06. Blue Straws
Abby didn't do anything. She probably doesn't even remember she said she was gonna do something after the night we had. Michael ended up leaving around 2 in the morning, Abby didn't want him to stay the night so we called him an Uber. Between the 3 of us, we finished a 12 pack and drank two thirds of a bottle of vodka, it kind of fucked us up. We're all moderate light weights, so that was more than enough alcohol consumption for us.
But, after the Ashton thing and after Abby 'threatened' the situation, Mikey and I officially made up, and we've been back to normal since. Drinking really does help friendships, contrary to popular belief.
I guess that sentence is a little hypocritical of me; I still haven't talked to Ashton. It's been a week since he drunk called me, so it'd been around 3 since I talked to him in school. I've been thinking the whole situation over, and damn am I bipolar on matters like this. I went from hating him to forgiving and letting him sleepover, to regret, back to hate, and now I'm here. I think I have to take some responsibility. At least half of it, I mean, I was the one that went on to him. But he let me. It's not a situation where just one person is to blame, he wasn't the one to initiate the whole thing, I was, and we both let it happen. The only reason this is a bad thing is because I was drunk, and he was sober. But I initiated it?
Ashton was the designated driver tonight, as he usually was. Michael had barely anything to drink so he offered, but Ash told him he'll take care of everyone. He was the mom of our group. I was always either the first or last one to be dropped off after a party, it all depended on where the party was at. For this one, I was the last. Michael was being dropped off while I was singing along to music, too busy to notice. That was until the door slammed.
"Ahh fuck did Mikey just leave," I groaned while slurring my words. I was regretting singing, more like screaming, along to One Direction.
"Yeah, what about it," Ashton replied with his eyes fixated on the road.
"Nothing I'm just gonna text him," I pulled out my phone. The screen was so bright my eyes squinted right as I saw it. I tried to write 'get food for me please' but in my drunken state there was no chance I spelled everything correctly. Hopefully Mikey would understand.
Turning off the engine shortly after, Ashton states that I'm home. I feel a tang of sadness because now I'm gonna be all alone.
"Hey, Ashton come with me," I said, trying to show my biggest smile.
"I was already gonna, after all someone needs to take care of you. You drank way more than usual today and I'm scared you might throw up and there'd pull your hair out of the way," he replied showing a smile just as big. When he took his keys out he immediately opened and closed his door then ran next to mine.
"Wow, what a gentleman you are," I said when he opened my door.
"Honestly, I'm just doing this to make sure you don't fall down. Here, grab onto my arm." I did as I was told and hooked his arm with mine like I would do with Mikey. I tried my best to walk as straight as possible to the door but it just made it worse."Woah, watch out Maddie we don't want you to fall." Ashton was now holding both of my arms trying to keep me steady.
"Hand me your purse," he said, trying to walk me up to the porch of my house.
"What? No. It's my purse. Get your own." I gave him a mocked dirty look.
"Mads, I need your key?" he laughed softly. We got to the top step and I handed him my purse that I've been holding against my chest since we left Calum's. "Thanks." He rummaged through my purse, hopefully not seeing anything he wasn't supposed to, and grabbed my set of 3 keys; one for my house, one for my car, and one for Michael's house.
