All Of Me

Chapter Eight: Hungover

I woke up the next morning with a very bad headache, I groaned and closed my eyes again. My dad wasn't having any of that. He plopped on the edge of my bed.

"COME ON, SLEEPY HEAD, TIME TO GET UP!" he yelled in the loudest voice possible.

"Daaaddd," I whined, pulling the pillow over my head.

"Come on, kiddo, go get ready. We have all the day before us," he said. "You know, you wouldn't be feeling like this if you hadn't drank so much last night."

"Blame the guys, they are so . . . Convincing. . . Is that the word for it?" I muttered, still slightly drunk.

"A nice, cold shower will help," my dad said as he pulled the covers off of me.

I groaned as I stumbled into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. I groaned again when I saw my appearance in the mirror. My brown locks were disarray, spilling out of it's bun, and my brown eyes were slightly sunken in. I took a quick shower, slid on a robe, and blow dried my hair. I slid into a pair of black leggings, a pair of jean shorts, a tank top and my cropped Team Sal shirt. I left my naturally curly hair down and exited the bathroom. I slipped into a pair of converses and grabbed my phone.

"Ready to go?" I asked, turning to my dad.

We went down to the restaurant for breakfast where we saw the guys having breakfast as well. I groaned, once again. Of course, it was just my luck that they two would be here. Q was the first one to notice me and he nudged the others, they all turned around and waved.

"SANDY!"

We walked over to their table and they took two more chairs to add for us. We sat down.

"So, you are the guys who got my daughter drunk last night?" My father spoke in a rather serious tone.

The guys froze in their spots, like deers in headlights, and I struggled to keep from laughing.

"Uh, well, you see. . . " Sal trailed off, struggling to come up with an explanation.

I couldn't help myself, I burst into laughter. Their faces were just too funny.

"I can't believe you gave me up, traitor," my father said. "Sorry, gents, that was a joke, you can all relax now."

They simultaneously let out sighs of relief and I laughed again.

"You guys act like you guys are dating me and meeting my father for the first time," I said with a giggle.

"Well, maybe we are. Hey, we'd make perfect boyfriends," Joe said.

"Except Murr, you don't touch her," my father growled.

I laughed as Murr's frightened look. Once again, I was having such a good time with these guys; all my fears slipping away. Unbeknownst to me, Sal was watching me.