My Father Is Who!?

Hold My Hand

*some hours later*

It's almost 10pm, I sit between Phil and Alan, while Tino has his head in Austin's lap and Aaron is half naked on the floor, snoozing away.
We're watching Insidious, and I'm shitting myself. Holding the blanket up to my face we all jump in sync at the jumps scares, and if there's one thing I hate, it's ghosts and paranormal shit, I will cry if I get scared.

Alan stirs next to me and stands up,

"Hey where are you going?" I say, my ginger head rest leaving me,

"Gotta shit," he says, making Austin and Tino laugh.

"I'm coming too," I say jumping up and running after Alan, scared something like A GHOST is chasing me- I'm paranoid.

"Ladies first," says Alan letting me go up the stairs and into the bathroom first,

"It's dark in here," I say looking around for the light switch,

"Would you like me to hold your hand?" Says Alan giggling from in the corridor... Well I wouldn't mind.

"Race you down the stairs," says Alan after we both go to the bathroom,

"You're on," I say grinning up at him, and we both run to the stairs where Alan literally jumps half the stairs and makes it to the bottom before I get past 3 steps.

"Alan is the supreme champion of stair races," says Tino,

They actually have stair races? This sounds like a fun house hold.

"Well, I better get going anyway," says Tino standing up and stretching, and carefully watching the movie as he walks to grab his car keys.

"I think I might go as well," says Phil, and Aaron stirs and decides to leave as well,

"I'm crashing here," says Alan running and jumping back on the couch, and I like how he just says he's staying and doesn't ask- Austin has no choice, the ginger princess is staying the night.

"Was nice meeting you, Alex," says Aaron, "can't wait to spend more time with you," he says smiling and walking out the door being followed by Tino and Phil and they say their goodbyes.

I go sit down on the couch with Austin and Alan, feeling kinda sleepy and lean against Austin where I slowly drift off to sleep.

*the next morning*

I wake up and find myself in a strange room... mum?

Oh, wait.

I sit up and realise where I am, but how did I get to my bed? Austin or Alan must have carried me up the stairs to my room, the poor things. I may be short, but I'm not exactly skinny either.

I swing my legs over my bed and on the cold wooden floor and stare at myself in the wardrobe mirror which is next to my bed. My hair knotted, makeup smeared everywhere and my thighs the size of Texas pulling tightly on my little night shorts.
I open the wardrobe door and find a pink gown, eh, it'll do.

I walk down the stairs, my feet making patting noises as I hold my gown together and I see Alan sprawled out across the kitchen table, totally passed out.

I walk over and giggle at the sight of him, he's in his boxers and that's it, his hairs a mess and his face looking all cute smooshed against the stone surface of the bench.

"Hey kiddo," says Austin sleepily as he appears from the stairs rubbing at his eyes, "you passed out last night, I offered to carry you to bed but Alan was pretty consistent on taking you," he says giggling "also, we have to talk about school and touring and how that'll all tie together."

Great, I hate school with a passion, I hope I'd be able to do it online, because before mum passed away I got suspended for punching a kid in the nose for making fun of my mum for barely being able to scrape by with money, he deserved it, and everyday I suffered panic attacks, the workload, the kids and the teachers was all too much for little old me.