Fourteen Days

Chapter 5.

Someone cleared their throat, and my eyes flew open. The room was dark, although I knew it couldn't be that early. I slowly sat up and turned my head towards the noise, and it felt like someone kicked my head with all their strength. I groaned and forced my eyes shut, and when I opened them again my mum was looking at me with two raised eyebrows. 

"Looks like a rough night." She nodded her head a little to the left, and I turned my head that way - and saw Kaylee sleeping on top of my comforter in just her underwear. 

Correction, she was sleeping in boxer briefs. 

"Mum!" I whispered angrily, as I grabbed my blanket and threw it over Kaylee, covering her half-naked body. 

"It's not the first time I've come in and found you guys like this. But the last time I did, you were a lot younger, and I was just happy to have the two of you back alive. Now, it's getting kind of old Taylor." 

My mum had an annoyed look on her face, and I immediately recognised it. 

"Sorry mum, I'll wake her up and get her home," I promised. I had been smart enough to put on a big t-shirt before going to sleep, and I was thankful I hadn't created any other awkward moments. The look on her face told me this was not the day to argue with her. 

"Good, get to it."

She was out the door within a second, and I let out a low breath. 

"Wow, that was rough," Kaylee mumbled, without turning around. She was laying on her stomach with her hair covering most of her face, and I smiled weakly - trying to keep up my facade. 

"It was a good thing she didn't look behind your bed." 

I turned abruptly towards the unknown speaker, and my eyes grew as I saw who was lying there. Mat and Mike was sharing a small blanket, both of them sleeping in just their boxers. They looked tired, but Mike had a grin on his face. 

"What the hell-" I stopped talking and took a deep breath. Lowering my voice, I continued: "What the hell are you doing here?" 

"You invited them," Kaylee mumbled from underneath her hair. 

"No I didn't," I insisted in a desperate tone, trying to be as quiet as possible. 

"You kind of did. Promised us pancakes and everything," Mat mumbled. 

"That, she didn't. But yeah, you wanted a sleepover," Mike chuckled as he said it, and then sat up. "And you're welcome by the way, looks like you've got a new favourite PJ." 

I groaned as I fell back down on my bed, and pulled my pillow over my head. How I had gotten him out of the shirt, and thrown it on myself was something I didn't even want to think about. How drunk had I been? My throat felt like sand, and everything was spinning around me. I would have killed for a glass of water, and I peeked out from my pillow to see if anyone had thought about it before going to bed. 

As it turned out, I wasn't that lucky. 

"Does anyone else feel like their head is being ripped open?" I mumbled, as I sat back up and braced myself for the walk to the kitchen. I needed water, desperately. 

"Nope," Kaylee replied, and I could hear the grin in her voice. 

"Kinda," Mike said, and Mat laughed. 

"Who won the bet last night? I think Taylor kind of lost it first, but Mike was the first one to fall." Mat said, and my eyes grew bigger. 

Oh. My. God. 

The bet. 

"You're right!" Kaylee agreed, and sat up as well. She ignored the fact that her breasts was on full display, and looked between me and Mike. Both guys were staring at her, and I rolled my eyes.