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Act I Chapter VI ━ Call the Vatican
A STUDY SLEEPOVER IS WHEN YOU AND YOUR MATES GET TOGETHER THE NIGHT BEFORE AN EXAM AND TRY TO PACK THREE MONTHS WORTH OF INFORMATION INTO YOUR HEAD IN ONE NIGHT.
Siobhan laid in a contorted position on the floor of Erin's bedroom, drifting in and out of consciousness. Most of her body was slotted inside her sleeping bag, but her left leg was hooked around James' waist. Sometime during a power nap, she had found herself moving and attaching herself to the English boy. Neither seemed to be bothered by the arrangement, and even when either one of them had to go to the bathroom, they'd find themselves back in the same position when the other returned.
"I just can't get my head around it. The fact that he's gone. Forever." Erin whispered mournfully, staring solemnly at the picture frame in her hands.
A soft sigh fell from James' lips as a hand came to rest upon his back, fingers trailing along the ridges of his spine. Apparently, when Siobhan was heavily sleep deprived, she became very affectionate. Her eyes were hooded but her movements were fluid, a small smile flickering on her lips when she felt him shudder underneath her fingers as she applied light pressure to the small of his back.
"It's so sad, it really is. It is so, so sad, but at the same time, you know, what's done is done, so let's crack on." Clare spoke at a speed that Siobhan's brain could barely keep up with, pen tapping against her revision booklet in a bid to get Erin to focus back onto the subject at hand.
Erin's face contorted in offence, staring down the jittery blonde with a frown on her lips. "Oh, I'm sorry, Clare. Has his sudden, tragic death interrupted your studies?"
"It has a bit, actually, yeah." Clare slurped her drink, nodding frantically.
"How can you be so heartless?" Erin whispered, turning her eyes back to the picture.
"Don't cry Erin, he's in a better place now. Unless he's not, you know, unless he's gone to hell." Orla tried her best to comfort her cousin, although the words were having the opposite effect. Siobhan huffed a laugh at Orla's failed attempt.
"Can we please talk about something else? I'm half torn, this is wrecking my head." Michelle complained, rubbing at her temples.
"What?" Erin hissed. "Have you been drinking?"
"Yes, I have."
"She has."
The two girls looked upon the prone figure of Siobhan, who's eyes were now closed.
