Double Take

Chapter 13

*Lynn's P.O.V*

“Wake up! We are starving,”

“Yeah come on Virgin—ia I wanna eat!” Chris and Adrian complain.

“No. I’m sleepy. Don’t call me that either,” I groan towards my friends.

“Fine, fine, but I still can’t believe that you are a virgin!” Chris exclaims. If my eyes were open I would see her shaking her head in disbelief.

“You say it like it is a bad thing,” I finally sit up and rub my eyes. “What do you want to eat?” I yawn, as I stretch my tired bones.

“IHOP!” Chris and Adrian scream in unison.

“Oh, so that’s why we are up so early,” I glance at my nightstand and see that it Is 7:30 in the morning. “Alright fine. Let me pee first and then we will go,”

“We will meet you down stairs!” Adrian says already out the door.

I head to the bathroom and do my business.  I pull my hair into a messy bun on the top of my head as I walk down stairs. When I arrive downstairs I see my friends messing with Joe and Tyler who are passed out on the floor and coffee table.

“Oh my god you guys,” I giggle whisper, walking towards Adrian who is drawing a specific part of the male anatomy on my brother’s cheek. My brother is so hung over that he doesn’t even move the slightest bit.

“Lynn come here!” Chris whispers excitedly. “Grab Tyler’s other arm,” she instructs. I follow her directs and we start to flail Tyler’s limp arms all over the place. Tyler, like my brother, doesn’t move a muscle. I laugh at our childishness so hard that I knock over my Calculus book that was setting on the arm of the couch. Now, that book is huge, so when it hit the ground it didn’t make a quiet sound. It made a sound loud enough to make the hung over zombies stir slightly. We run out of the house silently before they could wake up all of the way.  Once in Chris’ car we all burst out laughing.

“They will never know we where even there!” I spurt, trying to catch my breath from how hard I have been laughing. However I fail and start to laugh again. After laughing for about fifteen minutes more, Chris starts the car and we head to the nearest IHOP.

“Wow. I can’t believe that our last Home Coming week is over,” Adrian says as we slide into our booth.

“Yeah, it wasn’t like I thought it would be,” Chris picks up a menu even though she knows what she is getting.

“There was way too much drama this year,” I add.

“Tell me about it,” Chris mutters under her breath.

“So, do you guys think that everyone will still be talking about Homecoming tomorrow?” I ask my friends, referring to the fact that today is the last day of our long weekend. Tomorrow, Tuesday, we are forced to go back to school, and I really don’t want to be reminded of the horror of Friday night.