The Bad Boy From Boston

Excitement

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Dean's P.O.V.

My eyes fluttered open. My head was throbbing and my vision was foggy.

I turned my head to the left of me and saw April laying next to me.

I began to sit up but felt a hand forcing my back down. April was now leaning over me, gesturing me to rest. I didn't protest because I knew if I did, I would end up in even more pain than I already am.

I rolled back over and drifted off into something that seemed like a coma, forever.. infinite.

~

I find that I awoke to the smell of my own sweat.

Or fart.

Something like that.

I used my abs to pull my body upward and suprisingly, with no pain coming from my body or my head.

I took my first step onto the wood floor from what seemed like ages, and began to look around.

I felt as though I was alone, everything was silent. Calm.

I suddenly noticed how thirsty I was. So I began walking down into the kitchen to get something to drink.

"Long time now see!" A high pitched voice coming from behind me said.

I twirled around like a tornado and saw Carly standing there with a Hot Pocket, munching away.

Then, Travis exits the room off to the left, smirking.

I then look around for clues to WHY he is smirking and see he has his hand firmly placed on Carly butt.

Lovely.

I pushed back my hair out of my face with my right hand in slow motion, still not fully in control of my half asleep body.

"Where's April?" I asked tiredly barely moving my mouth, eyes droopy.

"She went out to run some errands." Carly stated.

I turned to walk down the hardwood stair case when Carly spoke again. "Oh! And Dean," she paused. "Happy Birthday." I she said in a caring voice. Soft and sweet.

Although I wasn't looking at her, I could tell she was smiling.

So its my birthday, huh. April 2nd.

Lost in the silent thought that today is my eighteenth birthday, my stomach gargled. Reminding me that I haven't eaten in days.

I walked down to the fridge, and grabbed a box of left over pizza.

My favorite. Its like they were expecting me to wake up today.

Or knew it was my birthday.

The second one sounds more realistic.

As I close the fridge, I notice a pink Post-It note stuck to the stainless steel finish.

Dean, 

Go into my closet and put on what I have hanging on the back of the door. Be ready by 6:00. Oh! And shower too please, you haven't in days.

Love April

Almost like a reflex, immediately lifted my left arm to sniff my pit, and sure enough, the stench was horrendous.

I turned to the clock to see what time it was. 4:30.

Might as well shower now.

~