Fakeness

The hangover

[Sara's P.O.V]

"ugghh" I groaned opening my eyes. The sun was shining straight through my sheer white curtains. I have got to get some new curtains. I felt terrible, I definitely drank too much yesterday, but that's the fun in parties, the drinking that is. NOT the morning after. 

I rolled over in my bed and put my pillow over my face, blocking out the sun. I had a huge headache and I just felt overall sick. I didn't really remember much from yesterday, guess I just had too much fun. 

I looked around for my phone with my hand, face still covered with the pillow. After about 20 seconds of looking and still not finding it, I removed the pillow from my face.  Once my eyes adjusted to the light I looked at the small table beside my bed. I didn't see my phone, but I did see a couple of Advils and a glass of water. How did I not knock that over?

I figured Ophelia put it in my room when we got home yesterday. I was still in my clothes from the night before though, which I am happy about. I love her, but not enough to let her change my clothes for me.

I popped the Advil in my mouth and took a sip from my water. I threw my legs over the side of my new bed and walked over to my vanity looking in the mirror.

"Ugh what the fuck" I whispered looking at myself in the mirror. I looked absolutely horrible. My dark hair was all over the place and had at least a million knots in it. My makeup from yesterday was smeared around my eyes and mouth. Well, time to break out I thought to myself, knowing that my skin was about to have pimples the size of volcanos.  

I grabbed my brush and tried to go through my hair. It didn't go very well, my hair was really messed up. I grabbed a random leave-in hair conditioner spray Ophelia gifted me for my birthday. I never really used it since my hair was normally very easy to brush through, but I might as well give it a try now.

I sprayed a couple of sprays in my hair and started brushing through it again. This time successfully might I add. 

Once my hair was brushed out I got out my makeup-wipes and started removing my makeup. 2 minutes and 5 wipes later, my makeup was completely gone. I grabbed the old moisturizer that I have had for way too long and plopped it on my face.

Afterward, I walked over to my dresser and grabbed a pair of sweats and a crop top, not feeling like dressing up. 

I walked out of my room an down the hall to the bathroom. I grabbed my shower gel and turned on the shower. While the water was heating up, I put my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head.

Once I had showered and put on the clothes I walked downstairs smelling eggs and bacon being cooked.

"Morning" I said tiredly to Ophelia standing in the kitchen cooking breakfast. "Good morning" she chirped. How is she so happy in the morning? Oh right she didn't drink her guts out I thought to myself. I sat down at the counter and waited for the breakfast to be finished. 

"Thanks for the Advil by the way" I spoke with my head in my hands. "You're welcome" She said. I was pretty sure she was smiling, but I didn't feel like lifting my head to see if I was right.

"How did you sleep?" she asked sliding a plate with food in front of me. "Fine, I felt better than I do now" I said taking some egg on my fork and stuffing it into my mouth. I could hear Ophelia giggling at me. "Well you don't look the worst" She said. I looked up for the first time since I got down here, and smiled at her. "Thanks" I said shrugging.

"I'm going grocery shopping today, we're low on groceries" Ophelia spoke up after eating all of her food. "Okay" I simply said. I still had a headache so I didn't feel like talking let alone go grocery shopping.

After I was done eating I put my plate in the dishwasher and walked upstairs into my room.

I threw myself on my bed and went to grab my phone, but as I looked around it wasn't there.

"Oph!" I yelled for Ophelia to see if she had seen my phone. "Yeah?" she yelled back "Have you seen my phone?" I asked while still looking around for it, seeing if it was in my bed or on my vanity. "No it's your phone why would I have seen it?" she was now leaning in the doorframe.

"I can't find it" I said now moving to my dresser opening the drawers throwing my clothes all over the floor.

"You're gonna have to clean that up later you now" She commented. I rolled my eyes without her seeing. "Have you looked in the car?" She asked after me emptying my drawers completely.

Without answering I ran down the stairs grabbing the car keys, slipping on a pair of random shoes by the door and running out the door toward the car. I regretted that immediately after, still feeling sick.

I opened the car and started looking for my phone in there. "Don't make a mess in the car" Ophelia was suddenly standing beside me. "Whatever mom" I said sarcastically. "Could you help me?" I asked. Ophelia started looking in the backseat. After about 5 minutes of looking, we still couldn't find it. I groaned in annoyance "Where could it be?" I hissed. "I don't know, it's your phone" Ophelia shrugged.

"Did I have it on me last night, when we went home?" I asked looking at Ophelia who was now moving towards the house. "I don't know, maybe it's at the party" She yelled leaving the door open for me.

I locked the car, walked into the house closing the door behind me and put the keys back into its place. "Could you go there for me?" I asked her with puppy eyes. I really didn't feel like going and I knew I could convince her.

"No I'm going grocery shopping, I just told you" She said sternly. "Come on, pleeasee" I begged "you could get it on the way back" I pointed out. She shook her head, and started to put on her jacket and shoes. "Fine I'll get it" she finally said heading out the door, after grabbing the keys.

[Ophelia's P.O.V]

I finally caved in, I really didn't feel like having her breathing down my neck the entire day. So I grabbed the keys and went out the door to the car.

I decided to go get the phone first, since I was buying milk and eggs, and didn't want them to go bad before even opening them.

I drove 20 minutes to get to the house, with my music on blast before finally pulling up to the house.

It was still a mess from the night before, red solo cups were scattered all over the front yard. There was for some reason hanging clothes in the tree. I do not want to know how or why that was there.

I made my way up to the front door knocking on it a couple of times and waiting for it to open.

I could hear footsteps going down the stairs inside the house and moving toward the door. "Shit" I heard someone hiss from the inside. I had heard the voice before I just couldn't quite put my hand on who it was.

After a couple of more second, the door slowly opened to a tired looking guy in just a T-shirt and boxers. "Ethan?" I asked. What was he doing here, did he sleep over? And why was he in his underwear?

"No, not exactly, The guy said looking at me. "I'm Grayson" He said holding his hand out for me to shake.