Basketcase

Getting Away

Chapter Sixteen

"Ahem," another voice interrupted. The flesh of Marissa tightened tensely, forcing pressure to my hand. I glanced back more alive, watching the curly haired boy enter and stop at a far distance. "What's going on in here?" he eyed, raising a brow.

"Niall needed pants," I answered forwardly. Marissa's head thumped back.

"Alright," he shrugged carelessly, cracking a stretch in his right shoulder and hunching. His eyes tightened and then remained shut as he trudging out of the room.

My eyes blinked plainly towards the empty placement, slowly shifting my focus over. Clicks of additional noise tapped in my background with a brightened white gleaming onto her face. Her eye caught my stare, "It's way hotter here than I expected," she commented, connecting back to her phone, "I think I'm going to have to tell Daddy to send a second load."

"Yeah," I yawned taking my hand away and falling back onto the carpet, regret immediately rushing in. Copping by closing my eyes as my stomach flopped and gargled.

A zipper trailed shortly, an unwinding white noise almost piercing to the touch. "Marissa," I snapped suddenly, shaking my eyes open.

The zipper paused with rummaging following, "yeah," she replied, continuing.

I inhaled deeply, rolling over in my stomach and quickly lifting my gut from the ground, "What-" I began wincing inwards as my knees jumped in, "-are you doing?"

She head refused to glance over, focused on her task. "It's hot," she said, "I'm hot. I need something else to wear, like a t-shirt or something."

"But thats not yours," I commented, bringing myself to a slow stand.

"Yeah," she replied, "I know. It's Niall's."

"Well," I complied, observing her search, "what are you wearing now?"

She whipped over, facing me; her jumper unzipped and open, "Nothing really," she informed honestly, her neon pink Sports Chek bra with the vibrate lime green check on the lower elastic strap, "You know I like the freeness of it all," she reminded, "So..." I made no comment. "-I am just going to borrow a shirt," she explained, continuing her rummage. I nodded.

She pulled an orange thicker stripped, bear shouldered shirt, slipping just the top portion of her jumper off her shoulders and then on with the shirt. It fit her as any other shirt but mildly baggy and extended near the bottom, five or so inches from her matching boxer pair. "There," she complied, "Now I am satisfied and now we can go."

"Go?" I questioned, "Now you wish to go?"

"Yup," she shined, "I got me a souvenir."

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"Liam!" a whined called from across the room.

"Liam!!" another followed immediately.

My forehead cringed to the familiar irritations thumping into my room. God. "I'm here," I answered absently, massaging the crinkles above my brows.

"Liam!" Niall panted furiously, redden in the face and holding the door frame for support. "Liam, Lou stole my trousers, forcing me to go into Marissa and Ryan's room to get another pair!"

Niall nudged forward off balance and falling slightly before straightening himself in a hunch. Lou replaced him at the door, also grasping the frame for dear life. "No!" he imputed, shaking his head, "he was wearing mine and I wanted to wear them!"

"But you can't just go and strip it off a guy while he's sleeping!" Niall argued, waving his arms exaggeratively in the air and then letting them fall to his knees, lenient to them.

"Look-" I attempted to cut before Lou went on.

"They were my favourite pair," Lou replied.

"Then why'd you let me wear them?" Niall raised his voice, piercing my morn hearing.

"I-" I tried again,

"I didn't want to say anything," Lou answered.

"Do you not understand how embarrassing that was- Liam?" Niall pleaded, saddening his eyes for pity.

"No, don't take his side," Lou injected, "It'd be unreasonable."

"Can't you figure this out on your own?" I inquired, massaging my fingers into my forehead.

"I'm pantless!" Niall pointed out, gesturing to his covered legs.

"No your not!" Lou quickly corrected in a hysteric chuckle.

"Guys-" I began.

"Obviously not," Niall cut, responding bluntly, "But I was!"

"See you agreed, there is no problem!" Lou concluded folding his arms over his chest.

"There is a great problem!" Niall went on, the clench visible as his cricked teeth, "There is something wrong with you!"

Lou cricked his neck over and spotted Niall, "What!" Lou snapped, zipping his head over to me, "Did you just hear that Liam? Did yo-What are you going to do about it!"

"Oh god! Get out!" I raged, spotting the door, "I cannot solve all of your problems! Solve them yourselves or find Harry or Zayn because I cannot help you!"

"But-" Lou began before I took my turn.

"Out!" I cut, "Actually, I'm out," I finished, slipping to my feet and passing the boys in the frame. "I need some air," I announced loudening my volume for the boys in the other room and cutting through Niall and Zayn's room. I opened the door widely, catching the swing of the door as I remembered our guests and instantly swung my head behind searching for the bodies. But the room was empty. Both the beds slept in, unmade and empty. I consciously shut the door behind and walked into the room searching, as I passed, for the two girls out of sight. I peaked back before leaving and headed for the lifts, pressing the Ground Level.

Hitting rock bottom, I head straight for the open park entrance. Fresh air. My lungs took in massive gulp of air, closing my eyes in the linger of the moment. Conscious I removed my shirt and wrapped it around my head, the warmth of the sun's rayed beating down; lighting the way. To figures caught my sights, walking off in a distant direction hop in and out of the strip mall area. Ryan?