My Bargain With The BadBoy

•• Chapter Ten ••

Chapter ten: The morning after ☺️

I was shocked when I woke up. Actually, when I was woken up. An awful retching sound was coming from the bathroom outside. I turned over and saw crumpled sheets. I must have fell asleep next to Shannon.

I limped out of bed, still fully dressed, and shuffled to my door. I could see sShannon's feet hanging out the bathroom door. She was shivering.

"Shannon?" I said as quietly as possible, still, she cringed and grabbed her head. She looked like death, literally. Her eyes were sunken and rimmed with an awful dark shadow, she was a sickly yellow colour and her lips were near enough white.

"Don't shout..." she rasped.

"Sorry, sorry..." I whispered, stepping back.

I shuffled down the hall and into the kitchen. I gasped. Ace was lying across the counter with an ice pack on his forehead. Ryder was leaning up against an open fridge. Foster and Landon were huddled in a corner together chugging a litre bottle down, switching it between each other.

I swallowed my laughter and moved towards the cabinets in search of anything to help Shannon. "What's up Vom-Atron?" Ryder said weakly.

"Considering your situation," I said, motioning to all four of them, "you are in no position to tease about vomiting. I'm waiting for your sprint to the toilet buddy." He glared at me, his lips parting slightly.

I winked at him, snatching a box of tylenols from the cupboard, and marched off to Shannon. She lay on the bathroom floor, it reeked in there. Not only was the toilet full to the brim but she was covered in her own vomit too.

"Shannon..." I whispered, she looked up at me with desperate eyes, "Take some of these." I handed her two Tylenol tablets, which she downed graciously. "Come on, I'll put you into bed..." I smiled at her. She whimpered slightly but allowed me to help her nonetheless.

Once I had her settled, it was my turn to help the boys. I collected a few blankets that were laying around my room, fluffed up a few pillows in the lounge and entered the kitchen. Oh joy. Ryder was hunched over the sink gagging, Ace had moved but only to empty the contents of his stomach onto the floor and Foster and Landon were virtually K.O on the floor. It was quite amusing actually, Foster was virtually being crushed by Landon... who was drooling all over him.

"Okay, Ryder. You first." I said strictly, he winced and looked up at me. I wrapped my hand around his arms and lead him to the farthest sofa, he was dealing with it the best clearly. He could walk fine. I laid him down and pulled the blanket over his chest, he was drenched in sweat. Oh no. I adjusted the pillow under his head and waited for him to settle.

"Ace." I said, he looked up at me. That's when it hit me, that spark of pain. He had kissed me last night. Probably in a blind drunken state, considering he was suffering from one of the most brutal hangovers - I gather - he had ever experienced. "Come on."

Poor guy, couldn't lift himself off the counter. I helped, wrapping my arm around his waist and gently guiding him towards another sofa. It's a mercy, really, that Mrs Moore has so many sofas in her lounge.

I did the same with Ace. Ignoring the fact that his eyes never left my face as I tucked him in. I smiled at him before I adjusted the pillows under his head and waited for him to settle, "you have to sleep Ace." I chuckled, "Foster and Landon are taking part in suffocating each other in there. I'm not leaving until you relax." He let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. I waited for a bit, the corners of his mouth twitching up... idiot.

I didn't wait, walking away to gather Foster and Landon. They had moved once again, the most active drunkards I've ever seen, Foster was awake and leaning against the countertop. Landon was not so awake, lying a puddle of his drool.

"Foster come on." I motioned, he limped towards me and waited in the doorway as I grabbed Landon. I laid them top to tail on the sofa and tucked them both in. My head was aching by the time they had all started to softly snore. I took a Tylenol for myself and sat on the floor in between all the sleeping boys. There wasn't a sofa for me, and I wasn't sleeping next to the vomit machine lying in my bed.

Crap, their vomit is basically flooding the kitchen. I can't leave it to smell... I wanted to cry when I entered the kitchen. Unusual as it is, I'm very good when it comes to cleaning vomit. Just not vomit that reeks of alcohol and spoiled milk. Yes. I know. Bleugh.

After I was done I was sufficiently grossed out. However, proud. The kitchen now smelled more like cleaning product than sick. Speaking of sick, I started to feel a little nauseous myself.

I walked, hunched over, into the lounge. Ace was sitting up, his hair messy. "Oh, hey, are you alright?" He asked as I slumped down on the ground.

"Yes, yes. Just not feeling so good myself." I smiled at him weakly and fell backwards, "just give me a second." I said sighing.

"Do you want my spot? I can't sleep anyway." He said. I looked at him, he had already moved across to the other side of the sofa, "come on."

I slowly got to my feet and walked over to the sofa. The whole time Ace was tucking me in and settling himself down on the opposite side, I couldn't help but think back to when we kissed.

"Hey, Ace?" I asked, he looked at me and nodded, "about my little outburst yesterday..."

"No, don't be sorry about it. If you were..." I giggled and nodded, "I didn't want to make you feel like I was playing you or anything. I genuinely think your pretty, I'd love to get to know you." He smiled.

"Yeah, me too but..." I gagged but held it down, "not when we feel like we are dying okay?" I assured him.

"Okay." He laughed, leaning his head on the back of the sofa. I chuckled and snuggled under the blanket, waiting for sleep to take me.

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Oh my gosh, Ace is just amazing. He's my little light okah?

Aaanywho, isn't Alex such a good mothering figure? Hint for the epilogue 🙂