But You're The One I Want (A Wesley Stromberg Fanfic)

Chapter 9: Don't Forget To Talk To Wes

I'm just gonna stretch out a bit... ow. Okay, no. That hurt. Why is my back sore? I open my eyes slowly only to shut them again from being almost blinded by the bright light. What the hell? Where am I? I can't be in bed. I open my eyes again and let them adjust to the light. I'm in...the lounge room? Oh, right. The sleepover. Ha, I'm stupid. I slept on the floor because I passed out halfway truth or dare, that's why my back hurts.

I get up only to be greeted with more back pain. Great, that's going to make me crabby for the rest of the day. At least I don't have to do anything... Shit, except talk to Wes. I am not in the mood to hear his lame excuses. Wait, where are the girls? Why is there a piece of paper stuck to me? I rip it off my shirt and read it.

'Summer, sorry to love and leave you but I had to leave early this morning to get ready for work today. Don't forget you agreed to talk to Wes. Good luck with that by the way. Lauren is upstairs in her room, and you're out of food. You should get some.

Love you!

~ Bailey xox'

Ah, well that explains a few things. So, Bailey is gone, Lauren is sleeping, we're out of food, dad would've come home last night from his work dinner to find 3 girls passed out in the living room, surrounded by popcorn, ice cream, and other various junk foods and will get me to clean it up, and I have to talk to Wes today. Could this day get any better? That was sarcasm if you couldn't tell.

I trudge into the kitchen to see what food is still available that I could make a decent breakfast with. I open the fridge to see if we have any eggs only to find another note.

'By the way, I ate your eggs. You need some more. :)

~Bailey xox'

Of course. Well, I should probably get started on cleaning that living room.

-       45 minutes later -

Whew! Well that was a work out and a half. God, I'm starving now! How did Dad and Lauren not wake up while I was using the vacuum and cursing at the stain in the carpet? Maybe I should check on them? Yeah, that sounds like a good idea.

I make my way upstairs and knock on Lauren's door, "Lauren?" I ask into the room, "Are you awake?" Hmm, still no answer. Is she even in her bed? I walk gingerly over to her bed only to find no one is in there, only another note left on the pillow. Has no one heard of technology in this house? They couldn't just text me instead of sending me on a note treasure hunt, and where are they getting this paper?

'Hey Sum, thought you might come to check on me. Your dad isn't home either just in case you didn't know; we went to get some more food while you were still passed out on the floor. We left late so we won't be back till... maybe 12? Anyway, don't forget to talk to Wes and we should be home soon.

Love Lauren xox'

Great, so dad and Lauren aren't even home, I could've gone out and gotten food. Damn. Oh well, I guess I'll have a shower, get ready for the day and then go see Wes...

I pad over to the bathroom and begin to shower. I scrub my body, wash my hair and shave my legs. I think I was in there for a good 30 minutes at the least. I jump out and wrap myself in a towel and start a quest to find something to wear.

I rummage through my chest of drawers and my cupboard until I find a thin white shirt with the number 15 on it and three-quarter length pale orange sleeves. I grab a pair of dark denim shorts, blue vans and my leather studded bracelets. Well, I either see Wes now and get it over with, or I am going to chicken out and it won't happen. I throw my hair in a messy ponytail, collect my phone, house keys and skateboard and start to make my way over to Wesley's.