On the Low (+ Surprise Sneakpeek of Upcoming Story!!!)

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(Third Person POV)

Huey is in the bathroom, holding Jazmine's hair up while she blows chunks in the toilet. Thank God, Granddad's a deep sleeper and can't hear her.

Cindy and Riley lie together in his bed. He runs his fingers through her hair while holding her.

"Riley, please stop playin' with me," Cindy says. "Things are gettin' serious. What if Ed and Rummy had taken me away?"
He pecks her forehead. "I know, bae. Imma do better."
She looks up at him and presses her lips against his. "Thanks for savin' me tonight."

Huey contemplates carrying Jazmine back home. Her parents can deal with their little hot mess tonight...but that would just be wrong.

I don't want to get her in trouble, he thinks.

When she's done vomiting, he takes her down to the living room. Cindy and Riley are probably going at it again.

They lie on the couch together. Jazmine nuzzles up on his chest, barely coherent.

"I'm-mever shrinking again," she slurs.

He sighs, They all say that.

"Yeah, I believe you," he says. He rests his hand on her head. "Just go to sleep."
"I hate you," she murmurs.
"Love you too."

Within minutes, she's in a deep sleep, even softly snoring. He drifts off as well.

...

(Jazmine's POV)

The banging in my head forces me awake. Nausea sloshes around in my gut. I shoot up out of my sleep, hand over my mouth to slow my retching. Thank God, there's a trash can next to me. I release into it.

When I'm done, I'm dumbfounded. I scope out the room. This is...Huey's living room? I looked down at my clothes. I'm still in the same dress from last night.

The air is filled with the aroma of eggs and bacon. I look behind me. That's exactly what's cooking on the stove right now.

Huey appears out of the hallway bathroom with a bottle of pills. He sits them next to me on the coffee table. Then, he goes to the kitchen and pours me a glass of water.

I take the painkillers and manage to pull myself up from the couch. Huey starts grabbing plates from the cabinets.

"Ohmigod," I croak. "I gotta get back home."
"Yeah," he says. "Your parents were calling you all night."

I throw my head in my hands. No, no, no, no, no. They'll kill me.

I grab my phone. 10 missed calls. 20 texts.

I go to the group chat my parents set up for us:

Me: Hey guys I'm really sorry I spent the night at a friends
Mom: Not cool Jazmine 😒
Dad: Come home immediately so we can talk about this.
Me: ...OK...

I get up and go to the bathroom. I get a quick shower in and brush my teeth. Huey give me his hoodie and a pair of underwear to wear. Then, we eat breakfast.

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