Always Remember (Wesley Stromberg)

Chapter 4 'Grounded?'

Laney's POV

I woke up snuggling to someone's chest. I fluttered my eyes open to see a sleeping Keaton that my arms were around. The memories of last night suddenly came back.

I decided to get up before it was awkward for Keaton. I went to the bathroom, but someone was in there. I patiently waited until I saw Drew come out in only his boxers. I blushed looking away.

"Sorry! I didn't know you were still here," he hurried away embarrassed. I quickly shut the bathroom door and did my business. When I walked back out Drew was at the table, fully clothed, drinking a protein shake.

I took the seat next to him and watched him slowly studying his every move. He chuckled at me and held his cup out as to offer me a drink.

"Is it good?" I asked deciding if I wanted a sip or not.

"I think so," he laughed sliding it to me. I slowly took a tiny sip and made a sour face.

"How do you drink this on a regular basis?" I spit trying to get the taste out of my mouth.

We talked for a bit until I decided I should probably go.

"Could you maybe give me a ride?" I asked Drew.

"Yeah of course, let's hurry out of here before these idiots wake up," he said causing me to laugh.

We walked out to his truck and he drove to my house. I gave him the best directions I could remember and we managed to get there.

It was already too late, I knew my mom would be up. My dad would probably be up too, considering it's Saturday and he doesn't have work.

"Thanks," I sighed opening the door to his truck hopping out. I grabbed my purse from the ground and shut the door.

"You're welcome, see you around," he waved through the window as I jogged up to my door. I walked in because the door was unlocked, and no one was in the living room. I tried to hurry upstairs but my foot creaked and I panicked.

"Laney." my dad ordered.

"Yeah?" I uneasily choked out.

"Here. Now." He demanded. I trudged back down the stairs and walked to the kitchen where he was standing.

"Yeah Dad," I sighed, already knowing I was grounded.

"Where were you last night? And more importantly why didn't you come home?" He said in a stern voice, looking me straight in the eyes. I felt like his eyes were staring right into me, telling I was going to lie.

"I was at a friends house, I promise I didn't do anything, I was just going to stay for dinner, but I fell asleep during a movie and when I woke up it was 3 o'clock so-" I rambled until he cut me off.

"Were they boys?" He asked calmly.

"Yes," I looked down embarrassed thinking of what's going through his head. "But dad I'm not Sammy, you know I wouldn't do anything you wouldn't approve of."

"No buts-"

"I already know. Grounded. Thanks," I sassed stomping off.

"Don't talk to me like that," he yelled.

"Why? Because I'm always treated like a little kid when in reality I'm 18. I'm not a little girl anymore Dad! I can make my own choices and I'm old enough to know the consequences of them. You really think I'm going to go get knocked up by some random guy when I met him two days ago? Thanks. It means a lot that you think so low of me." I was so pissed right now. I've never blown up on either of my parents before, but I was sick of being treated like a baby.