The cold splash of the water on my face was shocking yet refreshing. I knew I must have drank too much because I don't particularly remember taking a nap in the middle of Steven's parent's driveway.
"Get up, whore!" The sound of Phil's voice is so intense, it's almost as intense as the sun that I swear is currently burning my eyeballs out of their sockets.
"Can we not talk so loud" I say before trying to regain my balance. Standing up wasn't the problem; it was trying not to fall back down.
"Where the hell is my top gone?" I ask, realising all I had on was my shorts and bra.
"Good English" he says, pointing at the satellite antenna on the side of Steven's house.
"Oh shit" I say, squinting at the sight of my purple vest top clinging to the top of the satellite antenna. Again, the sun is killing me.
"It's with your left shoe" he adds.
I take one more look at the antenna and notice my worn down converse sitting on the roof. I glance back down at my foot and notice that I only have one shoe on.
"Oh" was all I managed.
"Come on" he grabs my arms to steady me inside where I can finally see properly with the lack of sun. Thank you, Steven's parents, for the blackout blinds.
Anne-Marie is clearing stuff up in the background with Lauren and Steven are making coffee.
"I guess everyone else left" I say. No one responds but I didn't really expect them to. Anne-Marie and Lauren head past us towards the door. I was about to warn them about the sun but couldn't find the words, or even tell my body to move and make eye contact, so that didn't work out.
Phil sits me down on the sofa and Steven comes over to me with a cup of coffee.
"Look who decided to join us" he laughed, handing me the cup.
"Thank you" I manage.
"You had quite a night last night little slut!" he laughs again and it takes me a moment to realise what he's saying. Then I'm reminded of my wake-up call. Whore? Slut? I mean I know they don't mean it but there must be a reason.
I take a sip of my coffee and try and find the words to speak.
"What- What do you mean?" I say, truly puzzled.
Steven laughs a little louder and Phil just starts playing with my hair. "Classic! She doesn't remember!" he says laughing... again...
"Phil, fill her in will you? I need a sandwich"
I look to Phil who has braided my hair. He comes and sits beside me, he isn't laughing like Steven is. In fact he looks quite serious.
"Babe, that wasn't nice" he starts "you really hurt her."
I genuinely can't remember a thing. I must have drank more than I realised.
"What did I do?"
"You seriously don't remember?" he asks, but I don't reply, he knows me well enough to know that if I have apparently hurt her, I would probably feel guilty, instead of sitting here like I haven't got a clue.
"Anne-Marie told you she was in love with you and you pretty much just through it in her face." He grabs my hand and hold it for a second.
That really doesn't sound like me. I wouldn't be so rude.
"We were drunk, she probably didn't mean it. Do you know how many times I've told someone I love them under the influence of alcohol?"
"She never drank. You were pissed, but she was completely sober" he tells me this like someone has just died. But considering the way I apparently treated Anne-Marie I suppose his serious touch isn't completely uncalled for.
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Through the Tunnel
Teen FictionCharlie has always lived in the moment and is always looking for fun. Her next big adventure is a summer road trip with some of the most amazing people in her life. They always knew this trip would change their lives... They just didn't know how...
