I sigh and continue to the bathroom in an attempt at my morning routine. I actively try to brush my teeth without either throwing up or running back into bed, and then get into the shower. After a good amount of time in the steam and heat, I slip into new pajamas and go downstairs to the living room. I plop down on the couch as my mom comes down and into the room, her straight dark brown hair is pulled into a bun and she's dressed in a blazer, black pants and heels for work.
"That tired huh?" She walks past and heads into the kitchen.
"Mmmmm." I groan from the couch, straightening up just a little bit. As far as she's concerned, I'm just super tired.
"When did you get home last night?"
"Like 11:15, you?"
"I think around 2:00 or somethin- you were only out till 11?"
"Did you want me out later?" I joke.
"Absolutely not, your state just had me thinking you were out later. At least Midnight."
"Wes wanted to leave early because 'his mom was getting worried'," I air quote, "Why'd you get home so late, mom?" I slowly sit up.
"Just getting my stuff ready and finishing my last few articles, fixing things up before the trip." She walks back into the living room.
"That's this week?" I watch her walk back into her room.
"This Monday." When is that?
"What day is it?"
"Saturday..." She walks out, pauses and tilts her head.
"I knew that- I was just testing you." I joke, plopping back on the couch and pointing at her.
"Mhm." She comes over and plants a kiss on my forehead before heading off for work.
It's been just me and my mom my whole life. She had me her senior year and never really told me who my dad was. Says he was an immature piece of shit- but I guess that's what happens when you accidentally procreate with a teenage boy. Even though she had me pretty young, I had nothing less than a great childhood full of birthday parties, the best friends, game nights and hella girls trips. Was I spoiled as an only child? No...maybe. I remember her taking three jobs at one point to keep us in our apartment, now she's the highest paid journalist in Woodsboro- and we have a two story house. I was never really curious about my dad, and to be honest, I've been fine without him. Probably why me and Tara are so close, our situations are almost exactly the same, except I'm an only child- and my mom can remember what day of the week it is. She goes on a business trip every summer for about a week and a half for some convention thing, which is usually one of the longest weeks ever, but she always brings me back some sort of souvenir so, it's worth it I guess.
After a few hours of poorly attempting to nurse a hangover -if I can even call it that- I get a text from Tara. Which is weird, because if I know anything, it's that her and Mindy have real hangovers.
tara:
You doing anything rn
other than cursing my poor choices last night no
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A Letter To You // Amber Freeman X Fem Reader
Fanfictiony/n, 17, and her friends are kicking off the summer before their senior year doing what normal teenagers do: party, work, hangout and gossip. y/n's found her relationship with former friend to boyfriend Wes the focus of most group discussions, and n...
