the shirt ; cth

three

*compose new tweet*

@sexplicitcal: don't puke on someone until at least the second date.

i smiled to myself as i turned on the shower and stepped in. i felt absolutely disgusting but in the best way because if calum wouldn't have puked on me, i probably wouldn't have met him.

after i scrubbed my skin raw, i shaved and washed my hair leaving me absolutely clean and fresh. it was 5 a.m. but i knew i wouldn't be sleeping for the next year and a half so i didn't care.

after i was done in the shower, i blow dried my hair and let it fall down my back in loose waves. i threw a random shirt over my head which was probably ashtyn's and a pair of cotton shorts. i would've worn calum's shirt but it smells like up chuck so i put it in the washing machine our hotel room had along with the rest of my clothes i had been wearing last night.

when i got back into the hotel room, bobbie was awake doing her morning yoga and i rolled my eyes. i grabbed a banana and a water from the mini fridge along with a few tabs of pain killers to kill the head ache that's soon to come and plopped down on bobbie's bed.

"how was your night?" she asked, sitting on the floor in front of me.

"not worth explaining," i sighed out happily, staring at the ceiling with a smile while chewing on my banana.

"okay, then don't tell me but i've got something to tell you," she said excitedly and i knew what she was going to say when she took out her phone, "look! calum followed me!"

"oh my god!" i squealed in fake enthusiasm.

i didn't know if calum wanted me telling the whole world about what had happened between us so i decided not to tell anyone about it. it'll be our secret.

"i can't believe it!" she smiled and stood up, grabbing my hands and jumping up and down.

"slow down there, pony. i've got a headache," i whined, pulling away from her and rubbing my forehead in pain.

"well maybe if you stayed in last night like me, you wouldn't feel so bad," she said, handing me my water and i opened it, guzzling down half the bottle in one go.

"the headache is worth it, trust me," i smiled, flopping back down onto the bed.

"will you all shut the fuck up!"

bobbie and i turned around to see maia looking up at us from her bed with unamused, tired and obviously hungover eyes and hair pointing out in all different directions.

"you let maia drink?" bobbie yelled, turning to me with wide eyes.

"what did you think she was going to do?" i laughed, "we went to a club."

"but maia is seventeen! she shouldn't be drinking," bobbie groaned, running her hands through her hair.

"yolo." maia whispered before turning around and falling back asleep.

bobbie sighed, laying down beside me on the bed and turning to me, pulling me into her arms and setting her head on top of mine.

i loved bobbie. she was probably my favorite of the group. she was the exact opposite of me, making us butt heads a lot but we balanced each other out. she was the sane to my crazy and i was the fun to her boring. it all clicked together from the second we met in 2nd grade. helena and maia were internet friends who we became close with and we ended up all going to college in california where maia lived and where we met ashtyn. it kind of all worked out for us. what's better then a group of teenage girls obsessing over a band together anyway?