The Foster

part 37

I woke up the next morning laying on the floor. Only Becca and I were down here still. I nudged her and she woke up.

"Where is everyone?" She asked.

"I don't know. Let's go get some food though. I'm so hungry." I said. We got up and walked upstairs. The boys were sitting around the table eating leftovers. They looked like crap. Ross looked pretty normal though. Probably because he didn't get overly drunk.

"Can you get me an aspirin?" Becca asked. I dug into the medicine cabinet and found some to give to her.

"For some reason I don't feel nearly as bad as usual." I said.

"That's because Ross babied you all night. Made you drink lots of water, even held your hair back while you puked." Dylan laughed.

"I... don't remember that." I said.

"What time is it?" Tyler asked.

"Check your snapchat. I might refresh your memory." Dylan told me.

"If you send a drunk picture of me to anyone, I'll..." I started.

"You'll what? You're funny." Dylan rolled his eyes.

"I'll beat your ass. Just like I said I would." Ross spoke up. Now I looked like much less of an idiot.

"Damn dude, I already told you not to worry. I just sent them to her and then you deleted them from my phone." Dylan said.

"Shit, it's 5pm." Zach said.

"We need to get home before we get in trouble." Becca said to Tyler. He nodded.

"Yeah, i'm headed out too." Zach said.

"See ya man." Dylan said.

"You guys are leaving us to clean this on our own?" I called.

"Don't worry, you can keep the extra beer you find." Dylan said, walking out the door.

"You drank it all!" Ross called, then sighed.

"Well, that was fun." I laughed.

"How much of last night do you remember?" Ross asked.

"I remember kissing Becca. We went swimming. I remember what we did behind the water fall." I said.

"Is that it?" Ross asked.

"Pretty much. How much more did I do?" I asked.

"Not too much. But we should look at your snapchat. I think there are some really funny pictures on there." Ross said. I searched for my phone and found it on my bed. Ross sat beside me and we looked through. There was a picture of Ross and I before we started swimming, a selfie of everyone but us while they were swimming, a picture of me walking away in a hoodie, a picture of Becca making out with Dylan, then me bent over the toilet, Ross holding my hair back. I laughed and saved that one. Just when I thought it was over, there was one more picture. Ross had Becca pinned to the wall kissing her.

"What..." I let out. Why would he kiss her?

"Oh, god." Ross said.

"Why would you kiss her?" I asked, looking at him.

"I-I don't remember. It must've been pretty late for me to be so drunk I don't remember." Ross said.

"I thought you didn't get very drunk?" I asked.

"No, I just drank a lot of always so I would feel better when I woke up. I got hammered, too. I promise I don't remember kissing her. It must've been a dare or something." Ross said.