Meant to be

The Quiet Night In - Mason

I wake up bleary eyed.

Half my face probably indented with the cushion's pattern.

Guess I didn't make it to bed.

What happened last night?

Why is my mouth drier than a desert and my head pounding like I've been kicked in the head.

Right.

I'm on the sofa in the D'Silver's drawing room. The same sofa I'd been in last night when Evie D'Silver was in my lap. She smelt so good, like strawberries or something sweet, it felt good having her so close to me, I can even remember how smooth her skin felt beneath my fingertips. I can feel my blood rushing south, recalling the memory waking up a dormant body part.

"Mase?" I hear my best friend calling my name and guilt washes my whole body. I'm getting hard thinking about his sister in his house, talk about being a dick. Waiting till it goes down I finally respond.

"Down here Michel!"

"Where have you been, you weren't in your room?" Michelangelo D'Silver walks in yawning trying to brush his hair out of his face sitting down on the sofa with me

"I was going to my room but all I could hear was you and Jenny having extremely loud sex, so I kipped down here"

"Sorry, she gets really theatrical in bed whenever she drinks, so Jodie told me, you and Brielle Sanderson hooked up?"

"We did but she was just doing it to get back at her ex, so I obliged" I shrug.

"You're such a gentleman Mason Clarke" he laughs hard, I was helping a friend out as well as helping myself. I got hammered last night to the point I could just about control myself around Evie, by the time I'd stopped kissing Brielle, Evie was basically being consumed by that idiot Tommy. It sucks having a thing for a girl that can't see you as more than another brother. Michel and I continue to talk about last nights adventures when the door is opened.

Evie comes in clad in velvet shorts that fit her unbelievably perfectly and a jumper, carrying a tray of cups, her hair dolled up in a cute bun.

What a girl.

"What's your poison boys, water, coffee, tea or juice?" she smiles at me

"Water I'm dying" I beg.

"You look pretty good for a dying man" setting the tray down on the table that she'd been dancing on a couple of hours ago. To avoid any liftoff in my downstairs department I should probably stop thinking of her dancing. Handing me a glass of water I gulp it down and Michel helps himself to a coffee.

"Is that Carlisle over there?" In the corner Carlisle Costello, their step brother lay on his back with a bin bag made into a cape tied around his neck and 'future doctor' written on his forehead with lipstick. For a guy who said he wasn't going to drink too much, he sure drank a lot.

"He looks so peaceful sleeping"

"Let's wake him up" Evie grins gleefully grabbing one of the glasses of water splashing it on him.

"What the hell Michel!"

"It wasn't even me you idiot!"

"Oh yeah who was it then!"

"Er I don't know? Maybe the person holding the empty glass dumbass?" Pointing to Evie who's looking pleased with herself.

"My brain isn't functioning leave me alone, is that coffee?" He mumbles not wanting to admit he's wrong.

"Chef made your favourite Carlisle, get up and sober up"

"Someone help me up I have a feeling someone superglued my back to this cape" he groans as Michel and I help him up, tugging at his cape we confirm he's been superglued.