The Girl with the Mismatched Converse

In All Seriousness...

Christian's POV

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A car door closing snaps my head up, instantly making me regret my decision. As I slowly lift my head from my fetal position outside my house, I see the dust from a car driving away from my house. 

Oh, that's nice...

I stand, woozy from my short nap in an uncomfortable position, and try the doorknob again. This time, I enter my house. Or, what I thought was my house. Cups and trash litter almost every inch of the floor, as well as the tops of furniture and a fair bit of the kitchen. 

"Laura!" I yell, running through the garbage on the floor. 

I reach her room and push the door open to find a perfectly neat room with nothing in it. No clothes, no makeup, nothing. She's gone.

"Laura," I mutter as I sulk, dropping onto her bed. 

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Sometime later, I decided to get up off my ass and clean. My parents will not be happy if they come home to a messy and unclean house. Setting my speaker up on the kitchen counter, I set my phone next to it and press play. The song that comes up is at least tolerable, so I clean through my playlist.

After a few hours, three trash bags of red solo cups, and three repeats on my playlist, the house is somewhat acceptable. At this point, I'm lucky if I don't get more chores for creating a messy environment. Er, Laura...

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Laura's POV

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"No, guys, I feel really bad. Let's go back," I say, tapping Zach's shoulder. "It's been five hours. Let's just go back and help if he hasn't cleaned up, yet."

Scar rolls her eyes. "Shut up. We're having fun!"

It's my turn to roll my eyes as I cross my arms and lean into my chair. After we trashed the house, we decided to go to a bar. That plays really loud music. And allows underage drinking. Guess who chose to go here. No surprise: Zach. He's wasted, Scar has a 'buzz,' and Adrian is trying to avoid all the bartenders, but he just walked up to the bar and ordered a drink. 

I sigh. I'm going to have to drive. That's just great. It's almost 5:00 pm—rush hour, as well as a bunch of  stupid drivers who don't know what a SPEED LIMIT is!

"Scarlett!" I yell, getting her attention. "I am leaving. And seeing as you are all drunk or drinking, I'm the designated driver. Therefore, we are leaving. You'll all regret your drinking tomorrow," I scold, dragging everyone out of the bar. 

Once everyone is in the car, I get in the driver's seat and start the car, turning on the A/C. I forget where Adrian lives, so I decide to just take everyone back to Christian's house. Besides, I won't have to make multiple trips, wasting gas—and money. 

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As I pull into the long driveway, I'm greeted by Christian, who's blocking the entire road. He grins and hops out of his car, strolling over to ours. I roll the window down just as he sticks his pretty little face behind it. 

"Hey," he greets, his grin still plastered on his face. 

"Hi," I grumble, squinting through my sunglasses. "Why are you blocking the road?"

"Just wanted to know when you got back," he says innocently, opening my door. "Besides, it looks like you could use some help."

I follow his finger and see that Scar puked all over her jacket.