Apartment 211 (5SOS)

Chapter 1: Sleepless Night

Recap:
“I’m going home with you tonight.”

Chapter 1: Sleepless Night

And he did.

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“Carter come on it’s time to get out of bed!” Jake said shaking me awake. “Come on Carter mom and dad will be home soon. We have to look presentable.”

I just groaned shoving him away from me. I didn’t care that my parents were coming home from another business trip. I stopped caring when they started leaving Jake and I here alone. I guess being alone has taught me a lot about myself, and being alone gave me the right to feel free.

“Carter if you’re not up in 5 minutes ready to help clean I’m going to dump cold water on you.”

Oh a threat? That's new. Jake was never really the one to threaten. Well not me at least. I was the more violent twin.

I sat up looking around confused. Last night was a blur and I can only remember a few things. But I remember his eyes and the way we rocked the world all night in my bed. I remember screaming his name, but what was his name? It doesn’t matter now, I’ll never see him again.

I rolled out of my bed which, lets all be real here, was incredibly hard. I felt the bed calling my body’s presence back to it. Telling my mind i couldn’t go back to bed was one thing but knowing what my mother would be like if the house wasn’t spotless was another.

“Okay Jake what do we have to do?” I asked as I walked down the stairs.

“We need to do the dishes, mop the floor, the rug needs to be vacuumed and-” I started to tone him out.

“So are we just doing what we usually do?”

“Calling for a maid?”

“No,” I paused to look at him like he’s stupid. “Yes you idiot.”  I was too hungover to deal with this, I just wanted to sleep until the pounding in my head takes a break. I was sore and didn’t want to walk too much but I knew I had to help around the house and I couldn’t skip a gym day or I’ll never get back to it.

“Do you think we have enough time?”

“They are supposed to be home around 7 tonight right?”

“Yeah.” Jake said pulling out his phone to dial the cleaning service.

“it’s 2 in the afternoon we should have enough time. I mean we can start with the dishes but I don’t want to clean this whole house top to bottom again just for them to leave tomorrow.”

When I said we’ll do the dishes, I really meant he’ll do the dishes while I lay on the floor throwing a fit about how tired I am and how hard life can be this early. My sleeping schedule is a mess lately because it’s that time of the year when everyone suddenly wants to throw parties; also known as summer vacation.

After a few hours and help from a maid, the house looked spotless. It looked so clean you’d be surprise that we have a messy younger sister. The time came for us to sit and relax but that's when I got a text.

Mom:
Carter, We will not be home tonight we are stuck in Chicago but we'll be back sometime tomorrow if your dad and I can get a flight home.

“Jake! Best news ever! Mom, Dad and Ariel won’t be home until tomorrow!”

“So does that mean we can go clubbing?” Jake asked like he was questioning his whole life.

“Yes we are going clubbing!” I cheered waiting patiently for tonight.

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At around nine that night, I pulled out a pair of black high waisted booty shorts and paired it with a nude coloured lacy shirt and a bralette underneath. I stared at all the shoes I own for a while not knowing what to wear with that outfit. I don’t know how girls who wear high heels to clubs can survive the night, especially that in clubs shoes get ruined with all the alcohol on the floor.

“Jake get in here!’’ I called out for him so he could give me advice because believe it or not, he knows a lot.

“Oh no’’ he said as he looked at me with my black converse in my hands. “Carter you look like a rat, take that thing off, it looks like grandma’s curtains with puke all over it.’’ He said pointing at my shirt.

Wow. Thank you! Why didn’t he tell me that when I bought it?

He looked in my closet and pulled out a white bralette with a bit of lace at the bottom which makes it look like a short crop top. With that he gave me a leather jacket and red wedges.

I did my makeup and hair and by 11 we were out of the door. A real party doesn’t start before midnight. Our friends will be meeting us there while I drive jake and I with the car our parents got us that we have share.

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The mixed smell of alcohol and sweat filled my nose as I try to push my body through the crowd to get to the bar. It was impossible to hear anything with the loud music but I managed to gesture to the bartender that I wanted vodka shots for me and my friend. The bartender knows me from the number of times I went there and just handed me the entire bottle and a few shot glasses.

Making my way to our booth was hard as I tried to dodge people so I don’t drop anything, and a guy who looked slightly older decided that the right time to hit on a girl was while she’s holding glass cups and a bottle of alcohol. I tried to brush him off since I couldn’t hear his pick up lines but he kept insisting and reaching out to hold me by the waist. And that’s when the disaster happened. I dropped all the glasses one by one, dropping more as I try to catch them before they hit the floor. ‘‘Shit’’ I looked up at the dude, very annoyed as I pushed the broken glass with my feet under a table on the corner that was there for empty glasses.

Thankfully I haven’t dropped the vodka so I kept making my way to the booth and started chugging from the bottle.

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‘‘Wait, so, what’s your name again?’’ The boy stopped kissing my neck to look at me. I was a giggly mess, I had too much alcohol in my system to know what was happening, but I knew one thing for sure: I didn’t want to stop.

‘‘Does it really matter?’’ He laughed, he was as drunk as I am and that’s what made it nicer.

I hummed as if I was thinking about it ‘’Nope.’’

I didn’t know if it was the alcohol or his company but I felt happy. Things then got serious, we went from hysterically laughing for no reason to eating each others faces off and like the day before, he was gone by the morning and I woke up alone, naked in bed.

We never exchanged names or numbers but every night I go clubbing, I end up finding the same blonde boy in the crowd and take him home with me in apartment 211.