I'm not best pleased with this to be quite honest but it's more of a filler and I'll probably update something less boring later or tommorrow..
I know these first few chapters have been boring but the starters are never as good as the mains or the deserts remember ;)
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"Emmie." Maddie sighed, lightly grasping my thigh as she attempted to be sympathetic.
I wiped a few warm tears away from my stained cheeks and shook my head, "Look guys, she's fine! My mum's fine okay! Maybe Dad knocked her up unexpectedly or something? Who knows?"
They all nodded despite clearly being unconvinced by my pathetic argument. Jim cleared his throat before excusing himself and heading off towards the bathroom. As he did so, he brushed my shoulders lightly causing me to catch his eyes which were beckoning me to follow.
"I-I think I'm going to g-go to bed now guys." I stuttered hesitantly.
"It's only eleven o'clock," Sam pouted tipsily, "You're nowhere near smashed enough to go to bed!"
Kyle and Maddie nodded frantically in agreement but I ignored them and followed Jim out anyway. I peaked into the bathroom where he was facing the mirror above the sink, fixing his hair. Noticing my reflection behind him, he grinned and turned round.
"Emmie," he began with a sigh, "Don't try lying to us, we're your friends. I know you better than you know yourself and I can tell you're freaking out about this..."
A lump appeared in my throat as I held back a flow of tears. Damn, why was I such a sad drunk?
"I'm not 'freaking out' Jim," I lied through gritted teeth, "I don't know, I guess I'm just a bit scared you know? 95% of me is telling me everything's fine and I'm overreacting but that other 5% is screaming 'shit's about to go down bitch!'"
"You're funny when you're drunk Em," Jake laughed hypocritically, a strong scent of vodka laced into his words, "Anyway, I think you need to give that 5% a reality check! You're a Matthews! The most 'perfect' and normal family in all of Birmingham!"
I scoffed at his friendly accusation and realised just how clueless he was. Jack was best mates with a group of drugged up party animals; I'd spent most of the evening topless in front of four other people; the memories of my little sister devouring her boyfriend's face earlier that week were nowhere near leaving my mind and not to mention my parents were keeping something apparently important from all of us. Our family was hardly perfect. In fact, little Anna was possibly the only normalish thing about us.
Jim lifted my chin up so my crystal blue eyes were face to face with his own deep dark brown ones. His alcoholic breath danced on the surface of my lips and my heart began to beat so loud he could probably hear it through my chest.
I felt blood rushing to my cheeks as memories of the previous summer flooded back to me. The soft feeling of his tender lips pressed against mine; the quiet whirring sound flowing through my ears; his gentle finger tips cupping the side of my cheeks. Then the memories of what followed came back to haunt me as they always did. That awkward conversation the following morning with the word 'REGRET' painted on both of our faces; the defeaning silence of the car journey home where neither of us knew what to say; the months it took to rebuild our friendship to as it was before the kiss.
As painful as it was, I turned my face away from Jim's before he could lean in and leave us to relive last year's events. I couldn't let him put both of us through it all again.
"Let's go to bed Jim." I sighed, pushing my body away from his.
He raised an eyebrow provocatively but I simply shook my head, shooting him down, "No, let's go to SLEEP Jim."
I noticed his excited expression fade to a sorrowful one before he instantly faked a grin, "Don't worry Em. I haven't got the hots for you anymore anyway."
He smirked before shoving past me and out of the bathroom leaving me feeling like shit. I hated when Jim acted like that. When he refused to show his true emotions when he was upset or angry about something. He was such a little liar.
After washing my face to remove any trace of makeup, I walked down the hall and towards mine and Jim's room where his defeaning snores were echoing off the walls causing me to roll my eyes- he was such a sleepy drunk.
I was about to turn the handle of the door when a chirpy slurred voice I recognised as Sam's called out from behind me, "No, no, no Emily! I told you once and I'll tell you again! You're not going anywhere 'till you're drowning in vodka little Missie!"
I let out a quiet groan, dealing with a hungover Sam was never fun and I was already dreading the next morning, "Samantha, how much alcohol is in your system right now?"
"Don't use fancy words like that Maddie it makes my head hurt!" she frowned, tugging me towards the others.
"Emily," I corrected but she chose to ignore me.
"MATTHEWS!" Kyle bear hugged me as soon as I entered the room, thankfully his breath didn't reek too badly of alcohol, "We thought you'd escaped early!"
I took in my surroundings. Somebody had obviously dropped something as a small pile of shattered glass was spread out on the floor by the coffee table. I made a mental note to wear slippers the next morning before taking a seat next to Maddie on the sofa. She appeared to be pretty damn tipsy but, unlike Sam, she also appeared to not be completely wasted.
"Em," she shot me a pleading smile, "Can you go get the beer out the fridge? I hate vodka."
I raised my brows at her, she sure seemed to be loving the vodka twenty minutes ago, but nodded my head and headed out towards the kitchen. The fridge was stuffed with mostly cheap alcohol but there were a couple bottles of good wine and champagne saved for Sunday night's party. It looked like we were going to be living on take out for the next few days then...
I grabbed a couple Carlings before heading back to the living room where Sam was nowhere to be seen. I sent Kyle a confused glance, asking for an explanation but he was cut off before he could answer by the sound of Sam retching from the toilet.
"Should I go?" Maddie questioned, taking a beer out of my hand. To all of our surprise, Maddie and Sam had got on amazingly this evening. Despite a quick row over who had nicer tits, they had hardly bickered at all.
"No," I sighed, placing the rest of the alcohol on the table, "I'll go."
By the time I entered the bathroom, Sam was leaning against the toilet bowl, her hair ruffled and her cheeks stained with dry puke. She was clutching her stomach and letting out a deep groan.
"Aw, Sammy," I sighed, taking a seat next to her as she buried her head inside the toilet once again, "Vodka's not your thing is it?"
She shook her head in agreement as I held her back. To be honest, I was pretty certain vodka wasn't anybody's thing but Sam was a notorious light-weight.
A good ten minutes later, I stripped Sam down and forced her into a cool shower before leading her into her bedroom and tucking her into her king-sized bed. If this was pre-hangover, tomorrow was going to be a monstrosity of hell.
"I love you Maddie," I heard her whisper sleepily as I turned out the lights.
Rolling my eyes, I closed the door behind her. She really needed to stop getting my name wrong.
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