Chapter 5: Angel

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My head is pounding so hard it could explode. I hear birds chirping around me, but I couldn't bear to lift my head just yet. "Fuck..." I groaned. It took me a minute to regain myself. Then, I finally lifted my head and looked around me; I was in Ava's backyard.

"What the hell?" I thought as I sat up and looked around once again. The entire yard was completely trashed. There were red solo cups all over the place, a garden gnome had been smashed, and confetti covered the grass. I was the only person back here though, and I could only imagine how awful it looked in the house.

I stood up slowly and started to head inside. My head is still pounding intensely. I slid open the glass door and dropped my jaw. Food is all over the floor, wine has soaked a spot on the carpet, paper plates were all over as well, along with puke on the kitchen floor; it was as if a tornado blew in here. I reached for my phone in my pocket. I'm surprised it's still on me.

The time was 12:30pm, and I had 3 missed calls from my mother and a text message from 30 minutes ago of her asking where I was. I simply responded to the text saying I stayed the night with Ava. Now I need to find the other girls.

As I walked around the trashed house, I was really shocked to not see a single person passed out and still here. I guess I'm glad everyone made it home okay. I headed upstairs after searching the first floor, and went straight to the bathroom; I found Carrie passed out with her head in the toilet. I sat next to her and started poking her and telling her to wake up. She groaned at me to go away.

"Carrie I really have to pee, and you need to get up. At least scoot yourself outside the door." She didn't budge, so I wrapped my arms under hers and dragged her out. She groaned loudly again.

After using the bathroom and stepping over Carrie's slumped body, I next headed towards Ava's parent's bedroom. There was Liz, passed out, and lying peacefully on the bed. I sat next to her and shook her awake. I started laughing obnoxiously though because her body was covered in graffiti. She opened her eyes slowly and gave me a glossy look.

"What's so funny?" She asked, half awake. "Nothing." I responded. "I'm going to find Ava real quick. Just try to wake up alright? It's 12:30." Liz groaned at me, and I left the room. Glad them two are at least still breathing.

I finally headed towards Ava's room and opened the door slowly as it creaked, and she was laying alone on her bed. "Ava." I called out. She just laid there motionless. "AVA!" I yelled and clapped my hands together. She groaned and got up slowly.

"Angel.. holy shit ..." she started to say. "Get up Ava, the place is trashed. We need to clean it up fast before your parents get home." I said as I started to head out the door. "THE PLACE IS TRASHED?" She exclaimed. "Angel, get everyone together to help out!" I chuckled. "I was already working on it." I said as I closed the door behind me.

I nearly stumbled over Carrie still slumped on the ground. We were all clearly severely hung over. I tried talking to her again.

"Carrie.. hey. You really need to get up. We need to clean up the house before Ava's parent's return home." Her eyes finally started to open fully. "Oh ... okay" she said in a raspy voice as she tried to sit up. I went back to Liz and told her the same thing. They both managed to get up after a few minutes.

Ava came out of the room and nearly screamed her head off. "I'M SO DEAD!" She shouted. "HOLY SHIT I'M SO DEAD!" I tried to comfort her. "Hey. me, Liz, and Carrie will help you clean everything up! It shouldn't be a problem with the 4 of us. When do you think your parents will be home?"

Ava started pacing around the hallway. "I ... I don't know! Shit!" She slammed her fist against the wall. "Well, I'll get started in the kitchen." Suggested Carrie. "Liz can clean the living room, and Angel can clean outside!" Ava calmed down a bit. "Alright, thanks guys, and move your asses." She said in a snarl. We all immediately scattered out to help clean.

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