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I swear, my brain doesn't like living inside my skull anymore because it's literally trying to pound it's way out of there. I sit up straight and make sure to do it as slowly as possible because my brain feels like jelly.
I don't know how I'll fucking make it. I glance at Luna and Anna sprawled out on the bed on either side of me. I'm honestly surprised we all fit. But then again, Adrian is rich as fuck and his beds are like three times the size of a twin sized bed.
"Good morning, Blake..." Anna mumbles in her sleep. "I loved last night."
My eyes widen and I scramble out of the bed as Anna extends her arm over and places it over a nonexistent Blake. "Blake, when did you get so flat?" She feels around the empty space and chuckles. "No matter, I'll love you no matter how flat you are. Although your juicy ass was a plus in this relationship."
Too much information.
My mind tries to wander back to last night, but my memories fail me. What I do remember, is what happened at the hospital. Guilt comes crashing down on me like a tsunami, and I run a hand through my hair. "Fuck."
"Bailey, you're up," Luna grumbles. "For a second I thought Anna was Dylan and almost kissed her. Oops. How's your hangover?"
"My what?"
"Well, you did drink five bottles of Vodka and smoked at least three cigarettes. You should have seen how you threw up. Girl, that was impressive."
"I drank what now?" I don't know if it's the headache or the fact that I know I'd never drink, but something just doesn't sit right with her statement.
"Five bottles of Vodka. I mean, more than half of the shit had spilled all over the floor. You are so lucky that you didn't light the mansion on fire. Three cigarettes. If you don't remember, you can go downstairs. The cleaners haven't arrived yet, so the living room still reeks of your beer puke."
"And you guys let me do it?!" I shout, but then my brain pounds harder against my skull and I nearly faint.
"There's no such thing as 'let you do it'. You threatened to turn us into vampires," Luna chuckles. "But I'm sorry you felt like you wanted to drink. You know Adrian's sorry for yelling at you right? And what happened yesterday wasn-"
"I need to go see him."
"We can't go now... he's under 24 hour observation or some shit. We can go around nine-thirty. Until then... no boys. We'll be partying," She winks, and I smile. That's just what I needed. "But we can't party here because you threw up all over the living room."
I smile sheepishly, still a little ashamed that I drank. Fuck, I'm losing my shit. Well, at least we'll be having fun today.
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I leap into the air, my feet tucking backward. "This was an amazing idea! Where did you get it?!" We rented out a trampoline park to ourselves. I don't know how Anna did it, but they gave it to us for a full five hours.
"Blake asked me out here!" She shouts back, doing a backflip. Holy fuck, this feels amazing! I feel like I'm on cloud nine!
"I can tell why you love him so much," Luna sighs, taking another leap in the air. My feet press into the sturdy material of the trampoline, and I bounce back into the air. "Dylan asked me out while we were running away from a kid. We accidentally ruined his ice cream."
I raise my eyebrows at her as I take another leap into the air. "I feel like he only confessed because he thought we wouldn't make it. I said yes because I thought the same," She smiles sheepishly until she bursts into a fit of laughter, landing on her back and bouncing slightly.
I stop jumping and Anna follows me. I sit down the trampoline, massaging my temples. "Mother trucker dudes, do hangovers always make you feel like shit?" I groan.
"Welcome to the world of hangovers, love," Anna pats my shoulders.
"I've been sober my entire life..." Luna starts. "I mean, I'm only nineteen, so it makes sense. Unlike you lawbreakers, I like to abide by the rules."
"I can tell why Dylan likes you so much," Anna laughs. "I think it's time we leave the trampoline park, because jumping when your brain already wants to leave your body isn't the greatest idea. We should go get some food, because I'm hungry. What about you two?"
"Well. It's food," Luna agrees. I nod along with her. Food is awesome. I'm in love with it. That's just about the only thing I love, aside from hoodies. "Who wanna drive?" Luna holds up the keys of the car we stole from Adrian. She looks at me, and I shake my head.
"I can't drive."
"Nonsense! We'll teach you!" Anna claps her hands and Luna nods along as if it's the best idea in the world. "And you don't have to worry about the police in this area. They lowkey work for us."
"Really?" I grin. Whoa, they're so powerful... but then why on Earth did Adrian not want me to tell the police about what I saw? He probably has his reasons. Whatever. The point is, I can drive!
"Get in the car, bitches, we're teaching our Bailey how to drive," Anna declares, as we leave the building and get into the car. "I should probably tell the owner that we're done... oh well, he'll figure it out himself."
I get into the driver seat as Luna takes a seat in the passenger's and Anna sits in the back. "I wonder how Blake's doing without me. I told him he should do what he wants today, but he told me he wanted me. My poor baby, I hope he doesn't think I don't love him anymore. I'll call him," She rants, taking out her phone and dialing Blake. "Hey babe... I miss you too... Aw, you're preparing our home for when I come home tonight... A romantic dinner... Aw, my favorite flowers on our bed.... You really didn't have to spend your day without me making things for me... I love you so fucking much baby..."
I sigh along with Luna at how cute they are.
"Oh yeah... I'm with Bailey and Luna... Yeah, she only drank like two bottles, the rest were spilled by her clumsy ass... Oh yeah, we're gonna teach Bailey how to drive... Stop screaming... No, you won't be widowed... We're not even married yet, you dumbass... She's not going to be that bad, you need to chill... What do I not understand... My bitch isn't a mess... Okay fine, I'll text you in thirty minutes... I love you babe," She hangs up and looks at us, staring at her.
"What?" She grins. "I love him."
"He's a simp," Luna laughs.
"He's my simp. Just like Dylan is yours."
"Um, no, Dylan is a stubborn crackhead who's so used to getting his way. But, he's trying," She says, a deep blush forming on her face. "We're taking it slow."
Don't say it. Don't fucking say it, Bailey. Deep breaths. "In bed too?" You said it. You actually said it. I can't believe you.
"What runs through your mind on a daily basis?" Luna cocks an eyebrow.
I open my mouth to explain, but she interrupts. "Don't tell me. I don't even want to know." Yeah, even I wouldn't want to know what goes through my mind. Especially around Adrian.
"Okay, start the car," Anna begins. And that's where we went wrong.
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"TURN!" Luna and Anna both scream at the same time, horror plastered on their faces. "GRANDPA!"
"Aw, can we meet him? I mean, who's grandpa are we talking about?"
"THERE'S AN OLD MAN ON THE ROAD, STOP THE CAR!" Anna shrieks, her hair a wild mess and a few strands covering her face. I should stop paying attention to Anna and focus on not crashing into the old man.
I slam the brakes, as the old man casually crosses the road. "I'm going to die!" Luna cries out. Pfft, dramatic ass. Adrian had bullets flying at him and I was the driver. He survived.
"Blake is going to be widowed!" Anna wails out. "And we're not even married!"
"I'll never be able to tell Dylan that I'm pregnant!"
I slam the brakes, and slowly turn my head towards her. "Slow, you said?"
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a/n: well, i'm so sorry for not updating. we all know my finger had been fucked up and i could only type with one hand. anyway, now i mastered typing with 9/10 fingers. never been more proud.
my finger still feels like shit, but it's alright :) i couldn't keep this chapter from you any more.
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