Some Things You Can't Control

06: Up To Him

Brody Garcia ^^
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Chapter 6

Up To Him

- EDEN GARCIA -

I wake up sprawled across one half of my living room couch the next morning, sun shining harshly in my eyes.

"Fuck," I groan the instant I try to lift my head. Instead, I opt to roll over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling through squinting eyes, gradually adjusting them to the light. A quick look shows Mickie on the other end of the couch.

After a small amount of half-assed mental preparation, I decide to just take the bull by the horns and quickly sit up. My head spins and black dots momentarily cross my vision. I feel like I have an arrow shot through my temples.

Why did Jake's party ever seem like a good idea?

I try to remember even one good thing about last night, but all my brain can recall is a shit-tonne of loud music, alcohol and ping-pong. Everything feels like one gigantic blur.

When I finally manage to get ahold of myself, I see Brandon and Drew passed out on the furry living room carpet a few metres away. The sight makes me smirk, and if I wasn't feeling like I'd just been hit by a truck I would already have my phone out.

Gradually, I somehow miraculously make it down the hall to the kitchen. The moment I enter, the smell of pancakes hits my nose. Instead of the pang of hunger I would usually experience, the thought of food only makes me nauseous.

"Morning sunshine," Aiden smirks, sitting on my kitchen bench as Trey flips the pancakes on the stove.

"Morning," I grumble, heading straight to the fridge for a glass of water. I scull three cups in a row before finally pausing to turn around and face the boys, still clad in last night's attire. I adjust my dress and use the hair-tie around my wrist to pull my hair back into a messy bun.

"Someone's huuunnngooooverrrr," Trey sings teasingly, glancing at my unhappy facial expression and current disheveled state.

"And someone's way too chirpy for a Sunday morning," I retort, saying the first thing that comes to mind as I replace the jug of water in the fridge.

"Some people didn't get as smashed as others last night," Aiden comments, shooting me a knowing look.

"I find that hard to believe. Doesn't Aiden Boyd have a reputation for going to parties to get drunk and get laid."

"No, princess. Aiden Boyd doesn't need to get drunk or go to parties to get laid," he informs me matter-of-factly. Trey bursts out laughing, fist-bumping Aiden. He removes the pancakes and sets them on a plate to the side before pouring more batter into the pan.

"You have such a fucking big ego," I tell him bluntly, smirking.

He winks. "That's not the only thing that's big, princess."

"Okay," I say pointedly, changing the direction of the conversation before it goes into too many details I never want to know, "I need to find my phone."

"E-Dog, I got a text from Lewis this morning," Trey speaks up, glancing over to me. The sound of his name makes my heart beat even faster than it normally does and I can't figure out why. "You left it at Jake's last night. He has it and he crashed there."

As I raid the cupboards for painkillers, I respond, "Alright, I might head over there and grab it. Maybe. If I can be bothered."

Trey rolls his eyes with a smile. "We'll see you over there soon then."