Framing Our Forever

Chapter 46 - She Could Become Quite the Little Brat

God, I'm going to be so hungover tomorrow. It's so cool since I can totally rock the hangover look.

Clarissa and I got home around one in the morning. Don't worry, our folks know where we were. They actually bought us the passes. The only thing we had to make sure of was no drugs and no failing grades. They didn't care if we got drunk, we are teenagers after all. At least they know about and we're not doing it behind their backs.

But we did have to be quiet when we got home because Miranda promised us she wouldn't wait up for us and besides Ellie was sleeping. She could become quite a little brat when she's woken up in the middle of the night. It's like me when I realize that my shows didn't record due to a college basketball game or something. So annoying!

I immediately passed out on my bed. I still had my heels on. My sheets were going to be covered in mascara and lipstick.

Who the fuck is ringing my doorbell at 3:14 in the morning?

I walked down the stairs with my dad and Miranda. My dad opened the door and it revealed Matt who looked like complete shit.

"What are you doing here, Matt?" My dad asked, confused.

"Well, Scott and I were still at the club after the girls left and I ended up leaving because I have a huge bio test tomorrow and I wanted to get some rest. Scott and Alex are probably still there, but anyways, I got home and my mom was still up and she was pretty drunk and maybe even a little high, but she kicked me out saying she was tired of all of my crap. She knew about the club thing, I swear. But she literally kicked me out and I stayed outside the house for almost an hour begging for her to let me back in but she eventually turned off the lights and went to bed. I didn't know anywhere else to go," he said.

"Oh my god," I said and hugged him. "Daddy, can't he just stay here until he figures something out?"

"I-I don't," my dad started to say but Miranda interrupted him.

"Emmett, we can't just leave the poor kid homeless," she said.

"Alright. Just for now though okay? I'll call your mother tomorrow morning," he said and Matt thanked him.

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"I'm sorry about your mom," I said as Matt and I lied together.

"It's fine. You know, she's probably just stressed out about work or something," he replied shrugging.

It was seven in the morning and we needed to start getting ready for school. Ugh, school.

"Well, you're welcome here always," I said and got up.

"You look cute hungover," Matt said smiling.

"And you look cute with your shirt not on."