Mr. & Mrs. Hunt

Maeve

CAROLINES POV
I heard the doorbell ring as I was sitting downstairs on the couch on my computer. I opened the door and it was Maeve. Her friends older sister must have dropped her off.
"Hi," she chuckled, "I'm a little drunk."
"Maeve!" I said.
"I'm fine," she slurred.
"You are not fine! You smell awful and you're drunk!" I said.
"Is mom home?" She asked.
"Yes!" I said.
"Is she asleep?" She giggled.
"Maeve, listen to me, be quiet and walk upstairs with me," I said. She tried to walk up the stairs and evidentially stumbled. I grabbed her arm as we walked down the hallway. I pushed her into my room and closed the door.
"This isn't my room?" She said.
"Yes good job," I said, "go into my bathroom so mom doesn't hear us in the one in the hall." I followed her into the bathroom and she giggled. Oh my god she was so drunk. I couldn't let my mom see her like this. Ever since she told me she was an alcoholic I've been so worried about her.
"Your soap is cute," Maeve said.
"Get in the shower you smell," I said.
"Ew you're not seeing me like that," she said.
"Yeah obviously, leave your clothes on but you smell and your hair reeks," I said. She got in the shower and she looked at me.
"Are you mad at me?" She asked.
"Yes," I said.
"Why?" She asked.
"Are you going to remember any of this?" I chuckled.
"Probably not so spill," she said.
"Mom was an alcoholic," I said, "that's why I'm so worried of her seeing you." Her eyes widened as I grabbed the shampoo.
"She is?" Maeve slurred, "that's weird."
"Can you stay still?" I asked as I washed her hair for her.
"Is that why mom doesn't drink?" She asked.
"Yeah," I said, "where were you?"
"Jessica's," Maeve said, "she had a few people over."
"How did you get home?" I asked.
"Her older sister drove us home," Maeve said, "I'm not that drunk am I?"
"You're pretty drunk," I chuckled, "turn around." I washed the back of her hair and she looked at her sleeves.
"My clothes are wet," she said.
"Yeah dimwit so are mine," I chuckled.
"How will they get dry?" She asked.
"The dryer in the laundry room Maeve," I said.
"Oh right," she said. I turned the water off and at least she smelt a little better. I changed into pajamas and threw Maeve a pair too.
"Caroline?" Maeve slurred.
"Yeah?" I responded from outside the bathroom.
"Where do I put the wet clothes?" She asked.
"Just leave it on the floor," I said. She opened the door and I grabbed our clothes and put them in the dryer downstairs. I walked back into my room and she was looking through my makeup. I closed the door behind me and sighed.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You have a lot of stuff," she said. I sat down on the bed and looked at her.
"Maeve you know drinking is bad right?" I said.
"You have a cute nose Caroline," she said, "does Brandon like your cute nose?"
"Maeve," I said.
"What?" She complained.
"Answer the question," I said.
"I'm afraid dad's going to die. I didn't mean to get this drunk I promise. But it made me forget that he was dying for a moment," she said. That wasn't the question, but it was an answer.
"Come here," I said and hugged her. She got up and hugged me. She then proceeded to crawl under my covers and I chuckled.
"Maeve," I said.
"Can't I sleep in here?" She asked.
"Fine," I said and laid down next to her.
"Do you think dad is going to be okay?" She asked.
"I hope so," I said.
"He has to be. Mom won't be the same," she said.
"I know," I said.
"Has that always been there?" She asked.
"What?" I said. She could only have so little coherent thoughts.
"The window," she said.
"Yes," I chuckled.
"It's a pretty window," she said.
"Yeah," I said, "it is."
"How's Brandon?" She asked.
"He's good," I said, "we're going out soon."
"Cool," she said, "are you still mad at me?"
"No," I said.
"You're better than me at this. You do everything right. You're like mom now. I don't know how you do it. I couldn't do it," she said.
"I guess I have to," I shrugged.
"What do you think will happen to mom if dad dies?" She asked quietly.
"I don't want to think about that," I said.
"Me either," she said. I looked over at my younger sister and could tell how worried she was about this.
"Hey Maeve?" I asked.
"Yeah?" She said.
"When you feel sad you should come to mom or I. Don't drink," I said.
"I know," she said, "so is this staying between us?"
"Yeah," I said.
"Thanks," she said, "you're the best. And your cute nose." She was still drunk. I chuckled.
"You're funny drunk," I said.
"Does that mean I should do it more often?" She said.
"No it does not," I said.
"Can I tell you something?" She asked.
"Sure," I said.
"I'm hungry," she said. I chuckled as I sat up.
"I'll get pretzels but you have to stay here you can't leave," I chuckled.
"Okay," she said. I opened my door and walked down the hallway. As I started walking my mom opened her door.
"Hey," I said.
"Hey," she said, "is Maeve home yet?"
"Yeah, she got home a while ago, she's asleep," I said.
"Okay," she said, "that's good."
"Yeah," I said.
"Guess what else?" She said.
"What?" I asked.
"Your father woke up," she smiled as I hugged her.