*BRIEFS* (ON HOLD)

CHAPTER 5

"Frankie darling! Ginny's here!"

It's the weekend, eleven o'clock. Ugh. I stagger downstairs, with my pyjama bottoms twisted and my hair sticking out in all directions. Noah runs in from the living room after watching Thomas the Tank Engine with Timmy, screaming his head off. I wince in pain.

"Noah!" I shout. "Shut up!!" But, Noah being Noah, he just laughs and pushes me onto the bottom stair, where I stay because actually, it's quite comfy.

"Wow, you look rough." Ginny tells me as she sits on the cabinet across from me.

"You know it's because you stayed up late last night, don't you?" My mum says, walking past us, picking up toys and the odd sock that has strayed from someone's foot at some point.

"I can't help it if next door had a party. That means I can't sleep."

"We all slept fine."

"You're not against their wall, I am."

"Well you could have slept with the boys." Is she serious? I'd rather have been kept up by the druggies than sleep in the same room as those two.

"Anyway, come one, Briefs, get dressed, we've got work to do." Says Gin, jumping off the cabinet and dragging me by the arm up the stairs.

"Why?" I say, wondering what the hell is going on.

"Haven't you heard? There's a party tonight, everyone's going!"

Groan. Partys are for people with lives. I have no life. But, as Ginny is my bestest friend, I unwillingly comply, and allow her to pull me into my room.

"Right, what dresses do you have?" she says, tearing through my wardrobe like there's no tomorrow. Eventually she picks out a flowery one, I'd bought it when my mum took me into town and gave me £20 to go nuts with. After much thought between this dress and another, I settled with this one.

By 2 o'clock I was ready, hair curled, make up on, heels on, and of course, dress on. That just leaves Ginny.

By the time she's ready, we have to leave. The party's at a local leisure centre, so Gin and I have to walk there, IN HEELS, and climb the ridiculous amount of stairs to where the crowd is, and then we find Daisy, Ellenor, Sam and Hettie.

"Hiya!" Daisy shouts over the loud music.

"Y'alright?" I shout back.

The six of us spend the night dancing with each other, then with Dan and Nate, and then with Harry (my not-so-secret admirer, who seems to kind of hog me) and Bobby. But there's no sign of Zach.

Until eight o'clock.