Ice

Chapter Seven

I walked downstaires, rubbing my throbbing head. When i reached the bottom of the steps, I was met with a disturbing sight. An almost naked Micky was sleeping soundly on my dining room table. As i pass him and walk further into my living room, I notice four guys in various places, doing various things. Chayse is sitting ina corner with his knees to his chest, cradling his head. Erick is sprawled over a living room chair, snoring loudly, and Nicky and Wes are staring intently at my celing, Nicky on the sofa and Wes on the carpet.

Wes notices me first.

"Morning Alysson!" he says, causing Nicky to look at me and give me a slight head nod.

"Just Al," I respond just as Chayse hisses something incoherent at us.

"What?" I question.

"I said shut up," he says, looking up only to glare at me. I put my hands up in a surrendering gesture and head to the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. Jesse is sitting in the kitchen with a box of poptarts next to him.

"Morning Snowflake. Still wanna do body shots?" Jesse winks. I groan.

"Did I really say that?" I ask, wrinkling my nose. He nods.

"Gosh, that's embarrassing," I mumble, then I hear him chuckle as he shoves another poptart into his mouth.

I hear thundering footsteps coming down the stairs as I put a filter into the coffee maker. Oh, Rey is awake, I immediately think. I waltz back into the living room just in time to see her plop down onto Erick's lap and smack her hand onto his face.

"Hey!" he shouts, to which he's met with a groan from Chayse, and and from Rey, he hears, "If you don't shut up, I'll staple your nipples to your kneecaps." Erick rolls his eyes.

"You are sitting on me," he mutters.

"Well, you should have thought about that before you fell asleep in my chair," she retorts. I smile faintly and silently shake my head. I walk back into the kitchen to grab some acetaminophen and water for Chayse, Rey, and I. When I bring in the water and bottle of pills, I see a miserable looking Red curled up in thr corner of my couch, moaning softly. Nicky looks at her, corncerned, then leans down to whisper something in her ear. She shakes her head slowly.

Poor Red, I think. She probably had more to drink that any of us last night. Just as I think this, she bolts up from her position, eyes wide, and rushes to the bathroom. Nicky jumps up and follows her, to hold her hair back, because I assume she is going to throw up.

I hand the two tablets of acetaminophen to Chayse and Set his water down next to him. He swallows the pills dry and gulps the water down in seconds. Rey has fallen back asleep and she would slit my throat if I woke her up, so I just set her water and pills down so she can get them when she wakes up.

I look up just in time to see Nicky carrying Red back from the bathroom. Her eyes are closed, and her face scrunched up in agony. I raise an eyebrow to question why he's carrying her.

"She wasn't getting up! She just laid her head on the toilet seat, and I couldn't just leave her there, so I had to pick her up," he whisper-yells from across the room. "By the way, where do you keep your blankets?"

"Front closet," I respond, pointing to my foyer. Nicky leaves the room and comes back seconds later with a crimson blanket in his hand. He sets Red down, the lays the blanket over her.

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A few hours later, after we had all awoken and we were slightly less hungover, we decided a day in was in order. That is, until Red's mom knocked on the door.