Picture Xavier Perkins
I wake up, and my head is on something hard. Not a cushion. I'm confused, this isn't my room, not my bed. Where am I?
Then it comes flooding back. Lacey and Noah. Noah asking me to stay, then me falling asleep on his bed.
"Ahem," I turn around to face a very angry, Xavier and Haiven.
"Uh... oh. So-sorry," I say, starting to stand up.
Noah mumbles something in his sleep, but I ignore it.
"OMG. I was literally crapping myself the whole freaking night. I was afraid you got kidnapped or something," Xavier said, coming over to give me a hug. I wrap my arms around his waist, and put my head on his chest.
"I'm so so so so so sorry. Noah wanted me to stay with him, and I was gonna text-"
"SHUT THE FRONT DOOR! Noah asked you to stay?!" Interrupted Xavier.
"Yeah. I'm pretty sure it was just because I was there. If any other girl had come to check he was okay, maybe he might of asked then to say," I picked my shoes up and started to walk towards the door.
When I get down the stairs, I now notice the mess. The perfect snack table was ruined. Food everywhere, drinks spilled or glass bottles broken. The dance floor has about four drunk people, still sleeping.
I pull Haiven aside, "Does everyone hate me?"
"N-n-no. I m-mean you did break up the most popular couple in school. And don't look on Facebook. K," lied Haiven, twirling the piece of hair she always twirls when she lies.
I pull out my phone and log onto Facebook. And of course, Lacey's profile says, 'Madeline Woodrow, hide your men, she's coming' and 'Madeline Woodrow, don't talk to her, or even acknowledge her. Let's see how she thinks about stealing your man'
I close Facebook and sit on the ground. She's gonna ruin my life. It's happening again, it can't be happening again. I stand back up and run to the door. Sure enough Xavier is waiting in his car. I jump into the back seat and wrap my arms around my legs.
Why is this happening? Why? Why? Why?
Soon enough we pull into my drive, "Do you want us to come with you," shouts Xavier out the drivers side window.
"N-n-no. I-I should be fine," I lie, and quickly go inside. When I get inside Quinten calls for me.
"So so so, how was the party last night little sis," asked my big bro, as he was putting some milk back in the fridge.
I knew I could tell him anything. Me and my brother told eachother everything, so I shouldn't be nervous. "I accidently broke Lacey Bell and Noah Stone up. Then I went to check if Noah was okay, and long story short, I slept in Noah's bed, with Noah,"
Quinten blinked a few times before saying, "You didn't do anything......," he trailed off.
"No. No. NO!" I yelled, covering my ears.
He visibly relaxed. I turned and looked down at my dress, then back up at my brother. "I'm going to get changed," I turned and trudged up the stairs.
I put on my comfiest tracksuit, woolly socks and a snuggly jumper, and laid down to read my book. I pulled TWILIGHT off of my bedside table and opened up the first page. I've read TWILIGHT about 50 times already, but is is just so good, and, I dunno. I just love this book.
My phone goes off, making me jump. A text, hopefully not about the Facebook thing. I open it and it says,
HI. THX 4 LAST NITE.
It's from Noah, but how did he get my number?
HI. NO PROBLEM. HOW DID U GET MY NUMBER?
XAVIER.
AND HOW DID YOU GET XAVIER'S NUMBER?
FROM TYLER.
AHHH. OKAY. ANYWAY, WHAT IS IT U WANT?
The answer doesn't come for a while, and soon I give up hope.
WELL I'M GOING INTO LONDON LATER TDAY AND WAS WONDERING IF U WUD LIKE TO COME?
I have to blink a couple of times. I don't think I believe what I'm seeing.
UH. SURE, WHY NOT. WHERE WILL I MEET U?
I CAN COME PICK U UP AT UR HOUSE. OKAY?
K.
I switch off my phone and head to my wardrobe. I pull it open. Nothing, literally nothing.
So, I pick the first thing I see. A pair of jeans, crop top and my favourite high tops. I also slip on a jumper when I look out side and see the wind. I zip it down, so I don't look like I'm covering up too much.
I walk over to my mirror and put on some eyeshadow and lip gloss.
I finally brush out my curls. I stand in front of my full length mirror and admire myself. I actually look kinda pretty.
I sit down on my bed and pull out my phone. I check Facebook and thank God there is no comments on the photos.
I run down stairs to come face to face with my Mum, "Soooo, why are you dressed so fannnccy?" Asks mum.
"Going out with a friend. Is it okay if I go up to London for a bit with them?" I ask, twiddling my thumbs.
"Of course, but who is this friend, cause Haiven and Xavier would probaly take you to Italy for a day trip, not London?" she asks, twirling a piece of my hair.
"Noah Stone," I mumble, turning towards the door.
"Nooaahh," my mum drags out, making me blush.
There is a knock on the door and I get to it before my Mum. When I open it standing there is Noah Stone. He smiles at me, but before he can do anything, I push him farther out, and pull him to his car.
"Am I not gonna meet your mum," he pouts.
I laugh, "I'm coming to London for a few hours with you, not going on a date,"
He looked hurt, but still opened the door for me. I slipped in and noticed the leather seats, and the perfection of the inside. It is unbelievably clean.
He slips in beside me, and starts the car. We drive in silence for a few minutes before he turns up the radio.
WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE.
I JUST WOKE UP IN MY UNDERWEAR,
NO LIQUEUR LEFT ON THE SHELF,
I SHOULD PROBALY INTRODUCE MYSELF,
YOU SHOULD OF SEEN WHAT I WORE,
I HAD A CANE AND A PARTY HAT,
I WAS KING OF THIS HOLOGRAM,
WHERE THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS GETTING OUT OF HAND.
I can't help but sing along.
MEMORIES TEND TO JUST POP UP,
DRUNK PRE-MEDS AND SOME RUBBER GLOVES,
FIVE THOUSAND PEOPLE WITH DESIGNER DRUGS,
DON'T THINK I'LL EVER GET ENOUGH.
CHAMPAGNE, COCAINE, GASOLINE AND MOST THINGS IN BETWEEN.
I look over to Noah who is laughing so hard, he's almost crying. The car starts to swerve, and I grab the steering wheel.
"Please, I really don't want to die today?" I say, smacking his arm.
"Y-you are an a-a-amazing singer," he starts to gasp.
I roll my eyes, "And you can't die either,"
He turns back on the radio and a new song is playing,
OH I THINK THAT I FOUND MYSELF A....
I turn it off before it can continue.
"Hey, I like that song," he says, pouting again.
"Ugh, My big brother went around singing that for about 2 years. So please, don't bring back those awful memories," I shudder.
Noah laughs and turns back on the radio, but turns it down. "Will you go out with me?"
