Bad Boy and the Badass

(7) FORK YOU COLE SPROUSE

I've never had a hangover before, but if it feels like someone hit you in the head with a hammer a dozen times, than that might be half the headache I'm feeling right now. I wake up in my own bed, well the guest bedroom bed I suppose, but Grey Estate has been more of a home than I've ever known.

"Well look who's up, finally." London pokes fun, sauntering in with a trey of tea and biscuits. He follows my gaze and a small grin creeps up on his lips. "Mom said I should bring you something for when you finally get up." He says, referring to the trey. He rests it on the nightstand next to me and starts to walk out.

"Hey, when you said finally, what time is it?" I ask.

"3 years in the future, the world has been taken over by space pirates and I have a metal arm." I shoot him a glare. "It's 12:16 on Friday, yesterday was the party. Mom said it would be fine if I stayed in and took care of you just for today." He explained, sitting on the foot of the bed. "Also I wanted an excuse not to go to school. So do you need anything, or want to go anywhere?"

"I think I'm actually going to follow doctor's orders for today. So, maybe just a little sugar for the tea please manservant!" I command, hoisting a finger in the air.

"Yeah yeah, don't let it go to your head."

"I won't, I promise. NOW WHERE'S MY SUGAR!" I scream, followed by very harsh coughing.

"Yeah, that's spelled K-A-R-M-A and it's pronounced haha, fuck you." London states before walking out of the room. I scowl behind him and reach for the remote next to the trey on the nightstand. I lean over and I almost reach the remote, instead my finger slips it off the nightstand and it collapses on the floor. I groan and fall back on the bed. "Not moving from bed is hard isn't it?"

"Maybe but I can still move my finger," I mutter and shoot him a bird. He scowls at me and tosses a small sugar packet at my face. I wrinkle my nose at him and he turns away. "Wait wait wait, I'm sorry. Um, what happened last night? I don't remember much." London sighs and walks over to the other side of the bed and swings both feet over, shifting the bed and sending me into another coughing fit.

    "Sorry. Well for starters, you lied to an entire crowd of people and said Markus Antonio is hotter than me. Which is clearly impossible, I mean look at me." He spreads his arms and flexes. He's not wrong you know. Yeah but it'll just go to his head. "You kissed Mark, then got sick, threw up in a toilet, semi-passed out and then almost got raped by Henry Redmond. But then yours truly stepped in before anything serious happened and dumped you here where you slept for about 14 hours." London sums up. I nod and pull the blanket over my head.

    "Never let me go to a party with a concussion again."

    "Wait you had a concussion? And you didn't tell me?!"

    "Didn't I? I mean I guess I meant to at some... Point. Okay look I forgot and I wanted to see what a party was like and I knew you wouldn't let me go if I told you!" I remind.

     "That was irresponsible, and something really bad almost happened to you, you get that right? So now, you're on bed rest for the whole day, now excuses."

"I'm my own person, you can't control me!" I demand, moving my leg to get out of the bed. I make it about an inch before London flips over and straddles me on the bed, poking a finger at my chest.

"You are not going anywhere. I am going to the bathroom, and then to the store to get some board and card games. You know, stuff you and I can do that don't involve you moving," London says pointedly. He rolls off the bed and stands up, brushing himself off. "I'll be back. Don't. Move." He leaves the oom and I wait till I hear the front door close before flinging one leg off the bed, then the other, then slowly standing up, with the support of one hand on the bed and the other on the nightstand. When I think I can stand I let go of other hands and take one step at a time. I make my way to the kitchen, where I see Elaine making a sandwich.