Such a good place to be. Oh, the beach. The hot sun tickling my tanned skin, and…
Cold water. Oh my God. Cold water? What?
I opened my eyes quickly, breathing heavily.
“What the fuck?” I shouted, sitting on the soaked bed and staring at my pajamas in the exact same situation. I then looked up, to see a furious Bradley glaring at me.
For a moment, I forgot about the water. The toothpaste and the soap had dried and his hair and face were unbelievably disgusting.
“What have I done to you?” he asked, both hands laying over his hips.
“That” I pointed at him. “Is for making me wet the bed.”
“When the hell was that?”
“Before you moved to the USA.”
“Goddamnit, Heloise! I forgot about that the day after it happened!”
“Well, I didn’t. Now excuse myself while I go take a shower, since I’m already wet.” I got up from the bed, still laughing at his ridiculous looks.
“No way, young lady. I’m going first.”
“You should’ve gone before waking me up.” I ran in to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.
I could hear Brad complaining, “Damn, this girl is yet to kill me.” and then no other sound.
Well, that was interesting.
*
“I’m so bored I could go take another shower right at this moment.” I muttered.
We were sat by the porch, listening to music and looking at nowhere in particular. Every single adult in that house went to God knows where and left us alone. Again. I mean, who in the world leaves a couple of teenagers who basically hate and mess with each other all the time by themselves? Aren’t they scared that they’ll come home to find a crime scene or something?
“Me too. God, this place sucks.”
We laughed, and his phone started buzzing. I jumped to try and read it, and he let me.
“Who’s James?” I asked, furrowing my brows.
“Oh! It’s a friend of mine, he lives nearby. So, wanna go?”
“Go where?”
“Didn’t you read the text?”
“Only the name, I’m not that much of a creeper.”
“Jeez, Hell… He invited me to a party at his house.”
“What time?”
“9 o’clock.”
“You know we have to ask our mothers for permission, right?”
“How come?” he winked, smiling devilishly.
“Bradley, we have to. You know we do.”
“You and this bullshit of being a good, obedient child.”
“Thanks. You should learn from me.”
He smiled, reaching out for my hand and helping me with getting up.
“C’mon, let’s call these irresponsible women.”
*
5 hours later we were sat in Bradley’s car (I didn’t even knew he owned a car, but whatever) heading to his friend’s party.
