Recovery• Magcon fanfic , sequel to Be Alright

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• Maddi POV •

"Wake up!"

I shot up from my spot and I fell on the floor. I heard the familiar sound of Tyler's laugh filling the room. She doesn't laugh at anything so if she does laugh, you know it's funny.

"Where am I?" I groaned. She shrugged, "Uh, who are you?" She asked. "Maddi, who are you?" I said aggravatedly. "No way, I'm also Maddi." She chuckled, "but I'm back from the future to warn you not to go out late and smoke weed and get drunk without your roomate, Tyler. The most beautifulest girl in the world and you should give her all your money, and she may or may not have broken your piggy bank and took all the money anyways." She said.

"I am not drunk anymore." I said glaring at her. She smiled and laughed slightly. It was like a heh heh, then nothing.

"Did you get some last night?" She asked me. "No, but I'm really tired and I don't feel good so can we have this conversation later?" I asked. She shrugged, "alright, but I actually came in to tell you that Mrs. Martin was on her way in five hours. It's kind of messy in here so I thought we'd get a head start to clean." She told me. I nodded and asked her to wake me up in two hours if I'm not awake by then.

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"So what did you do last night to where you have a gigantic hickey on your neck?" Tyler asked. I placed my hand over where she was talking about and I had a small panic attack. "I don't know!" I freaked. She laughed at me, "Just don't let Mrs. Martin see it and you'll be fine." She shrugged. "She's going to kill me and unclaim me." I groaned.

"All I wanted to do was be unstressed not do weed." I said tugging my hair. She laughed at me, "I blame the hair." She stated. I shook my head, I've been like this since sixteen so it's not the new hair. Tyler's only known me really for five years actually like four because I left for a year, but that doesn't count. I mean you can't just stop knowing someone for a year then know them all over again.

"Go shower and I'll clean everything up." She said. I didn't want her to clean up everything by herself, I did need a shower though. "Are you sure?" I questioned. She shrugged, "You look like you're having a hard time."

I thanked her before running out of the kitchen and into the bathroom.

I quickly ran a hot shower, hopefully it would burn off all the Carter off of me and Jack, but mostly Carter.

I didn't even know why I had sex with him. I wanted him as bad as a young teenage girl wants to experience things and get a boyfriend.

I washed everything off and away along with any evidence of Carter or Jack. I really felt so dirty especially after I got all my memory from last night. I was kind of afraid to face anyone. I mean I basically dry humped Jack in front of Jack Johnson and Sadie.

After I got out the shower I walked across the hall to my room with my body draped in the green towel I always used. I dried off and stood in front of my mirror in nothing, but a bra and underwear. I examined my body, just in case something else happened that I forget about.

I remembered that I had gotten a hickey from Jack.

I grabbed some make up, surprised that I'd even had any considering I was once the girl who was sworn to secrecy to never wear make up because it was stupid, but here I stood caking it on my neck.

I had it to where it looked like it belonged there, my birth mark... the one thing I didn't have.

-that and her virginity-

I went over to my dresser drawers and grabbed a loose pair of tan hiker shorts, and a white t shirt that didn't belong to me. It was probably Carter's. Is it bad that I still wore his clothes, the ones I did have.?