𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐆𝐚𝐦𝐞 |𝟏𝟖+|

17. The dinner party

Lennons pov

"Lenny, I know you're cold but we need to get this off you."

I was currently stood by the side of Brooks' truck. Duke was with him and they were both trying to convince me to remove the hoodie that I'd vomited all over.

"I love this hoodie." It was safe to say that I was still a little tipsy, regardless of the guts I just spewed into a trashcan.

"I know you do sprite, but I'll give you mine for now. Just until we get it cleaned."

I stumbled on my feet, both guys grabbing an arm to stabilise me. "Lenn, do you seriously wanna drive home with sick all over you?"

I pouted at Duke. "She's gonna be so mad at me."

Both of their faces frowned. "Who's going to be so mad at you?"

I turned to Duke again. "Sober Lennon." My sorry state still somehow knew that Duke is the only one who's first handedly witnessed my unhealthy relationship with alcohol.

And because of that, Duke grabbed my face in his hands and kissed my forehead, whispering in my ear. "We'll deal with that when it comes Lenny. But for now, you need to get changed and get in the truck."

I nodded, tears welling in my eyes and a fuzzy head setting in.

"What was that about?" Brooks spoke to his friend, but I was too busy trying to pry my hoodie off to care.

"Doesn't matter right now. Just help her get in the truck, I'll go and get the engine running." Duke disappeared to the drivers seat, leaving me outside with Brooks.

"Come here you weirdo."

Brooks helped me pull my hoodie off, replacing it with his own and scrunching up my spoiled one with discomfort on his face.

I relished in the feeling of his clothing. It was still warm and smelled so much like him.

I was then proceeded to be helped into the back of the truck, Brooks pausing after bucking me up. He looked at me with concern. "Answer me honestly sprite. Were you alone tonight?"

My eyes fluttered as my stomach went round. I looked at him and I knew I'd regret it. But I lied a second time tonight. "Yes."

Even through my hazy eyes, I knew that look. It was a look Brooks never used but it certainly hit its mark tonight. Disappointment.

"I've said it before and I'll say it again. You've always been shit at lying." With that, he shut the car door, rounding the truck and getting in the passenger seat beside Duke.

And as we drove off into the night, tears kept rolling and rolling down my cheeks.

I'm such a fuck up. Why do I always have to go and ruin things just as they were getting good?

***

I awoke with a pounding head and a swirling stomach. But when I opened my eyes, I quickly noticed I wasn't in my bedroom.

The thought had me sitting up, way too quickly before I realised where I was. Brooks' apartment.

I found myself running to the bathroom, heaving the remainder of my insides up until I was panting and sweating over the bowl.

Eventually, once I could just about lift myself from the floor, I ventured to the mirror and cringed at the state I looked.

I seriously need a shower - is that dried puke in my hair?