Perfectly Crafted For You

15.

My head is pounding. I really don't want to open my eyes. I slowly open them and push my hair out of my face.

Where am I?

WHERE AM I?

I look around and I have no idea where I am. I look down, I'm wearing a huge t-shirt and some nike shorts that are way too small, are these a kid's size?

My bra is still on, which hurts but is a good sign. I start to look at the room, it is just a basic guestroom, a queen bed, brown dresser, desk and nightstands. I sit up and push my hair out of my face again. There is a mirror attached to the dresser. I guess I should see what my hair and face look like.

But the real question is WHERE AM I?

I look for my phone, but just see a pile of my clothes from last night on the floor. I must have taken my makeup off last night and taken my ponytail out. I look rough but not like complete trash.

Time to find out the answer to the age old question, where am I?

I go to make the bed I was sleeping in, because I should still be a good house guest, no matter who's house this is. I'm pulling the blanket up from across the bed when I get a smell of the t-shirt I am wearing. Brody. That is Brody smell. I know that. Is this Brody's house?

The last thing I remember last night is...

Umm I was dancing with Hali and Regan. And then...

OH I got hot so I went outside, that took forever. But I can't remember if I ever made it outside. Which is weird I guess I was more drunk than I thought. If I can't remember that means I must have been a 9 or 10. Well Crap.

What time is it? The sun is out so at least morning.

I need to get out of these shorts they are so tight. It takes me a good five minutes to get them off, I grab my jean shorts and slip those on. I leave the shirt on because I don't want to wear my crop top in front of Brody's family, assuming that is where I am, since this is his shirt. And I also want to keep this shirt, it is just a plain black one but I still want it.

I guess I should leave this room, I need to find my phone and a way home.

I crack the door open and look out, no one. Nothing, complete silence. On the bright side I now know this is Brody's house since I've been here before.

I fully walk out of the room and look around, all doors are open besides one, I think that is Brody's room. I take a deep breath and knock on the door. Nothing but I guess I'm dumb because Brody is Deaf so he isn't going to answer. I hit my head on the door. I'm probably the dumbest person I know. Good one Amzie knocking on a Deaf boy's door.

I guess I should just open it. Deep breath. I turn the doorknob slowly and peek in. It is Brody's room, he is sleeping on his bed. I walk in and close the door behind me. I look at the clock on his night stand, 6:45a.m.

Why did I wake up this early? I see my phone on his dresser charging next to his. I run to it and check it. 14 text messages. Oh crap.

2 from my group chat with Em and Skyla.

5 from Bent.

1 from my mom.

6 from Regan.

The ones from Regan are just drunk texts. Bent is just going off on me for staying out all night and not telling him where I am. I shoot him a text saying I'm not dead and I'm sorry.

My mom's text is long and basically just says that she is very sorry for not being here and so is my dad. They love me but work is important to them and they can't just quit now. So they are sorry but they are both going to be gone for about 6 months and when they get back if my attitude is still the same we will talk. And they are leaving this morning at 8 am so it would be nice if I said goodbye. Cool, glad they care. At least I'm not in trouble. I text my mom saying sorry and I love them and will miss them.