The Party Girl // Zane Hijazi

Chapter 22: Mi Amor

The sunlight peaked through the curtains hanging from the rod built into the wall. I squinted and looked around the room. An overwhelming scent of marinara sauce filled my nostrils. Zane laid, snoring next to me. I sat up, and laid right back down with a pounding headache, and pain on my back side. After Zane and I uh... yeah.... in the bathtub, we got more alcohol and got black out drunk.

I covered Zane's bare ass with the sheets, and covered my bare chest. I patted the huge California King bed for my phone, once I finally found it I clicked the home button. It was 9:54 am. I rubbed my eyes vigorously until I saw spots. My head pounded.

Once I wasn't dizzy, I got out of bed. "Ow," I winced in pain. I looked down and saw bruises on my inner thighs, hickies all over my tummy, and my cervix hurt a lot. I walked over to the body mirror that was propped up on the wall in front of our bed, and turned around. My butt cheeks were bruised as well. "Jesus, Zane," I murmured.

I hobbled to the closet and put a huge shirt on and some spandex shorts. I walked out into the bright hallway, and held onto the stair rail while walking slowly down the stairs. "Morning Bryn!" I heard Scotty behind me. "Too loud," I said closing my eyes.

"Too much alcohol," I added. "Well, Kristen's at work, I was gonna ask if you wanted to go on a hike anyways," Scotty asked in the sweetest tone possible. Kristen, Scott and I always go on hikes in the morning.

I turned around holding my forehead. I looked up at him from the middle of the staircase. He wore basketball shorts, and a tank top. "How about we ditch the hike, and get brunch,"

"But I-"

"Scott," I said. "Brunch," I said.

"I'll just go by myself," he sighed. "Help me down the stairs," I basically ordered. "I think I'm gonna pass out," Scotty met me at the same stair, and draped my arm around his shoulder. He dragged me down the stairs, and sat me on a barstool. I laid my head on the counter, and he got me a glass of water. "Shit," I said, getting off the high chair, and running to the nearest bathroom. I violently threw up into the toilet all the spaghetti I ate last night.

Before I knew it, it was all out of my system and I could stand without swaying. I rinsed my mouth out, and came back into the kitchen and Scotty looked at me nearly horrified. "You good?" he asked. I furrowed my eyebrows at him. I looked around and there were boxes lining the walls of our house.

"When are Heath and Elton moving in?" I asked.

"Next week. They're cleaning the whole house, and repainting and everything so we can get our tax return,"

I nodded, then sat back down on the barstool. Scotty made a pot of coffee while I was puking my guts out. "Here," he said handing me a mug of black coffee. "You're too good to me," I groaned, taking a huge drink of coffee. "I know," he smiled his infamous smile.

Over the two years, Scotty and I formed this bond. Yes me and Kristen are basically best friends, but Scotty and I have this friendship that I know will always be there. We're soulmates in a friend way.

The toaster popped, and Scotty grabbed a plate, and threw two pieces of toast onto it and handed it to me. I smiled. "And toast? Wow Scott you know how to treat a lady," I smiled.

After I ate the toast, and soaked the alcohol in my system up, I waddled up the stairs to wake Zane up.

I opened the door softly, and saw he wasn't in bed. "Zane?"

"In here," I heard the echo of his voice from the toilet room. He laid up against the wall of the separated room with the toilet. I laughed, and sat on the floor too. "I'm never drinking again," he said, laying his head on the toilet seat. I ran my fingers through his dark hair. "We say that every time we drink," I laughed.

"But hey, at least we didn't get any tattoos..... I think," I said, lifting the leg of his boxers up to look at his thighs.

"Oh thank god," I said relieved. He gave a tired laugh, before throwing up.

"We're gonna get brunch with Scotty," I said, getting up, and stripping my body of all my clothes. I crossed the bathroom, and turned on the shower.

I closed the sliding glass door and drowned my body under the hot water. I closed my eyes, and leaned up against the tile wall. I heard the sliding door open. I opened and saw Zane standing in front of me. "You know anything about these," I asked, turning around. "Aw hahah," he said, gently touching my butt.

"Do you know anything about this?" he turned around and there were scratches on his back, and hickies on the sides of his neck.

"....I guess we're even," I said, lathering my hands with shampoo and washing my hair. He smiled, and grabbed the shampoo and worked it into his hair as well. "You up for another round?" Zane asked, gathering all my hair into a ponytail and pulling my head to his mouth. "I guess," I smirked.

We were like bunnies that whole week since I would be working long hours for the next two years.

I sat on the bed with a towel on, drying my hair with another towel. Zane put boxers on, and laid in bed. The table from our dinner was still intact, and the food was still sat there. Untouched.

I got up to get dressed, and limped over to the closet. I grabbed a big band shirt, and some leggings. I threw the clothes on my body, and came out to the bedroom. "Let's get food," I said, throwing my hair to a side part. Zane looked up from his phone. "Yeah, just let me get dressed," he said.

"Okay, I'm hungry though so hurry," I pleaded, walking back into the closet. "Babe, okay," he said.

I rolled my eyes at his attitude but he always has an attitude so... Whatever.

I brushed a spooly brush through my full eyebrows, and moisturized my skin. In the time it took me to put a few drops of concealer on my face Zane finally got up and got into the closet. He threw some jeans on and a Salty Crew t-shirt, topping it off with his Neat Dude hat.

"Ready?" He asked.

We left the house and drove twenty minutes to an outdoor brunch place Zane insisted on going to.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom," Zane said, right as we got our table. "Alright, I'm gonna get mimosas," I said. He nodded, and left.

I waited for the waitress to come back, and ordered two mimosas with dry champagne.

Then I was waiting some more for Zane to come back. The restaurant was quiet, besides the voices of the other patrons. No music, nothing. Just voices. I looked around, at all the soccer mom's from beverly hills, and tourist families. All of a sudden a track of music started playing loudly. Everyone looked around, and I recognized the track immediately. It was mine and Zane's favorite song, She's Casual by the band The Hunna.

I smiled to myself, and the waitress brought back the mimosas. "Thank you," I said.

Zane came back after nearly ten minutes. "You hear the song?" I asked, smiling. He laughed. "About that," Zane said.

I furrowed my eyebrows.

He dug in his pocket, and grabbed something out. I looked around and saw Scotty, David, and Elton with their cameras. "What why are they-"

He kneeled down and my heart started pounding.

"Bryn?"

I felt the tears start to rise in my eyes.

"I love you more than words can describe. You're the first girl to ever make me feel whole," he spoke. "You're the only girl I have ever loved this much, this deep this-" he took a pause to collect himself. I wiped the tear that started to fall from his eye. "You are the most beautiful person I've ever met, I love you so much Bryn,"

"Will you marry me?"

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