I woke up with a banging headache. I couldn't remember much from last night other than messily dancing to great MTV music.
Ali lay sleeping next to me on my sofa, snoring slightly.
I walked up the stairs to the kitchen as quiet as I could, not wanting to wake the also-hungover teen in my basement.
"Who's downstairs?" my dad asked in a monotone, not bothering to look up from his newspaper.
"A friend from school." I replied with a shrug, pouring 2 glasses of water for the both of us.
"You drank my alcohol." he pointed out.
"Well spotted, dad." I replied sarcastically, taking the painkillers and water downstairs and placing it on the table.
I then took a couple pills and downed the water, turning the TV on then straight down. It was very loud from last night. I quickly looked over at Ali, praying that I hadn't woke her but she had barley stired. Hm, a deep sleeper, same.
I watched cartoons for a couple hours, not really caring on the fact that it was Tuesday and we were supposed to be at school 2 hours ago.
Ali finally woke up, brushing sleep from her eyes with the back of her hand.
"Sleeping beauty has finally awaken from her slumber," I greeted sarcastically.
She groaned, stretching her arms up then scratching her back.
"My head hurts." she mumbled, sounding very much like a child.
"There's some pain killers on the table." I stated the obvious, not turning away from the TV.
I heard her chugging the water then lay down again.
"Make me a bacon butty." she mumbled, snuggled in my blankets.
I shook my head and stood up, walking up to the kitchen to make my hungover guest a greasy sandwich.
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Burnt Out - Patrick Hockstetter.
FanfictionThe gang set their eyes on the loner a couple days after she started. She was mysterious and nobody seemed to know anything about her. They were drawn to her by her recklessness and lack of cigarettes, the snarky remarks and her untold truth. She w...
