Static /// Colby Brock

Use somebody (pt. 2)

Sabrina's POV

It was around 9 AM on a Tuesday morning and I was half-asleep at the John Kennedy Airport, waiting for a group of insane LA girls I hadn't seen in nearly a year. No matter the size of the excitement in my chest, sleep was still threatening to take over even though I was standing upright, leaning against a wall. The brightness of my phone screen was way down so it wouldn't blind me. I got so carried away with the book I had downloaded that I didn't notice the many pairs of footsteps approaching me, quickly. By the time I had taken note of the sound I was already wrapped up in a few pairs of arms and had several bodies pressed up against me.

- SAB!! - I'd recognize that voice anywhere. The childish, playful ring it had and the pure joy it carried. That was Erin. 

- I'm so glad to finally see you! - Another voice, which I also found familiar said. That was Rina. 

- Girls!! - I managed to free my arms so I could hug them back. - Oh how I missed you!

- We missed you too, Sab - Denise said, being the big sister of the group.

- Screw you!!! What the hell have you packed?! - I heard a yell come from about 20 feet on my right. 

Once I managed to see through the wall of Erin and Rina's hair, I caught sight of Lorna and Leila dragging more bags than appropriate or acceptable. 

- Ha! You're weak! - Erin giggled mischievously 

- Did you approve of this? - I turned to Denise while pointing to the two girls carrying double their weight.

- A bet's a bet. They should stop being sore losers! - she said he latter statement a bit louder so Lorna and Leila could hear her.

I smiled and rolled my eyes playfully. I walked over to help them and picked up two bags from each of them.

- Oh, now I'm even happier to see you - Lorna said and shifted the remaining bags into her left hand so she could hug me.

- Believe me, I could buy you breakfast - Leila hugged me too.

I smiled - Today's breakfast is on me. You're on my territory after all.

After safely escorting them out of airport and through 20 minutes of travelling to Brooklyn and the extra 10 minutes to my house, it's safe to say I was exhausted. And if my five kids weren't enough, the heat definitely kicked my ass pretty close to the nap point. Seeing how I had guests bringing more noise to my house than there ever was, a nap was out of the question. I gave them all rooms, two of us in each. Erin and Denise in one, Leila and Rina in the one further down the hall and Lorna and me in my room, just like back in the dormitory. We had breakfast in a cafe about three blocks away. I took them to DUMBO so they could take the famous picture of the Brooklyn bridge from below.

The entire day was basically them taking pictures and drooling over the beauty around them and me parenting them and making sure they wouldn't get hit by a car. All in all, I was having fun and no doubt that so were they. It was a feeling I hadn't felt in a while. Joy. That's the only way to explain it simply enough without having to bust out some psychology textbook. 

By 8 PM, we had already had 3 meals and 2 rounds of shots and we were just getting started. It all went in a certain order: continue drinking and have a bunch of snacks after we were satisfied with the level of alcohol in our system. Thank God for the fake IDs I got back in LA. 

Unlike them, I felt responsible for all of us and our well-being, therefore, I remained sober. OK, maybe a little tipsy. Don't judge me, the atmosphere can get you carried away weather you like it or not.