That morning I woke up with a pounding headache. Blair was awake, cooking something that smelt like eggs.
"How long have I been here.?" I asked groggily.
"About a day. You were in a pretty deep sleep.!" She replied,chuckling.
"Shit.!" I yelled, grabbing my coat.
"Sorry.! I have to get home. Can I give you the clothes tomorrow.?" I asked, rushing around trying to find my belongings. She looked at me carefully then spoke.
"Keep them. They look good on you." Then went back to making her eggs.
"See ya tomorrow." She yelled as I hurried out the door. I practically ran home. My hand searched under the welcome mat at the front step off the door.I found the key and unlocked the door. Mum was standing at the kitchen bench smoking. I had never seen her smoke before so it was a surprise.
'Now I can steal some of her cigarettes instead of buying them illegally.!' I thought to myself, mentally jumping up and down in excitement.
"Where have you been.?" She asked, not even looking up at me.
"With a friend." I replied casually.
"All night.?" She asked turning to face me.
"It was getting late and I didn't want to walk home in the dark" I said, hoping she would believe me.
She sighed. "Alright. Go have a shower. You reek of booze and smoke." She said and continued smoking her cigarette. I walked upstairs and took a long shower. I wrapped my towel around myself and went to my room. I pulled out some black denim short shorts and a white singlet. Pulling them on and my red converse I ran downstairs. I grabbed my phone and saw I had a message from Blair.
'Hey. Last night was cool. Do you have a job.?' I read the text.
'No why.?' I sent back.
'How do you feel about helping me with my job.?
