How Many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

6 How many dudes you know roll like me? Not many, if any

holy crap, i have 9 fans, seriously, every time i get a new one, i cry.

sue me, i am very emotional.

it's amazing i tell ya.

thanks for your support, i will most definitely try and return the favor.

so this is chapter 6, and you get to hear what happened the night before! har har har (<---pirate laugh)

please enjoy! read, vote, comment do whatever you feel the need to do. no pressure.

Katary

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(oh and thanks again my 9 fans) so cool. like actually.

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So I walked back upstairs to my room (with my water jug of course, rehydration is always the key after a night out drinking) to look for my phone.

I suddenly realised I wasn't wearing the clothes from last night, or my pyjamas. Crazy, totally thought I would have noticed by now, but I had too many other things going on in my head. Like the throbbing headache, dry throat, and fatigue to even care.

Even stranger, I was wearing a hoody, it isn't mine and it isn't my brothers either. It didn't look like any of the boys either so I was stumped.

However I was wearing my bro's shorts. So I went to his room, and noticed all my clothes were in his room. My outfit from last night and my pyjamas. What the hell man?

As I bent down to pick them up my bro noticed me and said 'uh, yeah, when I woke up I was wearing your pyjama shorts. Sorry.'

'What the hell did we do man? Do you know whose hoodie this is?' I asked J, and he looked just as clueless as I did.

I shrugged my shoulders and inspected my poor pyjama shorts. As I suspected, his fat ass ripped the seam. 'J, you seriously owe me some new pyjama shorts. Not cool. Sort your fat ass out man! Go on a diet or something.' I told him.

He scoffed at me and said (and I quote) 'my ass is sexier than yours ever will be baby, don't cry just cos I got all the beauty and you sadly got.... Well, you didn't get brains either so I guess, nothing.'

'Funny guy asswipe, you still owe me.' And with that I traipsed back into my room.

I searched my jeans and found my phone, praise the lord. I also found a Miss C Whiteheads drivers' licence. Oh-kay, don't know who that is.

I trawl through my txts and calls last night and hope and pray to god I never sent anything embarrassing last night. Nope, nothing too bad, just a few misspelt ones to Ma and Jules, but who doesn't do that when they drunk txt?

I decide to ring Ma first cos I'm pretty sure she wasn't that drunk last night. Not that I'd remember very much. Har har har.

She answers after what feels like the 50th ring she finally picks up.

'Sorry, did I wake you?' I say innocently.

'Oh, it's bitchface.' She replies.

I know we're besties and all, but I was kinda offended. That's kinda mean! I only woke her up when she was having much needed rest! Shesh.

'Oh calm down Ana, I can see the beats of sweat already forming on your dome, I'm not pissed. That's what you were calling everyone last night.'

'Oh thank the lord someone can tell me what happened last night!' I exclaimed.

And then there was silence. 'Uh, Ma, you gonna start now or are you sending it through telepathically using the phones radio waves, cos if you are, you have to pre warn me cos I need to switch my mind on! You know that!' I said just to break the silence.