South-Side Renascent || c.g.

B O Y S

Carl

I pulled up to the club and found a parking spot across the street. I hurried into the building and immediately spotted Matt and Carson arguing by the bar. I made my way to them as quick as I could.

"Oh, thank God. I tried calling Cailee, but she didn't answer," Matt said, looking semi-relieved. "She's wasted and won't leave. Called me to come here."

I rubbed Carson's back, causing her to lift her head up, "Hey, come on. We're leaving."

"N-no, I c-can't leave," Carson slurred.

"Why not?"

"My m-mom kicked me out," she hiccuped, "Said I'm not w-welcome anymore." Matt and I shared a concerned look.

"Let's get you to Cailee's then, come on," I wrapped her arm around my shoulder while Matt wrapped her other arm around his shoulder. We managed to get her out of the place and into the car.

Cailee

"There you go, all clean," I said to Aubrey as I helped her out of the tub. She dried herself off and I helped her with her pajamas. We were both exhausted; her from trying to get around on her newly acquired crutches, and me from basically carrying her everywhere she couldn't go on her own.

I helped her shamble into her bedroom and plop onto her bed.

"Thanks sis, I got it from here. Go rest," Aubrey breathed out. I nodded and went to plop onto my own bed. I let out a sigh of relief and snuggled with a pillow.

I woke up abruptly when there was a banging on the door. Fuck. I groaned and forced myself to go downstairs. I yawned and opened the door. There stood Carl, Matt, and Carson (who was slumped over their shoulders).

Suddenly, I was wide awake, "What the hell happened to her?"

"Mom kicked her out and she got trashed," Carl spoke. They brought her in and I closed the door.

"Her mom can't find out she's here," I sighed.

Carl's brows furrowed, "Why not?"

"Long story for another day. I can take it from here."

"T-thanks, boys," Carson whispered, causing me to chuckle.

"Spell 'boys' Cars," I snickered. She sat up and tapped her finger on her bottom lip as if she was thinking about it.

"B O Y S," she spelled, dragging out each vowel. We all chuckled a bit at her drunkness.

"Well you're welcome. I gotta get going guys, thanks Carl," Matt said and waved before leaving. Carl and I looked at Carson, who was now snoring softly.

"You get her legs, I'll get her arms."

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I woke up with Carson's foot in my face. Ugh, ew. I pushed it off of me and sat up in bed. The clock read '9:13 am' and the sun was shining through my curtain. Carson shifted in the bed and sat up as well. Her face went pale and she covered her mouth. She ran out of the room and into the bathroom. I know the feeling, Cars.