Warped

Chapter Three

Remember when they said that what we want can never be done

When it all comes falling down

We'll do what we want to

Said we'll do what we want to

Yeah, yeah, yeah

 I rolled over with a groan, reluctantly sitting up to attempt to find my phone which was the source of the only noise present at such an ungodly hour. Sleeping with Sirens was great, but I really wasn’t enthused about it during my hungover haze. I scrambled absently, trying to find it before it could start in on the second half of the chorus. When I finally found it in my pants which smelled like stale whisky sours, I shut the alarm off and rolled over to burrow back into the fresh smelling white comforter.

 My eyes suddenly shot wide open and the drowsiness quickly bolted into complete clarity. I did not have a white down comforter that smelled like fresh linen. In fact, I was pretty sure that nothing in my room was white at all. I was not nearly neat enough to pull off such a ridiculous thing. Wearing white shorts was a challenge for me. This comforter was not mine, this bed was not mine, this room was not mine and that view was so definitely not mine.

 I racked my brain for answers, but I could only remember the concert, seeing the tour bus, going to the parking lot of the Hilton, and then bits and pieces. The Hilton! That was where I was. Then I remembered going inside with Chase the Merch Guy and the guys from Frankly, My Dear. Dustin, Caleb, Jason, Max, and Derrick. The names flooded into my brain.

 Then I remembered the drinks. I had been drinking a lot by anyone’s standard, not just my own. A mental image of Max playing Wish You Were Here with me singing along  came back to me. After that, I had another drink. I tried to remember anything after that, but I was getting absolutely nothing at all. The rest was a complete blank. I desperately hoped I hadn’t embarrassed myself. I sat up, picking up my pants and then finding a whole new wave of horror taking over my now neurotic mind. I was wearing only my bra and underwear.

 Trying to avoid thinking the of the worst possible thing, I quickly found my clothing and redressed myself as fast as I could. I was nearly halfway out of the bedroom when a series of black markings on the bottom of the white comforter caught my eye. I quickly realized that the markings weren’t on the comforter, they were on the back of a T-shirt. They probably thought I was some groupie, happy to have a little reminder of my wild night with the band! Well the joke was on them because that couldn’t be further from the truth. I snatched the shirt off the bed and rushed out the door, careful not to make a sound or to look around too much. There was no telling what else I could accidentally lay my eyes on and I could do without the extra mental scarring.

 On the way home I kept my music at full blast and made sure to choose a playlist that contained absolutely nothing by Frankly, My Dear. The last thing I needed was to be full of rage in the already infuriating L.A traffic. Fortunately, I made it home without incident or anything even slightly unusual or remarkable.

 Once inside the house that I lived in with my parents and little brother, I stopped by Kyle’s room. The walls were nearly papered in band posters and a majority of them contained the faces of a few people that I would have liked to avoid seeing or thinking about for a while. However, I still had a sisterly duty to complete for the morning so I gave a good knock and came into the room to find my little brother at his desk, typing away on his computer.

 “Hey, little bro,” I said softly, “I’ve got a present for you!”

 Kyle turned his head to look at me with his big green eyes and his hands shot down to the wheels of his chair so that he could back himself away from the desk and then propel himself in my direction. Once he had parked himself in front of me, I grinned with excitement at his own look of curiosity.