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Chapter 6..
"Fuck...." I groaned as the sunlight beamed through my curtains - with my luck - shinning exactly on my eyes. I let out another groan of pain as I placed my arm over my eyes.
I looked around and I was still in my dress. 'Someone didn't get lucky' I thought dryly. Dryly.. I licked my lips and my mouth felt like a desert.
Before leaving my room, I slipped out of my dress and quickly put on an oversized hoodie that feel just below my ass. Letting small bits of my black laced underwear show.
On my way down, I remembered that I couldn't find Tiffany anywhere last night. I might as well check the guest bedroom, it's not like she slept there every time she came over. We'd normally share my bed or the couch. She just used it when we were having a party and she wanted 'some alone time' with a guy.
I gently turned the door handle, opening the door just a little - listening to see if I had woken anyone up. The silence that escaped the room meant no, so I continued until the door was completely open.
"So I'm guessing every guy must've fallen off the face off the earth somehow." I said smugly, as both Tiffany and Taylor shot up straight, both regretting the move almost instantly. Placing her hand over her eyes, Tiffany groaned while remembering the comment she made last night - and replying to my statement with, "How drunk was I..?"
Taylor smirked and said, "Drunk enough baby." Placing his arm around her. She climbed out of bed and stumbled to the stairs. Thank the pope they were dressed.
Tiffany made her way to the stairs in Taylors black button up shirt, and her hair in a mess - which made her look very sexy. Taylor was obviously shirtless and his six pack was now the focal point in my vision as he stood up from the bed. His jeans were open at the zip and hung low enough on his hips to show the lining of his bad boy boxers.
He slowly moved passed me as whispered, "Nothing happened, she passed out on the couch and I carried her upstairs." He said, the smell of alcohol on his breath made me want to puke. "I just wanted to make sure she was okay, so I lay on the bed next to her just in case she woke up, guess I must have fallen asleep." He smirked. "What about the shirt?" I said gesturing towards Tiffany. "She had spilt drink on her dress last night." He confirmed, blushing slightly.
He loved pissing her off for fun. Tiffany was doing her best to make her way down the stairs, when Taylor came up from behind her - picking her up slowly and cradling her in his arms, she snuggled comfortably into his warm chest.
He carried her all the way to the kitchen and placed her on the kitchen counter, and turning on the kettle. I entered the room and watched as Tiffany placed her head on the cupboard and dozed off. "You like her." I said, smirking. "Ever since I first laid eyes on her," he started while taking cups out of the cupboard. "She's beautiful." He said nodding his head in her direction, and I couldn't help but chuckle, as the face that now look as if it hadn't slept for 48hours, with last night's make-up smudged around the eyes didn't resemble beauty.
I winced as I heard Taylor place the coffee mug on the black granite counter. "Ouch.." I mumbled placing my hand on my head. "Sorry." He mouthed, remembering that myself and Tiffany had a hangover. He didn't because he spent the night with Tiffany in the room.
Tiffany arose from her sleep as the fresh smell of coffee filled the room. "hmmmm.." she let out a groan of happiness. "For you my Princess," Taylor said handing her the cup of coffee. She took a while to adjust to the light of the room. "Thanks," she slurred out taking a sip.
"Thanks Tiger." I said taking my cup and pressing it to my lips. "I'm gonna head up to go shower" I said as I left the room.
When I walked into my room, I placed the coffee down on my dressing table and took off my hoodie. I grabbed the cup of coffee in my hands again, as it was the only thing keeping me from vomiting. "hmmm.." I let out a hum as the coffee slid down my throat.
I turned the shower on and steam soon filled my bathroom. I got undressed and climbed into the shower, allowing the warm water to trickle down my skin as I turned around.
I dried off with a towel and quickly ran the towel through my hair. I got dressed and put on a pair of light blue skinny jeans and a grey jersey that fit tightly on my body. I slipped on silver pumps and began making my bed. I placed the empty coffee cup on the dresser, and took the hairdryer in hand.
After I'd dried and straightened my hair, I got up and picked up the coffee mug again - ready to take it back to the kitchen.
Something caught my attention in the corner of my eye. A little pink box.
The same little pink box Kamron tried to give my last night. Placing the coffee cup next to it, I wondered how it got here?
I came in last night, before I slept I leaned against the bedside table, which means I would've knocked the box off onto the floor. If it wasn't here last night, then how did it..?
"Jen!" I heard Jen call out, followed by a wince of pain - I'm guessing she remembered about the hangover then. I smiled slightly at her forgetfulness. "Yeah Tiff?" I said, waiting for a response. This time she waited until she was in my room before saying anything, "Did I sleep with Taylor?" she asked looking innocent and hurt. Why did it bother her so much? She's slept with other guys before.
"No, why?" I asked concerned. She looked relieved and said "I just wanted the first time with him to be special.." her voice broke towards the end of her sentence. She really cared for him, but struggled admitting it. "It's alright, he said he found to passed out on the couch so he brought you upstairs. He stayed just in case you woke up." She smiled sheepishly and looked down for a few seconds before grabbing his shirt between her thumb and index finger, pulling it away from her body slightly, "and this?" she muttered. "He said you spilt drink on your dress, no big deal." I replied and her face went a bright red.
"Go shower, and then we'll start cleaning the house up." She groaned as she slowly was stepping off the bed, unbuttoning the shirt she asked, "Could you please take this to him?" "Sure," I said, taking it from her grasp.
I found him in the guestroom, he'd just gotten out the shower and was busy tidying up around the room. "Hey, you're not Taylor Launter," I said cockily "you don't get paid to not wear a shirt, put this on before you poke someone's eye out." I said childishly covering my eyes and turning around. I heard him giggle and he said, "You can open them!" and as soon as I opened my eyes, he yelled "Surprise!" and gave a flat square shaped box.
"Thank you so much," I said as I held up the new Maroon 5 CD. He smiled and gave me a bear hug, "Happy Birthday Jelly." I haven't heard that nick name in so long, I smiled and a warm feeling crept up inside of me.
"Didn't think I'd forget, did you?" Tiffany came creeping around the corner in her towel. She walked forward and hugged me softly as we were both in pain. She kissed my cheek as said, "Happy Birthday sis". I smiled as took the long rectangular box from her grasp. I opened it and placed the lid on the bed. It was a thin silver chain, with a silver coin hanging from it. "For good luck," she smirked and I couldn't help but giggle. "Thank you so much Tiff," I hugged her again, "It's perfect!"
After putting on the necklace and taking every ones mugs downstairs back to the kitchen, I looked at the living room and left out a long sigh.
This was going to be rough. I put the Maroon 5 CD into the stereo and pushed play. Time to get to work.
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The house looked cleaner than it did before the party and the trash cans outside were filled to the brim with empty beer and alcohol bottles. Thank goodness the garbage truck was coming today, my parents are getting home tomorrow and if they found out.. Boy would we be in trouble.
"Bye, see you Monday!" I shouted after Taylor and Tiffany as they drove out the driveway. Taylor honked his horn and waved goodbye, Tiffany waving next to him.
I turned around and headed back into the house. Closing the door behind me I checked the time on the clock that was hung on the wall in the kitchen. 7pm. Now what?
I made my way to the CD player and took out the Maroon 5 CD, exchanging it with Bon Iver. That man always knew how to set a chilled vibe. I fell down on the long couch next to the coffee table about 5 steps away from the stereo slowly letting the darkness consume me.
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