Summer

Chapter 5

*Okay! This chapter still needs work and proof reading but I'm sorry for the wait!X

I woke curled up on the floor, either I didn’t make it to the bed or fell off during the night, I can’t remember which. I didn’t want to chance standing up yet for fear that yesterday’s drink my show a reappearance. Rolling my aching legs out from under the bed, I was grateful for the lack of sunlight and the soft patter of rain on the windows, never have I been more grateful for the inconsistency of British weather. Kicking off the one shoe I still had on I sat up scrapping back my hair and rubbing my eyes.

As I untangled myself from the quilt I felt rather than heard someone climbing the stairs. By the slow uneven steps I could tell it was Ryan returning home instead of my dad thank god, if he was too see me like this I doubt I would ever see the outside world again, that’s after dragging me down the doctors to get checked out for every disease known to man.

I listened as Ryan shuffled down the hall way and came to a halt outside my door. The door swung open as a very hung over Ryan stumbled in.

“ugh fuck, wrong room” he groaned as he not so gracefully made his was over and collapsed in the mess off quilt beside me, kneeing me my head in the process.

“For the love of God summer, tell me I don’t look as bad as you” he pleaded rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands. Apart from his damp hair and wrinkled clothes he looked pretty much the same as when he left the house.

Boys were so lucky, they never have to worry about waking up with troll hair and panda eyes.

“You look beautiful, princess” I rolled my eyes and nudged his head with my foot. “Are you sure? I think I may be dead.” Ignoring him I somehow I found the energy to stand up.

The windows rattled as the wind outside picked up. Leaving a snoring Ryan behind me, I dragged my feet towards the bathroom and switched on the shower. I stepped into the warm water and massaged the muscles in my neck thankfully releasing some of the tension, a moment passed before I realised I still had my clothes on. This is clearly why I don’t drink often; it prevents my brain from working properly. I shrugged out of my sodden clothes and decided it was time to man up and sort through the events of last night.

Clearly by the pounding in my head and the blurred memories I had drunk far too much, I made a mental note to avoid alcohol for a while. Then we had the unfortunate event on the kiss. I groaned mentally why Riley? What was he thinking? What would Ryan think? I couldn’t help but feel like I had betrayed him, Riley was his best friend, and would he feel like I was trying to take him away? Did the kiss even mean anything? Or was it just a drunken mistake? I sighed at all the unanswered questions and reached for the shampoo, massaging it into my scalp, the fruity smell of cherry clinging to the damp air in the shower.

Trying to remember how I actually got home it suddenly dawned on me, Max Crow had walked me home, he had called me an embarrassment, anger fled through me, he had no right to judge me, he didn’t know me from eve. Yes I drank too much but it was a party, besides I was sober compared to some of the wrecks, I vaguely recall stumbling round the dance floor with Jayden, but it was just harmless fun. Everyone drinks and dances at parties. Despite the argument I was grateful he had, I could just imagine waking up in someone’s garden nesting with their cat the next morning, and I’m sure my dad would have loved receiving that phone call.

Switching off and stepping out the shower I wrapped myself in two soft blue towels and padded back to my room, which to my surprise was empty. Judging by the stomach churning smell of bacon Ryan had found the energy to eat, which doesn’t surprise me one bit, I’ve honestly never known a boy to eat so much.