Chapter 3- Wasted

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by horanstylishgal

by horanstylishgal

Iris’ POV

A few hours turned into a night.

I didn’t realise how much I’d drunk. All I can remember is Emily having to kiss Oscar in a childish game of spin the bottle and Bobby and I downing shots one after another sitting on the kitchen table facing each other. Absolutely wasted.

So when I woke up to the smell of pancakes and bacon, the ideal hangover remedy, I practically launched myself out of Oscars bed and away from him. People usually take it the wrong way when we mention that we sleep together. They assume we have a kind of friends with benefits agreement. But no. We don’t. And we never will.

As I crawl towards the kitchen I can hear the radio station booming music and someone singing along to it. When I round the corner I see Bobby, frying bacon and flipping pancakes all at the same time whilst singing.

I cleared my throat. It startled him; he turns around and faced me. He gasps and his jaw dropped.

“What?” I questioned “I only heard you singing?” he turned scarlet and motioned his head to look down and I discovered that I was only in my bra and skimpy pyjama shorts.

“Oh crap” I muttered.

He giggled childishly as he plated up some bacon and pancakes for me.

“I’ll be right back” I said as I hurried out of the kitchen back to Oscars bedroom. I pulled on an old hoodie of mine that I always keep on the back of Oscars door. It was from when I got into National Cross Country finals and came 5th, it was black with the number 8, as always, printed in thick white lettering on the back and then my last name Falconi on the back.

When I was back in the kitchen Bobby was at the table eating his breakfast. As he heard me enter he looked up and gave a cheeky grin.

“Hangover must be pretty bad?” he chucked

“You have no idea” I replied

We heard a groan from behind me and saw Oscar dragging his feet through the hall scratching his head and squinting at the bright light of the kitchen.

“Morning Sunshine” I quipped cheekily

I only got a groan in return. He slouched over the counter as he attempted to boil the kettle. With no luck he moaned and disappeared back into his bedroom mumbling something like’ can you keep your hands off each other this time’. Leaving Bobby and I alone.

Confused I asked Bobby “What is he on about?”

He seemed suddenly very interested in his bacon at this point and pretended not to hear me.

“Bobby?” I pressed, more firmly this time.

He rubbed the back of his neck nervously “ Well…”

“Hmmm?”

“Oscarfoundusmakingoutonhisbed!” he said so quickly I almost didn’t catch it.

Oh shit. Shit. Shit. Shit.

We were making out on Oscars bed and I don’t remember a thing. Like I said, absolutely wasted.