Best Friends For Never

Chapter 4

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NATE’S POV

“AAAARGH!” I heard someone shout. Someone with an incredibly feminine and also incredibly angry voice.

I opened my eyes in confusion, before shouting, “AAAAARGH!”

“AAAARGH!” Talia cried again, her eyes wide in alarm.

“Stop shouting!” I yelled back. Jesus Christ, did she really have to yell so early in the morning? I had been nice enough to let her share my bed despite the fact that she kicked and moaned and hogged all the blankets, but now she was just being plain ungrateful.

“Why are you in my bed?!” she shouted back.

“I’m not! You’re in mine!”

Last night, when I'd accidentally found her in the street, I'd had the shock of my life. Talia, Talia Jones, my Talia had been drunk. And on top of that, she had also mentioned that she'd been in jail for being caught with drugs. I honestly hadn't known what to think, but she was so drunk, she didn't even recognize me so I decided the best option was to bring her home.

She frowned and looked around, obviously realizing that I was right. “Oh my God. Who are you? Did I sleep with you?”

I pulled a face. “No, of course not I’m—” the door suddenly burst open and Josh went in the room in only his boxers, with a baseball bat in his hand.

“I heard shouting! What happened?!” he cried, swinging his bat around. Josh almost hit Talia on the head, causing her to scream.

I stood up, grabbing the baseball bat out of his hands. “Nothing happened.”

Josh raised an eyebrow and his eyes wandered over to Talia and he looked her up and down before wolf whistling. “Who’s the chick?”

“Will someone tell me where the hell I am?” she asked, clearly annoyed.

“Wait,” Josh frowned, “Talia? Oh my God what did you do to yourself?”

“What?”

“You look… hot!” He cried. I glared at him. Admittedly, what he had said was true; Talia looked hotter than she had when I had left and she looked fantastic despite the ‘all black’ makeover she seemed to have given herself while I was away.

“You know I have a baseball bat, right,” I said, Josh swinging his bat over my head threateningly, “and that you just hit on Talia, the girl who was sleeping on my bed.”

Josh slapped me on the back, proudly. “You got her in bed already? You work fast, bro!”

Talia groaned. “Is somebody going to tell me why I’m in this guy’s bed?”

Josh blinked as if he had only just realized what Talia had been shouting for the past five minutes. “Does she seriously not recognize you?” he asked.

I shrugged. “Either she has a really bad memory or I look even better than I did before I left,” I answered.

Talia climbed off the bed and narrowed her eyes at us. "Are you..."

We both stared at her, expectantly.

"Nate and Josh?" She mumbled, more to herself than to us.

"You remember us," Josh said, "how nice."