Our Story So Far

Chapter 21

"Rough night?" Drake snickered as I walked into the living room area of the suite we all shared. Catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I realized that he was poking fun at my disheveled appearance. However, my head was pounding so the only thing I managed to say was "Fuck you".

"Woah, what's up your butt?" Will snorted, flopping down on the couch next to my twin.

"Wesley Helders."I nearly choked on my own breath as I flipped around to glare at Luke. Will and Drake, on the other hand, looked absolutely shocked. The images of last night came flashing back in pieces, and I automatically slapped a hand across my face: Oh dear God, why. Of course one of my brothers saw what happened.

"Ha-ha, real clever." I rolled my eyes as Luke pretended to pat himself on the back. "But for your information, nothing like that happened between Wes and me."

"So you're saying nothing happened between you two?" Will asked, slightly relieved. Instantly, I felt the guilt creep up from my stomach.

"Well... nothing bad. So, in other words I didn't have anything up might butt last night, thank you." Once again, I glowered at my brother. "But I did have my tongue down Wesley Helders' throat for a good five minutes or so. Anyway, have you guys seen my phone charger?"

"Oh hell no, don't go and try to change the subject." Drake sprang up from the couch to keep me from escaping the room.

"Yeah, sit your ass down and explain. Now." Luke nudged me and I sat down on one of the chairs.

"Seriously, it was no big deal. Wes was just helping me... make Roman jealous." I winced at my own words as the memories came back. Roman.

"Oh my God, you're joking." Drake was making a face that hinted he was on the verge of hysterical laughter. I sent him a warning glare not to push me.

"Yeah, I know it was stupid. But when I saw him with that girl... ugh. I got jealous." The last few words I kind of just threw in at the end. I definitely wasn't proud of my behavior last night.

"Well, I don't think he's going to admit it, but I think it worked." Will nodded, kicking back on the couch with a bottle of water in hand. I eyed it longingly, and I watched as he rolled his eyes and lobbed it at me. It was a miracle that I even caught it, given my current state of sobriety. The entire bottle was downed in a matter of seconds, and I placed it on the table next to me.

"Yeah, you looked pretty bad last night and he ended up taking you home. He stole the car; the rest of us had to catch a cab back." Drake said. I ran my hands over my face, embarrassed. I apparently ruined everyone's night.

"Ugh, I'm sorry." I groaned. 

"It's cool, don't worry about it. We got to see a lot more of the city, we walked around a but, Christian almost picked up a prostitute..." Luke said casually.

"What?!" I laughed in disbelief.

"Yeah, the night really would have gone downhill if we hadn't run away." Will agreed.

"I just don't see how it happened in the first place. I mean, she wasn't even wearing a shirt." Drake muttered, still in disbelief as to how Christian could ever be that foolish.

"Well it seems like you guys had a pretty eventful night as well." laughter bubbled up from my throat. I could just imagine Christian approaching the woman in the leopard corset on the street to ask for directions. I immediately regretted the laughter, though because my head was pounding like mad. Grumbling out loud, I reached for the bottle of Advil that was located on the coffee table. After tossing back the medicine, my eyes drifted over to my glowing cell phone which had illuminated with a message. It was a text message from Wesley; he must have added himself to my contacts last night.