Addy woke up the next morning in her own bed, her hangover not doing so well. Her forehead felt sticky and she was confused, until she rolled over and saw a little note on her nightstand. She picked it up and looked at the terrible handwriting, already knowing who it was from.
"you fell asleep at my place, brought you home. almost got killed by your parents but they didn't see me. call if you need anything -michael"
Addy sat up slowly, her headache rushing back whenever she moved. She folded the note and placed it in her drawer next to her bed and stood up, trying to remember everything that happened the night before. It was all a massive blur; all she remembered was that she went to a party and Michael took her home. Then memories of the conversation they'd had the night before came flooding back.
"Oh god," Addy whispered to herself, resting her head in her hands. She sighed loudly and rubbed her face, still trying to take everything in. She was in potential danger, not just with Luke but with the police. If they knew she knew about any of it, Addy could face some pretty heavy consequences and she knew it.
Standing up and letting her huge tee shirt fall down to her mid thigh Addy yawned, walking toward the door of her bedroom and out into the hall. No one appeared to be home besides her, and there was another note on the countertop from her parents that said they'd be gone for most of the morning. She picked it up and threw it away, pulling out her phone and unlocking it. 2 missed calls from Calum and about one thousand texts. Figures.
Addy decided to call Calum, pressing the phone to her ear. It was about ten in the morning so she assumed he'd be up by now, even if he did have the worst hangover ever.
"Hello?" Calum answered groggily, obviously having just woken up.
"Hey Cal," Addy said into the phone, a small smile on her lips. She felt a little bad about leaving him at the party the night before with no safe ride home but she knew he'd be responsible.
"Addy? Oh, hey," he said, stretching as he rolled over in his bed. "Thanks for bringing me home last night."
"Um," she stuttered, surprised to hear he was at his own house. "To be honest Calum, I didn't bring you home last night. I don't even know who did. Someone brought me home because I assumed you'd crash at the party. I left my car there for you to drive home this morning." Addy trailed off, hoping she wouldn't have to go and get her car from the person's house. She assumed Calum would spend the night at the party and drive himself home the next morning since he knew the hosts so well.
"What?" Calum asked, suddenly sounding more awake than before. "Who brought you home?" Addy bit down on her bottom lip, trying to remember who else was there.
"Uhm," she stuttered, not exactly wanting to admit that the guy who was a total asshat to her also brought her home. "You know, I actually don't remember? It was some girl who wasn't drinking." She closed her eyes tightly, holding her breath and hoping he'd believe it.
"You can tell me it was Clifford," Calum laughed, and Addy breathed out slowly, some sort of sigh of relief or something. "I don't really care if you're dating him again or whatever. Like you said, I can't protect you forever."
Addy was silent for a few seconds, wondering how in the world things could've changed so fast between Michael and Calum. Maybe Michael talked to Calum? Addy hoped he hadn't.
"Yeah," she stuttered out after a second, spinning around in a circle on the kitchen tiles. "Yeah, it was Michael." She laughed a little bit and she could hear his smile on the other end. She knew he must have had a good night the night before in order to be so fine with everything.
"I wonder who brought me home," he started, and Addy wondered too. No one else they knew all that well was at the party.
"Yeah, me too," Addy said. "Sorry for not staying. I was having a kind of shitty night."
"I know," Calum admitted. "It's fine. But seriously, Addy, the point of going out last night was to forget about Clifford, not end up in his bed." Addy covered her mouth with her hand, stifling a laugh.
"I didn't end up in his bed! Just, um, on it," she said quickly, realizing maybe she shouldn't have phrased it that way. She could almost see Calum's stupid little smirk on the other end.
"On it? Oh my god, you guys didn't even wait to get under the sheets or anything? Feisty," he giggled, teasing just to piss Addy off.
"Shut up Calum," she giggled, embarrassed. "We didn't even have sex."
"No sex?" Calum groaned, rolling his eyes. "What's the point of going out with him if you don't even do it once or twice? You're weird."
They talked for a few more minutes, Addy finding out that her car was actually parked in her driveway. That meant that whoever brought him home must've known he was with Addy, and that she'd gone home with someone else. Luke, maybe? She hadn't seen him there, though.
Addy hung up the phone and walked back toward her bedroom, feeling desperately like she needed to clear her head. There was just so much going on; so many new things to take in and so much to think about. Why couldn't she have just kept her distance from Michael in the first place? She wouldn't be in this trouble if she had. But then again, Michael was someone she'd come to trust with a lot.
Opening her bedroom window so she could fit out, Addy crawled carefully onto the ledge she'd known all too well. Normally she'd call Luke out to sit with her and watch the city wake up but today she just wasn't feeling it - Luke was practically a stranger now.
Speak of the Devil, though, as Luke's window was heaved open only a couple minutes later. On the other side he stood, looking as innocent yet as cunning as Addy had somehow remembered.
"What's up?" he started, not even offering a good morning. She tried her hardest to act normal, knowing that the slightest thing could give away the fact that she knew.
"Tired," she sighed with a half smile, pulling one leg up and hugging it against her chest. She watched as Luke crawled out onto his ledge too, closing his window almost all the way behind him like he'd done a hundred times before. Nothing about the situation was really any different, but it felt like a whole new experience to Addy.
"Party a little too hard last night?" Luke teased, swinging his legs back and forth over the ledge. He bit his bottom lip to stop him from giggling - he knew how Addy got when she was drunk.
"Stop," she whined, laughing. "Yeah, I got pretty drunk last night. That's something I haven't done in a while."
"Have you kissed someone like that in a while either?" Luke asked, raising his eyebrows and laughing again. Addy tilted her head to the side, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.
"What?"
"You don't remember?" Luke asked loudly, leaning forward with his eyes wide.
"You were at the party?" She asked, leaning forward to match him.
"You seriously don't remember what happened?" Addy shook her head no, getting a little nervous. She'd probably done something really horrible and didn't even know about it.
"Oh my god," Luke laughed. "I was really drunk and I still remember you kissing me."
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reckless | mgc
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