Infinitely

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My own breath is making me sick.
"Lena?" Whispered a quiet voice from under the bed.
"Sophie?" I replied, "why are you down there?"
"I don't know, I think I fell." She whimpered and I could see her curly mop of hair rising from the floor.
I would've laughed but any sudden movement would trigger an outpour of whatever I had last night.

"I don't feel well, Soph" I groaned and flopped onto the bed with my face in the pillow.

"Welcome to adolescence, my darling" she replied, taking a bite out of a cold pizza.

Suddenly I heard my mum's  voice in my head and I swear, my heart stopped. "My mother!" I yelled and rose far too quickly for my body to be okay with it.

"Eh" was all I got back from the heap of human on the floor.

I quickly scrambled out of bed and practically fell down the stairs to the kitchen. Around the massive table was a congregation of the most hungover teens I'd seen in my entire life - eating pancakes and bacon. Around walked Clare with a male torso on her apron and a beaming smile which was too bright for my present state.

"Morning sleepy head!" She exclaimed and everyone simultaneously groaned

"Hi Clare, wow you're a morning person." I slowly said, looking around the incredible put together breakfast.

"Yeah I get that a lot." She giggled, "I'm not very prone to hangovers, would you like some?"

"I'd love to, but I'm afraid my mum is digging my grave back home." I said, scratching the back of my neck.  In the midst of all the chewing I distinctly heard Marcus laugh and mutter something to Kevin.

"Aha good luck, Lena, it was very nice meeting you" Clare said ran a hand through her glowing hair.

"Thanks I'll need it, it was great meeting you too." I replied and waved at everyone else before finding my phone in the 'mountain of phones' and sprinting for my car.

Okay. At this point I wasn't sure if I was still under the influence of alcohol or if I was actually in a dreaming state, but as soon as I opened the front door, my face was not hit with anything except the scent of freshly cut grass and oatmeal.
The grass can easily be explained by Theo's football practice, but the oatmeal? Why is my mother cooking breakfast and not storming at me with a knife?

"Mum?" I called out, kicking off my shoes and peaking into the kitchen.

"Breakfasts ready, honey" she replied and gestured for me to come in. "So how was the party?"

I warmed my hands on the oatmeal and gave my mother a strange look. I never told her about the party, how'd she know? She easily picked up my confused state and quickly answered.

"This boy texted me, Marty? Mickie? Ugh I don't remember, said you're okay and that you and Sophie are staying at his." Nonchalantly she stirred her oatmeal and brushed back her hair.

"And you weren't worried that I'm drinking with people I don't even know?" I mumbled through the food.

"As long as I know where you are and you're making friends, it's okay honey, plus, I'm glad you're actually being a teenager" she did that weird mum-like smirk and winked at me.

"His name is Marcus." I said, "he's Sophie's boyfriend."

"Maybe you should get a boyfriend." Grunted Theo, his hair glued to his forehead. I jabbed him in his ribs and he nearly growled at me.