The Girl with the Mismatched Converse

Pancakes and Assholes

"Wha—?" I sit up abruptly, sending my head spinning. 

My eyes search for some kind of sign of where I am. Memories of the night before flood back. Shortly after, I look around and see all my friends, but no Christian. 

"Ugh," Scar moans, rolling onto her stomach. "Who is inside my skull, pounding to get out?!" she yells, only causing more groans. 

I chuckle quietly and make my way through the obstacle course of hungover bodies. Sadly, I miss a step and face-plant into soft flesh. 

"You're up," it says, pushing me away slightly. 

I blush when I see Christian's bright green eyes staring at me. "Yeah," I breathe, backing up onto someone's head.

"Ow," Zach says, shoving my foot. 

That sent me tumbling back into Christian, who had turned around to close the door. I smashed into Christian, making him hit his head on the door. We ended up on top of each other like so many times before. 

"Hey, beautiful," he says slowly, sitting upright on his own time.

I back up and look at him, concern in my eyes. "Are you okay?"

He bites his lip, probably to bite back tears, and nods, whimpering. "Yeah," he whispers. "Just peachy."

I stand up and make my way to the kitchen. On my way out the door, I heard Christian start whimpering more and more, full on sobbing when he moves into his room. I giggle and grab pancake mix. Whenever Zach has a hangover the day after a sleepover, he always asked for pancakes. It's just become a habit. 

"What is that smell?" Zach asks, grinning as he sits at the breakfast bar. "Aw, Lauren. You didn't have to do this!"

I roll my eyes and set a plate of pancakes in front of him. He's lucky I'm in a good mood, otherwise I would've just given him one pancake, not three and a few strawberries and blueberries. 

"Is that pancakes?" Scar yells, running into the kitchen, Adrian close on her heels. "Oh, my God, Lauren. You have to make pancakes more often!" She stuffs one of Zach's pancakes in her mouth. 

"Damn," he whispers. "Adrian, you're lucky as f—" I send Zach a glare. "—udge."

Adrian smirks and drops into a seat, but misses and falls onto the floor. 

"Good morning," Christian mumbles, walking in with an ice pack on his head. "Is that pancakes?"

I giggle. "Yes, yes it is," I say, handing him a plate. "Your parents might need to go to the store later and get more pancake mix." I hold out the box for him to see. "The fat cows eat more than I do."

Scar looks up, syrup all over her face. "What? That's crazy. I don—" she looks down at her plate. "I'm out of pancakes."

I stifle another giggle and give her two more. "At that rate, you'll be fat by the end of the morning."

At that, she stuffed her pancake in her mouth and pushed the other one at me. With her mouth full, she says, her voice muffled, "You can have that one."

I smile sweetly and begin to eat my pancakes. 

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After our disastrous breakfast, I announce that I'm taking everyone home. Christian, of course, wanted to tag along, but I made him stay. 

"Scar!" I yell, tapping my foot. She always takes forever to gather things, even when she has nothing to gather. "You have nothing here; let's go!"

Still nothing.

"Scarlett Marissa Darby!" I yell. "Get your ass out here so we can go!"

I hear chuckles next to me. "Girl trouble?" Christian asks, balancing his head on his elbows, which are propped up on the couch. 

I grin and shove his face away. "Scar—Oh, there you are."

Her cheeks are tinged pink as she walks awkwardly out the door. "Let's go," she mumbles. "Bye, Christian!" 

With a small laugh, I wave goodbye and close the door. I make my way to Scar's car—hey, that rhymes!—pushing Zach to the passenger side as I step in. 

"Why can't I drive?" he whines, pouting in his seat. 

I glare at him. "Put your seatbelt on."

"I don't want to."

"It's the law."

"I'm above the law," he states, sitting upright with his hands on his hips. 

I punch him lightly. "Put your damn seatbelt on." 

Putting his hands up in defeat, he buckles his seatbelt and I start the car. Pulling out of the driveway, I drive down the long road towards the long highway, which leads to the long street in which—I'm just kidding. We're driving to our neighborhood. 

"You never answered my question," Zach pouts, crossing his arms again. 

I roll my eyes. "You're hungover and you could kill us."

"So could you!"

"I'm not hungover," I snap.

"Maybe so, but you suck at driving," Adrian quips, shrinking when I send him a glare. "Geez, it's someone's time of the month," he says under his breath, but I still hear it. 

Since we're only on a side road that no one drives down, I can pull over, so I do. "Adrian, so help me, I will kick you out and you can walk home."

He smirks. "You're only proving my point, sweetheart."

His words stump me. "I—you—since when do you call me sweetheart?"

"Since now," he says, sitting back and popping a strawberry in his mouth. 

"You're an ass," I mumble, pulling out from the side of the road.

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"Bye, asshole!" I yell as Adrian steps out of the car, slamming the door before he walks to the door. 

That's the last one. I let out a big breath, thinking of the long drive back. All by myself, too. Switching the radio to the AUX cord, I plug in my phone and turn on Fall Out Boy. What can I say? It's my weakness. 

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A/N: 

I'm SO SO SO sorry it took me so long to update. I bring no excuses; I just couldn't find anything to write about. It was kind of an awkward last chapter, so I didn't know how to bring the funny back. Hope this is good enough...

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