The Unfinished Business (BOOK 2)

Chapter Twelve: "HOW CAN SOMEONE LOOK SO HOT IN THE MORNING?"

Chapter 12: "HOW CAN SOMEONE LOOK SO HOT IN THE MORNING?"

Amelia's P.O.V

By the time we managed to finish unpacking into Bree's flat, it was midnight. It mostly took long because we were messing around, but it was still fun...

"Ahh" I sigh, leaning back into the sofa, sipping on my hot chocolate and midnight snack. "I feel so carefree"

Bree nods in agreement, "I feel like watching a movie now! And now I'm hella excited that all the good movies are back!"

I laugh, "You could have just asked to borrow my DVDs Bree"

"Yeah but still" she mutters.

I giggle wrapping myself into a warm blanket with Bree beside me.

"Ooh, it's nice and toasty under here" says Bree, switching on the DVD player.

"Mmm" I agree, "I can't believe it's November already! Winter in England, is absolute hell!"

Bree agrees and we quieten down as the movie, American Pie: The Reunion, begins.

"I feel like having alcohol" whispers Bree, 15 minutes into the movie.

I finish off my hot chocolate and place it on the coffee table.

"Bring it on" I say back, happily.

She arrives back with two bottles of wine and two wine glasses. She pours out the wine and we relax sighing.

2 bottles after...and a beer...

I groan and sit up as the movie ends. "Well wasn't that amusing" I mutter, "Seeing horny adults getting it on"

Bree let's out a loud laugh, "You have to admit, it was pretty funny"

I agree with her but get pulled back by her. I look at her in confusion to see her pouting.

"What's wrong Bree?" I ask

"You're so much prettier than me" she whines, stroking the ends of my hair. "I mean look at your hair" she slurs drunkenly, "It's so shiny and long. It looks like a fucking Pantene Pro-V commercial!"

"Are you kidding me?" I laugh, just as drunk as her. "Look at those boobs of yours!" I point out. "Like oh my God you are gorgeous, not even talking about your physical beauty though because you're just like this radiant light that emits happiness and I just want to sit near it and get a tan from it! GIRL YOU ARE HOT!" I grin

Bree exaggerates her gestures by putting a hand over her heart, "Really? Do you really really really really mean that?"

"Uh huh" I smirk

"Aww thanks boo" she coos, flinging herself on me   

I start to walk towards the bedroom when there's a loud bang on the door. It continues to knock furiously, as Bree stumbles off the sofa and goes in the drawer and pulls out two guns. She throws me one and I quickly hide it behind my back.

We cautiously approach the door, our guard up. Bree quickly unfastens the lock and yanks open the door holding up her gun. She looks properly before sighing in relief.

"It's okay" she says, "It's only Carter!"

"BREE!" screams a voice, belonging to a REALLY drunk Carter. He stumbles inside, crushing Bree into a hug.

I put the gun on the table and make my way over to Carter, trying to pry him off Bree.

"I made a friend!" says Carter, grinning.