What If I Had

fourteen - unity

Waking up in a panic, I completely forgot that I attended the party last night and that I fell asleep on the floor of Summer's closet.

It was dark in her closet before I pulled the sliding door back and was practically blinded by the bright light. Just as I got up to stretch, the door creaked open and there stood Summer.

"Oh my God! Gwen!" she ran over and hugged as if it's been the first time she's seen me in decades. "Where the hell have you been?"

"In your closet...? How could you not have seen me? I slept there last night and it looks to be about noon outside."

"My closet's an absolute dumpster fire, I thought you were just a pile of clothes." Summer chuckled. "Oh! Oh, you need to come downstairs. We've looking all over for you for months!"

"Months?" I scoffed, smirking in amusement. "How long have I been asleep for?"

"Months." Summer replied nonchalantly.

She pulled me out of her room and dragged me down the stairs, "The house was trashed because of the party we had a while back and my mom and dad were just around the corner and Rick used one of his gadget thingys and froze time. So then months pass and we broke it and---"

"Jesus, Summer, tell her your whole life story, why don't you?"

Well, hello to you too, Rick.

"You still drunk off your ass?" I asked him, cocking an eyebrow and folding my arms over my chest.

"You still a D cup?"

"What month is it anyway?" I replied quickly, ignoring Rick and hoping Summer didn't hear that. "How long have I been out for? Where are your parents, Summer?"

"Let's not beat around the bush, Miss Song. You need to 'fess the fuck up." I felt my heart drop to my knees. He better not be thinking what I'm thinking.

"Wh-what the hell are you talking about?"

"Oh please. Morty told us everything, the little horndog just couldn't keep it to himself." Rick narrowed his eyes at me.

"Grandpa, what are you talking abou--?"

"Stay the fuck away from my grandson, you got that, you little whore?"

Well, that did it.

"Gladly! As long as you get it through your stupid grandson's thick skull to stay the fuck away from me! Because I've made it very clear to him and he still won't take a hint because he chooses not to!" I screamed back at Rick, not afraid to get all up in his face to express my flaming anger.

Of course, when I did so, I had to look up at him with my chin touching his abdomen.

"Maybe if you didn't dress like some fucking skank working the corner, Morty wouldn't have to chase after you like some lost puppy! You like the attention, don't you? You think you can seduce Morty because you think you're hot shit!?"

I fought back tears and prayed to God that my voice wouldn't crack when I yelled back at him.

"I didn't even want to go to your stupid fucking party. If it weren't for you waking me up in the middle of the night, none of this would've happened and you wouldn't be yelling at me right now." My voice cracked. Two fat tears escaped from the façade I made to make me look tough.