04. Vodka
Michael was pissed, to say the least, and I was terrified. I didn't really know what he wanted, I was thinking maybe I made plans with him today and I accidentally ditched, but that wasn't it. Michael was beyond pissed that I talked to Ashton Tuesday night. Honestly, I would've been too.
When I got to my car he told me how stupid I am and at first I was confused but when he finally said "How stupid can you be for talking to him", I understood. And I agreed.
Michael was like a brother to me, so when he walked in on Saturday to Ashton on top of me, he kind of freaked out.
"Maddie, you texted me something and I wasn't exactly sure what it said because it was all messed up but you mentioned food and I thought that's what you wanted," Michael opened my bedroom door without looking up, "so I brought some burgers and fries. I hope that's fine."
Ashton pushed himself off of me as Michael looked up from the door knob.
"What the fuck are you doing!" He dropped the bags of food and immediately rushed over to the bed, grabbing Ashton by the arm to pull him up. "Even I can tell she's drunk by just her texting! What the fuck, mate!"
I don't understand why my drunk self felt so much desire to fuck Ashton. I never liked him in that kind of way, he was too good. Too nice. What the fuck was I doing in the first place. What the fuck was he doing in the first place. Who says yes to fucking a drunk girl? Most guys, I guess, but not Ashton Irwin. At least I thought not him.
But, of course, Michael gave me that same lecture that day that I've been giving myself everyday for the past 2 or so weeks, considering the whole 'Ashton thing happened two weekends ago.
Michael talked to me by my car about 10 days ago and hasn't talked to me since. The last time I've disappointed him that bad was in 9th grade when I 'accidentally' took an edible with some friends, and after Michael yelled at me and ignored me over it, I never took one again. I'm scared the same things gonna happen with Ashton, that we'll just stop talking, but honestly, I'm okay that I'm not talking to him. For now. But, we're graduating in less than a month, and I do wanna talk to him before then, despite how pissed I am now. I mean, I've known the kid since 5th grade, I don't wanna throw our friendship away even if I might not trust him as much.
"Mads, I got the alcohol!" Abby rushed into her room. "Imagine if you still lived in America. You'd have to wait 3 more years to do this legally."
"Finally, I've been waiting here for ages," I exaggerated 'ages' and put down my phone, sitting up on her bed. "And no, I'd probably just ask someone to buy some for me, like we used to do."
Recently I've been hanging out with her more than usual, just not when she's with Michael partying, which happens often. It does feel different not being with Michael most of the time, though. I miss him, but at the same time it feels so refreshing. The last time I hung out with Abby like this, so often, was when Michael was on vacation last summer. If I wasn't with anyone I'd probably be at the library or somewhere where I can get out of the house.
"Oh shut up, at least now it's not that illegal now," she snorted, emphasizing 'that'. "So what would you rather have, vodka or beer?" She lifted the bottle of vodka and the 12 pack as she said their names.
"Vodka, I wanna get wasted tonight," I reminisce on the last few weeks and how shitty it was. I still haven't told Abby about what happened yet, I don't think she even noticed anythings wrong, so I doubt I ever will since there's really no opportunity. I'd rather not anyone else know about it for now anyways, but it won't take a long until the rest of the boys and Abby figure it out, they'll notice something's off soon. Especially since Michael and I haven't spoken for more than a week. I'm surprised no one mentioned it yet.
"Oooh, what's the special occasion? You're usually not a heavy drinker," she placed the alcohol on her desk along with her purse and layed down on the bed next to me. "Then again, you are a lightweight."
"Just wanna drink away my sorrows," I smiled as if it was a joke. "And I am not a lightweight!"
"Then we'll have a girls night in. We won't have a care in the world just like last time," she laughed.
I stared at the wall thinking about the last time I was drunk with Abby. It started with her making a speech about how much of a responsible adult she is now that she's 18 years old and free to do whatever she wants. Though it did end with her running through the street half naked because we played truth or dare. It sounds like it was a stupid and harsh dare but considering it was 3 A.M. no one would've known. Plus, she didn't even remember doing it when she woke up.
"Remember when you fell down the stairs, when you specifically told me to be quiet," she questioned. She always mentions the most embarrassing parts of every time we hung out.
"Hey, don't joke about that! I wasn't even drinking but I was terrified that your family would like hate me or something. But you're are such a bad influence, getting me to do illegal things." I joked.
I'm still 17 so I can't legally drink, but thankfully Abby's 18 so we have no trouble buying alcohol. I feel safe doing whatever in Abby's house though; there's a homey feel to it that makes it feel better than my house. At the same time, anywhere could make me feel better than my home. It's not that there was a war constantly going on, it was just always too quiet.
"Maddie you know you love it," Abby rolled her eyes. She was right, drinking always gave me the rush of adrenaline and a boost of confidence. "Besides if I truly knew you, you'd be doing this right now in America."
"Um, actually I wouldn't. It'd be 11 in the morning there and I don't drink that early," I replied smirking, "5s probably the earliest."
While laughing we opened up the bottle of Vodka and poured it into red solo cups, aren't we so classy? My cup was about a quarter full before I started to pour in the cranberry juice but Abby's was halfway full and she barely put any cranberry juice in.
Abby's way more use to alcohol than I am; she parties every weekend. I'm surprised she even agreed to me sleeping over since it's a Friday night, but then again, alcohol is involved. Basically. she let me sleepover for the same reason she parties; the drinks. But, Abbys a great friend so I'm sure she still would have said yes to me sleeping over if there weren't any drinks."
"I don't get how you drink so often and never get bored of it." I thought out loud.
"It's a true talent, Madison. Maybe one day you'll learn of it." She took a big gulp of the vodka and I gave her a 'how?' kind of look.
"Honestly, I just deal with it. This shit, it's one hundred times better than the Tequila I usually drink at parties. Never drink Tequila, Mads."
"I'll keep that noted," I laughed. "I'm surprised you haven't gotten alcohol poisoning yet."
"Yeah, me too. That would be the worst throwing up and everything yuck! Especially not being able to drink more during that time, it would be terrifying!" She joked. " That must be how Michael felt when he still had Chlamydia," she joked, but her mentioning Michael made my smile fall from my face. Hopefully she hadn't noticed the fake smile I was now showing
She continued, "By the way, did he ever tell Brooke he had it?"
I cleared my throat, "I hope so, if he didn't, even I would feel bad for her."
"He invited me to a party today but I told him that I couldn't because I was busy. I joked how you might be able to and he started getting all pissy with me. Is something going on between the two of you? Because it seemed like he didn't know that we were hanging out, and you guys always let eachother know everything." she interrogated. She was suspicious and I don't blame her, if I was in her position, I would do the same.
I took a large swig from my cup before I started, "Well, I mean, I am 'drinking my sorrows away' for a reason." Anyone in the world could tell that I was nervous. I really didn't want this to blow up anymore than it has.
There was knock on the door and we looked at eachother confused.
"My parents are away for a wedding, so it's not them. Did you invite anyone else?" She asked me as she stood up from her bed and placed her drink on her desk.
"No, I have no clue who it is." I shrugged my shoulders and pursed my lips.
I swear to fuck it better not be Ashton.
