“I bet you won’t remember what happened by the time we wake up tomorrow.” I mumbled, resting my chin over my knees.
“How come?”
“You’re obviously affected by the alcohol.”
“Not that much. Without mentioning that your kiss is pretty memorable.” Brad laughed, wrapping his arms around me.
“Is it?”
“Quite.”
“Shouldn’t we stop with the hugging?”
“Why?”
“Your friends are here.” I looked at him with a “duh” expresssion, raising my eyebrows.
“We just kissed like repeatedly and you want to stop with the hugging? Besides, they don’t have a clue of who you are.”
“Well, that made me feel special.” laughing sarcastically, I pulled away from him.
“Come back here, Hell.” he moaned, catching my wrists.
“No, Bradley, we can’t keep doing this. Ok? I’m outta here.”
“Why? It’s only 11pm.”
“I wanna sleep. Call me when Caroline and Auntie come home tomorrow.”
“Can I at least walk you there?” he asked while I stood up.
“No, but thanks.”
*
Fuck the morning light. Why did I even leave the curtains open?
Yawning, I closed them and got back into bed, and after tossing and turning for what felt like forever I realized I couldn’t go back to sleep. I was fully awake and it was only 7:36am, according to the clock on the bedside table. So I took a shower, had breakfast and started cleaning up the house, since I had nothing left to do, with Leroy’s covers blaring through the speakers. Who cares that it was only 9 in the morning? His voice was definitely better than… Well, whatever.
By 3 pm, I had cleaned up the whole house and called my mom, who was at the beach. I probably should have said yes when she invited me to come along.
One hour later I was completely exhausted, so I passed out on the couch in the living room. But I didn’t sleep well, since my dreams were filled with me fighting with my mom and the next thing I knew I was travelling to my other aunt’s house, which was in America. I mean, what the hell was that supposed to mean?
My eyelids fluttered as a male voice called my name.
“Let me sleep…” I groaned, taking in the voice and it was Brad’s. Opening my eyes, I found his face just inches away from mine. “How did you get in?”
“Your backup key.”
“Oh. And why did you get in?”
“My mom just got home and she wanted to talk to you.”
“Did you forget to tell her it’s not a good idea to send you over?”
His loud laugh made me dizzy while I got up.
“I don’t think she would be happy with the answer when she asked “Why”.”
“Me neither. Do you know what she wants to talk to me about?”
“Don’t care.”
“How thoughtful of you, Brad.”
“Always.”
“I thought you wouldn’t remember what happened.”
“How could I forget that?” he smiled, placing his hand in the small of my back and guiding me to their house.
