Hai guys, thought i'd start writing this one seeing asthough, i was struggling with my last one Possessive. So i'm starting this one. Hope you enjoy it. :)
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Charpter One.
The morning After.
"Macey! Macey! Get the Hell up now! We have to help Jonathon clean up before his parents get back!" Claire had screamed to her.
Macey jumped up with her tiger coloured hair sticking up everywhere.She looked around the living room. Cushions were off the sofa's. Silly string hung from the large, 50 inch plasma TV that hung on the wall.The wooden flooring was now sticky from where drinks had been spilt.
Lifeless (very hungover) bodies lay, planted around the house, half naked, over dressed.. Some evern only covered by a a cushion 'Poor cushion' Macey thought to herself. A puke stentch fulled the air making the teenager gag.
"Why do you drag me into these things?" Macey asked sounding naisily as she pinched her nose.
As Claire stepped her way around the bodies like they're hot lava she turned around and simply smiled. "Because you love me". Her fine lips parted to show a huge, white grin. Claire stood there at 5'10, long legs, caaramel skin and brown eyes. Her curly hair sticking up caused Maccey to laugh.
Claire with Macey folowing, hopping over the bodies. Macey muttered "And you love Jonathon". "What was that?" Claire questioned raising her perfectly shaped eyebrow, turning round and walking backwards.
"Noth-" MAcey was cutt of by Claire. She had managed to trip over someone who was sprawled out on the foo, who then fell flat on her behind. Straight into someones thrown up pizza chunks. Macey held in her giggles as Claire shrieked. Macey said with no emotion "Karma's a bitch" and then smiled sweetly.
After a few minutes of the two girls recovering they stood in their original stances thinking of what to do next.
Macey proped up- "So umm.. Where is Jonathon?". Claire answered "upstars getting changed". Maceys eyes lit up like a light bulb. "Go ask him to borrow something other than sick covered clothes". "No" Claire gasped. "Fine then I'm not helping you help loverboy!" Macey stated. Claire blushed and looked confused. "Yeah i know hunnie." With that Macey smiled and gestured Claire to go upstairs.
After a few minutes of contemplating. Claire decided to go and ask Jonny for some clothes.
Macey danced. hopping over the bodies on her way to the kitchen. Goose bumps appeared on her dark, tanned legs. "Stupid cold kitchen". She walked over to the kitchen cupboard, which was under the sink, bending over with her back to the door- she was looking for black bin bags to go "litter picking" around the untidy house.
Suddenly, Macey knew that she had company and it wasn't Claire. Macey tried to stand up straight but instead she failed and hit her head on the cupboard door above.
Dizzy, Macey fell to the floor and moaned about the cupbaord being stupid. The stranger rushed over to her. Macey looked up and there stood a tanned, blue eyed boy. Only wearing blue beach shorts, and the top of his Kelvin Clein boxers were on show. Something lit up in Macey's brown eyes.
The boy held out his hand to the girl on the floor. "I'm Darrell, and are you okay?" the boy asked with a little worry in his voice. Macey looked at the lonely hand warely- She finally took it. "I'm Macey and I appreciate your hand but err- you can let go of me now". Strartled Darrell pulled away with a slight pppink to his cheeks. "Oh right Sorry" he said. Darrell bent down to pick up the black bags from the cupboard. "Here" and handed them to Macey. After ripping one off the roll for himself.
Macey thanked him for it, and then said "Can you stop looking at me like that please?" Darrell apologized. Maccey started "I'm not inter-" Darrell finished off the word "interested, i know, you maded that clear last night." As he rubbed a bruise on his left cheekborn. "You sure can punch though, Darl". "Yeah well". Macey said not bothered.
Darrell turned away from Macey with a hurt expression on his face. Macey touched his arm. "Look i'm sorry, i'm just not really up to having a boyfriend right now". "Sure you're not" He said. "And what's that supposed to mean?" Maccey questioned.
"Oh so you don't remember last night, do you, darl?" Darrel questioned, back.
