Nothing Like Us

chapter 25

"B..." I mutter, burying my face further down into the pillow. "I don't know if it's yours or mine but make it quit."

The vibration of the cell phone against the nightstand is deafening and ripping through my brain sharply, making my head pound even worse that it already is.

"Bobbi!" I repeat in annoyance "Turn it the fuck off."

Still, it rattles on until I finally raise my head and realize she isn't next to me in bed. She's probably up already. I call for her again while squinting at my phone. I direct the call to voice mail with a quiet "Sorry Scoot...not up to dealing with you right now." As I fight my way into a sitting position.

"Fuck..." I groan, dropping my head in my hands, willing myself to stand by counting to three. I've never been so hungover in my life...my mouth is so dry I can barely swallow, I feel like I could throw up any second and my head, jesus fucking Christ...my head. What's worse though is that I have no idea what happened last night, where b is, or who's even still in my house at this point.

I stumble my way into the bathroom, groaning in pain while stripping off the clothes from yesterday that I'm still wearing, and then twist the shower handle.

I let the water rain over me and silently pray for even a little relief.

It helps, but not by much and I still feel like death when I step out, and I begin to worry when I pull on a pair of sweats and become so dizzy I have to steady myself with my hand against the wall.

"B!" I yell down the hallway, wincing at the volume of my own voice.

"Sunglasses..." I mumble, backtracking into the room to grab a pair. It's not even that bright in the room with the curtains closed, but what little light there is glares in my eyes and blurs my focus.

I slump my way slowly down the stairs and glance around at the first floor rooms I can see. "Shit..." red plastic cups rest on every visible surface, along with bottles, ashtrays, paper plates, pizza boxes and from the looks of it, everything else under the sun.

"Hey." Ryan greets me around a huge mouthful of cereal.

"What the fuck happened here last night?" I ask "I mean, damn."

His hand stops mid spoonful "Oh, the church's youth ministry held scripture study here, that's all. What's it look like happened?"

"Housekeeper's gonna need to bring a whole fucking crew." I laugh a little while fumbling around in the cabinet for some Tylenol "Where's b at by the way?"

He remains silent until I turn to face him "Well?"

His mouth drops open a little and then he shakes his head "You seriously don't remember?"

"Nope." I shrug, fighting to pop the child proof cap with a ridiculous degree of difficulty "That's what's weird bro. I remember that girl being here, the fan from outside, and something about her wanting to swim or whatever. What kind of weird shit is that? It's cold out."

"Huh-uh..." he corrects "You suggested Chaz show her the pool because she was acting a little fatal attraction-ish."

"Don't be a dick...they just get like that sometimes."

"Yeah.." he agrees, shoveling another bite into his mouth "That's what you said last night too."

I slide onto the stool beside him at the breakfast bar "Anyway, you know where b's at?"

"Bobbi's gone." He replies quietly.

"Where? She could've at least told me she was going out."

He eyes me with a strange expression "You really don't remember do you?"