The Slap Shots

Chapter 4

She doesn't snore. It's almost a miracle to be sleeping next to someone or in a close proximity to someone who doesn't snore.

It's almost a miracle. I mean, whenever I sleep over at someone's house or someone sleeps over, it's always been at a guys house or with a guy... WHO SNORES.

So yes, I am incredibly happy to have been able to sleep well, next to someone who doesn't snore.

Actually now that I look at her, she looks really pretty.

Apart from the messy hair and the shirt that is slipping off, she looks quite beautiful.

Except for now, as the back of her hand comes to her nose and pushes it forward as she snorts loudly.

I laugh a little bit which distracts me from her and lets the pain enter my head. I have a pounding headache which is worse than the last time... which now that I think about it was like two days ago.

This hangover is horrible... and if it's horrible for me than it will probably be horrible for Em too.

I slip out of bed and slip on a new t-shirt and a new pair of pants.

"I'll be downstairs." I say mostly to myself, although I hope that Em hears it.  I open the door and shut it behind me.  I walk towards the stairs but instead of stairs I find Xavier.

He's laid out on the stairs drunk as can be. He has a smudge of something brown and beige on his shirt...

Great. This means that there's puke somewhere in my house.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

The pounding headache comes back. My hand raises to squeeze and rub my temples lightly  as I walk down the stairs.

I kick Xavier in the face still feeling a little drunk and snicker. I make it down the stairs and that's when I notice the mess.

Up until now everything seemed okay. I mean the upstairs was pretty clean a few beer bottles scattered up there.

And apart from Xavier on the stairs it looked like my house before the party started.

Except that now that I turn into the living room the pounding comes back.

A hangover and a headache at the same time is the worst thing that can happen to anyone.

There are red cups and beer bottles scattered everywhere. My coffee table is filled with bowls of half eaten chips. Toilet paper hangs from the light fixture in my living room.

At least none of the family frames were broken.

I would already be dead if my mother saw that.

I spot Flynn laid on the couch a blanket covering half his body. He's snoring loudly and then my heart races.

Shit.

Was Xavier snoring ?

I turn back to the stairs and listen quietly. Then very softly I hear the snoring and I feel relieved. I walk back to the living room ignoring half drunk Flynn and turn my attention to Hayden who is laying upside down, his head on the floor and his legs propped up on the edge of the couch. He's snoring loudly, a red plastic cup sitting on his chest.

It raises and falls slowly as he breathes. I reach for it, pluck it from his chest and set it on the nearby table.

I trudge across the trash... I can barely see the floor, and make it into the kitchen.

"Oh thank god." Hunter and Isaac sit at the island in my kitchen, a box of plastic bags sitting on the counter.

They each have a mug of steaming coffee and around three bottles of pills on the counter.