I don't really remember falling asleep. But I woke up on the couch. Everyone was still here in a hangover. Well, everyone who was of age. The only people who aren't of age are Colby, not until tomorrow, Nicole, Noel, and me. Heath was in the bathroom puking up a storm.
"That vodka didn't settle to well," Heath wiped his bottom lip with his shirt.
"Gross," I sat up and Colby had woken up.
"Why the f––– am I in the kitchen?" I heard Jay call. Colby and I laughed as Corey commented, "why is everyone still here?"
"When did I even get here?" Heath sat on a beanbag that Elton was hogging.
"Get up you ass," Elton says shoving Heath on the tiles.
"Ah shit," Heath had a beer, from God knows where, in his right hand and had landed on his back.
"All right, all right knock it off," Colby said scaring me.
"Jesus! I didn't know you were right there," I whipped my head around to where I was face to face with him.
"Morning, babe," Colby kissed me on the cheek. He got up and went to the kitchen and sat on a barstool while poking fun at Jay who was leaning over sink trying not to throw up.
"Morning." I saw Nicole and Noel in the room with the ping pong table playing a couple rounds.
"DAMMIT!" I heard Noel call.
"2:1"
"Yeah, yeah," Noel passed the ball and scored within a couple minutes. Then the room goes silent. Corey gets up to grab his shoes from the front door. Corey screams in horror as Noel and Nicole laugh. Their voices are muffled by the Dora and Hello Kitty heads they were wearing.
"Not funny, guys. Not. Funny." The two high fives and walked away. I walked up to Colby and I's room and changed into an XPLR hoodie, a Günth Squad beanie, black yoga pants, and lilac colored Converse.
"Where's the 'Send It' shirt?" Elton asked once I came downstairs. I pulled up the front of my sweatshirt revealing a red Send It shirt.
"Sweet!" Elton responded. I walked back into the game room where I sat down on the couch. I looked ahead of me and screamed.
"SAM!" Sam had been sitting where and how Corey was when he did the possession prank, "NOT FUNNY." Sam laughed as I pulled out my phone. I got on Instagram and saw a very old picture of drunk Heath from October 1, 2016.
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"Umm...Heath?" I said looking at the picture utterly confused.
"Yeah?"
"Come here," I waved in my direction.
"What?" Heath asked leaning over my shoulder, "What the hell possessed my to repost that?"
"I don't know," I said liking the picture.
"STAHP! You're making it even more embarrassing."
"Your point is?" Heath got frustrated and walked away. I grabbed a hair tie from my wrist and put my hair up in a messy bun. By this time, everyone that didn't live here, except for Heath and Jay, had left. Colby came in with Jay in a heavy hangover.
"Lay there," Colby pointed to a spot on the couch two cushions over.
"Just take the whole couch. You need it more than I ever will. And hopefully Colby," I glared at Colby for he was turning 21 tomorrow.
"Jesus, I'll be fine. I won't get 'Heath drunk'".
"I HEARD THAT," Heath yelled from the other room.
"Hey, _____," Jay said.
"Yeah?"
"I don't mean to sound rude if I come across as it, but what's with the whole face...and hand...thing?" Jay was waving his hands around as he said "head" and "hand".
"Oh. These?" I said pointing to my scars.
"No, _____. Jay doesn't mean the obvious scars," Heath was in an angry hangover.
"Shut up," Colby commented.
"Yeah those," Jay looked back at me.
"Long story short, a 'demon' attacked me. And it's only the left side of my body," I had a very confused look on my face.
"Oh," Jay replied questioning what had happened. I went to grab a drink when I saw all four dogs and Corey and Aaron run across the kitchen. The two were in banana costumes and were chasing the dogs yelling at them in a Scandinavian accent.
"IN MY CONTRY, YOU DON'T EAT BANANA. BANANA EAT YOU," Corey shouted as I did my best Jet (from Liza. If u don't know who dat is, u should b ashamed of urself) impression, "Hiello" I stared into their souls when they stopped out of confusion.
"How do you know how do know how to do Jet?" Corey asked surprised. I finally answered after a good 57.8 awkward seconds with, "I'm also Carlos," in his accent.
"How 'bout Helga?" Aaron asked with hope.
"I don't know what you mean," I said in her accent. The two couldn't help but laugh.
"You've got a great sense of humor," Corey managed to squeeze out between breaths of laughing.
"I'm a lucky guy aren't I?" Colby walked into the kitchen.
"Well I'm going to go back to torturing our dogs," Aaron said. Corey agreed. The dogs had wandered upstairs just in front of Aaron and Corey.
"I love you, babe," Colby kissed me.
"I love you too!" I ran out of the kitchen yelling, "this little white girl, is out." I could hear the whole house crack up.
