My head felt like there was a tractor on it. I was in so much pain. I would like to say that I would never drink again, but we all know that’s a great, big, fat lie. So big my nose would be reaching Australia.
Reaching my hand out to my head, trying to at least stop some of the pain that was emanating from there. I don’t feel well. My stomach churned and rumbled. I think I’m going to be sick.
I quickly stood up from where I was and ran to the 2nd floor toilet. That going to leave a nasty taste.
After throwing up multiple times in the toilet, I flushed it.
I was right when I said it would leave nasty taste in my mouth. It tastes like milk that’s gone off and curdled somehow. It made me want to be sick all over again.
I quickly ran upstairs to where I left my toothbrush. I ran into the toilet, squeezed toothpaste in my mouth and brushed like a mad woman running to throw a cat at some poor stranger.
After about 3 times of re-brushing my mouth clean of that vial taste, my mouth was minty clean. Though I still had a raging headache.
Now where does Neenah keep her ibuprofen?
I know that looking through all of Neenah’s cupboards were bad, but come on, my head was literally killing me. I’m also positive that Neenah, Nelly and Scarlett with have hangovers as well. So she should be thanking me really.
Eventually after 0 minutes of pain I found them on the side by the sink. Well it would make sense that they were somewhere easily accessible as Neenah’s family are non-stop drinkers.
Grabbing the magical pills, I swallowed 2 straight down without water. Desperate times call for desperate measures, even though there was a sink in front of me.
Wandering what time it was I tried to look for a clock though I couldn't find one in the bathroom. I know a ridiculous thought that a clock would be in the toilet, but is it too much to hope?
Walking back downstairs, I was shocked to see what happened. Bottles of alcohol were scattered everywhere, there were even bottles on the top of the book shelf. Don’t ask how it got there I don’t even remember what happened last night apart from knowing I was drinking. Luckily nothing was smashed or broken, so Neenah’s mum won’t go bat shit crazy when she get home.
I could also see that our ‘sleepover’ had gained some guests that I hoped I would never see again.
Black Veil Brides.
Jinx and Jake were lying on the floor by the TV with a duvet wrapped around each other. Aw cute, but not the point.
CC was cuddled up next to Nelly. When the fuck did that happen?
I had to do a double take just to make sure what I saw was actually happening.
CC was spooning Nelly. Bloody hell she’s going to have a squeal stack when she wakes up.
I looked over to the table to see Ashley lay out on his back with Neenah on top of him splayed out. I looked away when I realized Ashley hand was on Neenah’s ass. I really didn't need to see that.
Finally on the small sofa laid a sleeping Andy. At least I hoped he was breathing…yep he’s alive, his chest moved.
But I still have one question. What the heck were Black Veil Brides doing here?
I tried to remember what happened last night, but I couldn't remember past the point of changing into Neenah’s clothing.
How were they even there I thought they were on tour?
This isn't going to help how I feel about them. My guilt rising with every second I’m around someone’s idols or saviors.
Walking downstairs once again, to get away from the scene and questions inside the room. I might as well make something to eat.
Looking towards the clock I finally saw what time it was. 12pm.
Dammit. I wanted to sleep for longer but I guess my stomach didn't want to.
Heaving a huge sigh of disappointment.
“Might as well start cooking.” I grumbled to myself.
Walking over to the fridge, I opened the door to look inside. Neenah isn't really having much to eat. Just some eggs, mayo and other weird things.
Well… what the hell am I supposed to cook?
Looking around on the surfaces, I spotted some bread. Grabbing the bread and eggs I placed them on the side next to the hobs.
I looked though the cupboards hoping to find something that I could crack the eggs in.
Eventually I found a big glass bowl. This would have to do, though I don’t know whether it would work for what I wanted.
Walking back over to the hob, I grabbed a whisk and frying pan on the way. I started to crack all 12 eggs into the bowl.
Going to the fridge once again I collected both the milk and ketchup. Now I know what you’re thinking.
Why the hell does she need those?
Well it for my not so secret mix to make eggy bread. My granddad invented it because my family adores ketchup. We have it with almost anything. So adding ketchup to the mix was the perfect idea. It doesn't taste half bad anyway.
Getting on with the job, I managed to make 12 pieces of cooked eggy bread. Hopefully that should do. If we needed anymore then I can go down to the shop to get some more.
Placing the cooked pieces in the oven to stay warm, I headed back upstairs to wake the girls up to see what we should do about our rock star problem.
Looking in the room I noticed nothing had changed apart from Ashley’s hand moving from Neenah’s ass to her waist. Thank god.
I guess Neenah should be the first one to wake up. Walking over to her, I gently nudged her shoulder to try and wake her up without waking Ashley up in the process.
After multiple time in trying to wake her up by nudging. I gave up.]Taking my hand and waking her across the face, she instantly jumped to life with a high pitched squeal.
“Shh, Neenah. Don’t wake him.” I whispered frantically, pointing to who she was laying on.
She looked at me confused then at the man who was underneath her. As soon as she saw his face her entire body froze.
“It’s Ashley Purdy…how is he here?” she whispered frantically.
“He’s not the only one, now you need to get off him without waking him. Okay?” I whispered to her.
“Yeah.” She replied.
Carefully, with my help she managed to crawl off Ashley, somehow without waking him.
“Have you done that before?” I asked.
“Yeah, loads of times with Ben.” She said.
“Ah” Ben was her ex-boyfriend. They couldn't be together because he had to move to France for his job. They still really love each other though.
“We need to wake up Scarlett and Nelly also. You take Nelly I’ll take Scarlett.” I told her.