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chapter four.

TEENAGE NIGHTMARE
CHAPTER FOUR — PART ONE.
THE BULLSHIT BOY AND THE GOOD GIRL.

        Nearly twenty minutes later, Franny woke up to the sound of a door creaking and a sliver of light interrupting her drunken slumber. She lifted her head from the pillow, squinting at the tall figure that appeared in the doorway. Unable to make out any features, she let her head fall back to the pillow with a tired huff.

" Occupied. " Her voice was muffled as she turned her head to look over and see that, while the bed was a mess of covers strewn every which way, Billy was no longer there; she absentmindedly wondered how long she had been asleep.

" Franny? " The person called, and she knew he sounded somewhat familiar; the aforementioned girl sat up, turning her head towards the door. He walked further inside, but instantly turned away with a sound of surprise as he shielded his eyes. " God— shit, Franny, you're naked. "

Her eyes instantly shot down to see the covers in her lap, her torso bare as the voice had said. Her face immediately heated up and she stood with the comforter covering her body as she stumbled slightly at the sudden movement. When her eyes adjusted, she noticed the shaggy brown hair and the slumped stature of the figure before her.

" Byers? " She asked, holding the blanket tight to her body as he stepped inside, closing the door and dropping his arm from his eyes, looking to her with a worried look. " The hell are you doing here? "

" You were supposed to be with Will and his friends, they told me you left them to come here. " Jonathan stated, still a bit distraught at having seen Franny topless. " What happened to you? "

Franny's head was throbbing, and the music blaring downstairs seemed to echo even louder in her ears as she looked to Jonathan with droopy eyes as she mumbled an apology, " Sorry, Byers. "

Jonathan opened his mouth, but Franny didn't wait to hear whatever he was going to say. Instead, she gave him a blank look and glanced around the room to find any of her missing clothes. She locked eyes with him and gestured around, " Can you. . uh, I don't know where my clothes are. "

" You want me to—um, okay, " He said, scratching the back of his neck before walking across the room; Franny felt her face burning, especially when Jonathan came back to her with an embarrassed look on his face and a sadly small pile in his arms. She felt like laughing, oddly enough, and that's how she subconsciously knew that she was not okay and that she would definitely regret everything she didn't remember in a few hours. She still took the undergarments from Jonathan, using her finger in a twirling motion to ask him to turn around.