Engaged

Chapter 10: Big News!

"I'm gonna go change!" I announced as I padded to my bedroom.

I walked in and cursed, going through my box labeled, 'Pj's'. I can't let them see me in his shirt. After some shoveling through some clothes, I finally found my Hello Kitty onesie.

I grabbed my blue and black pajamas with ducks on them and walked out, throwing them at Nai. She squealed in surprise as the pants startled her from the movie. She picked up her clothes and headed to the bathroom.

She came back in the room looking like she should be on the runway for comfy pajamas. She wears it better than me! I glowered at her, and when she looked at me, she gave me a questioning look. 

"Jealous? Or nah?" She teased. I rolled my neck and my eyes at her.

"Not at all," I lied. "Slut."

She gasped in defense and threw a couch pillow in my direction. I dodged it and it hit the couch behind me. I grabbed it and smacked her in the face with it. She squeaked and pulled her hands up, protecting her face from my constant assault.

A soft weight thumped me in the head. I turned around to see Habib with a pillow swinging almost lightening speed to my face. I screamed at the attack and tried to reach for another pillow, as one hit me in the head and another in the back. 

I got a grip of the pillow and whacked Bib with it as he went for Nailah. I attacked him with both pillows until he moved out of the way, and I hit Nailah a couple of times in retaliation for the sneak attack. 

The pillow fight was full fledged until Habib started swinging too hard. I swear boys use pillows like they're swords. I actually saw a picture of a guy swinging a pillow in a pillow fight once. It literally looked like a sword, and completely explained why these always end with headaches. _______________________________________

I wake up to see Nailah's big toe right next to my nostril and jump up.

"Ouch Tay, you kicked me in my chin!" Nailah whines. 

"Sorry the couch doesn't offer too much space," I dryly retorted. I looked around. "What did we do last night?" It honestly looked like we had a frat party.

"I don't know, a mini frat party," Habib groaned from the floor. We all giggled, and Nailah groaned, holding her head. It'll go away.

"Well, I do remember us getting drunk," Nailah piped up.

"And watching movies," I inserted. 

"And I got popcorn," Habib said. 

"Yeah, and fun after that," Nailah spoke up. "It all gets blurry after that." 

We all thought more. "I vomited," she groaned, holding her head. Habib and I laughed and teased her about how much of a lightweight she is. She honestly looks miserable. 

I got up to go get her some Advil and water, bringing it to her. "Drink up slut," I told her, and she groggily complied. Habib and I did the same, just in case.

"Help me clean," I announced right after Habib swallowed, and they groaned. 

"I'll clean the mirrors," Habib piped up, leaving me suspicious. 

"Did someone puke on it?" He shook his head. 

I ran to the bathroom mirror and regretted looking into it. I wanted to scream out how I looked like Frankenstein's bride, but I kept my cool.

"So I had a drunken makeover?" I turned to find them trying to hold in their laughs. 

"Looks like it," Nailah said. "Lipstick isn't supposed to be that far up."