The Move

Chapter 12

  Ugh. The sun is to bright, and there is a guy next to me on the floor with his hand draped over me...... WHAT!?!!?!? What the hell happened??? Like seriously??? What the fuck???? Why is my head pounding so much?

"Good morning sunshine! I hope you slept well, you had a wild night." Cody greeted me while he drug his friend off of me. I guess he is rude to everyone.                                                                                      "Why does me head hurt so bad? And what happened? I don't remember anything." I asked.          "Well you drank a lot, the cops got called, and you crashed here. And the headache you have is called a hangover. I'll go get you some ibuprofen and a glass of orange juice. If you feel sick, or need to use the bathroom, it is down that hallway, and second door to the left." Cody said.              "Thanks!" 

  I make my way to the restroom and look in the mirror. I look like a bus hit me, and then I walked into the middle of a cat fight. I quickly use the restroom, and wash my hands. The soap smells like lavender and vanilla. I LOVE the smell of vanilla. If I could marry it, I would. I quickly pull my hair into a messy bun and wash the makeup of my face. At least I look have decent now. I still look like shit.....but not as bad. I walk back down the hallway into another room that I assume is the kitchen but you never know. Cody's house is huge now that I look around. He hands three ibuprofen and a big glass of orange juice. I take the medicine, and chug the juice down. I have never felt so thirsty in my life. I've also never been so tired in my life either. I think I am going to take a three day nap when I get home. That sounds like a plan. Skip Monday, and then Tuesday to do all of my homework that is due Monday. 

"Are you---Hahahahah" Cody laughed at me because he startled me and I jumped.                             "Shut up!! It isn't fun to make fun of other people. And yes I am ready to go home." I replied.          "Okay then. Lets go, it is already 1 in the afternoon." Geez I didn't think I slept that long.             

  I told Cody thanks for the ride and for the fun night. Even though I don't remember much, I had fun with what I remember. I hope that my parents don't smell alcohol on me. But they probably wont. If someone was to smell it. It would be Ethan. I walk in through the front door and the house is murder quiet. It feels like the whole world can hear me with every step I take. I walk into the kitchen and there is a note for me in the table.

Daughter- 

    Me, mom, and your bro went out to shop for the new 'swag'....? I don't know what you kids call it, but we went shopping. I think mom is getting up some sup adorb clothes. 

                                              - Love the big D

Oh. My. Gawd. I never thought my dad would leave me a note like this. Yeah he leaves weird notes, but still. I swear, if my dad ever talks like that EVER, I am not going to speak to him. Like nope, I am not related to him. He just started following me. I know that sounds horrible. But still, that note is not okay. And big d. Really? It sounds like a fuckboy. But in a nicer version. Like, I have a job and support you, but I like to fuck. Who puts that?!??! EW!!! But I guess that is the generation that I am growing up in. I want to be one of the 90's baby's. The had the best generation. Like the best music, dances, moves, and games. Except for GTA 5. That is literally my favorite game. Plus my generation has the greatest cars and phones so far. I go up to my room, plug my phone in and go take a shower. I desperately need one. I probably smell bad too. Probably a mixture of sweat and alcohol, and maybe drugs. I think someone brought drugs to the party. But I am not for sure. After my so relaxing shower, I brush my hair and plug my phone in. I also brush my teeth for like five minutes just to be sure that the smell is gone, and I like the refreshing feeling of mint, and the coolness in my mouth. That might sound a little weird. But trust me. It's the best feeling ever. Until you drink cold water. The all the sudden your mouth turns into a winter wonder-land. And then hell freezes over. That is how cold it is. But I lived through it, so I think anyone can. I make sure that I don't have any missed calls or text messages, which I surprisingly don't, and went to bed. I might not be able to sleep tonight. But at least it is Saturday, and the only crap I have to deal with is my family's, which isn't very much.