Chapter 4 4- Bare

Day #2

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The sunlight poking through the living room window blinds is what wakes me up the next morning.

And I gotta say, I couldn't have gotten up in a more disturbing and blinding way.

The sun's rays were sharp and bright enough to wake any victim no matter how heavy the sleep turns out to be. And the victim today seems to be me.

Trying to block it with the palm of my hand, I realise a hard surface was beneath me, meaning only one thing.

I had successfully gotten Cole into bed. Score.

"Baby?" I whisper but it turns out that I'm talking to the hard floor of the living room. And on this hard floor, I find my hand already drowned in a bowl of weirdly smelling pudding.

Deciding it's better to clean the slimy looking abomination on the dress I never remembered putting on, I wonder why it's a strange shade of green.

I don't know why, but I have the feeling that I slept here for the night and what happened next only confirmed it.

"Cole is not here. Just the cold hard floor you spent the night on,"

It's kiko. The Asian girl with blue hair streaks.

In her hands are two cups of coffee and although she's blocks away from me, I can notice how she's analysing me with some sore and tired eyes.

"You don't say," I try getting up but with the pointy heels I have on, stumbling back to my original position is the next thing I do.

How did I get those one?

This must have been one heck of a party because my head now feels like it's about to explode and for some reason, I have no idea why and how in the world I got on the floor in the first place.

"Help me up will you?" I slowly raised my hand up for a while before she finally realized what I was requesting .

"Sure," Dropping the cups on a small glass table with a click, she pulls me upwards as I fall unto her tee shirt which screams in blue, Ice cream for breakfast.

"You know, I have a similar shirt to yours, just that it said Ice cream is the way of life," I started to chuckle until I start to gasp for air.

"Yeah... I think you need to get back to your floor cause I'm gonna take shower. And if you see a retainer anywhere, it's mine," She mumbles the last part to herself, looking like she was still in deep sleep. Kiko picks them up and with a blank gaze back at me, she walks away.

Roaming around the living room, I'm struck at how much of a mess we made last night. And from the snores clearly audible from the rooms upstairs, no one but kiko and I were awake.

Guess it's up to me to start cleaning the cleaning.

I don't know why, but I have a feeling that I would end up doing the cleaning alone anyways. So why not start now?

Tearing a trash bag open from inside the kitchen counter, I begin to pick up the beer cans I came across with which seemed to be everywhere. Some where on and in the couch cushions. Most I came across were on the floor, and even in my dad's study drawers. Yet nothing could be as worse as when I see something looking like oatmeal in a huge lamp.

Daring to sniff it, I find out too late that it wasn't oat but released food a.k.a vomit.

"Ugh! who does that?" Covering my nose, I throw the whole lamp while trying to forget the smell of sausage mixed with alcohol and maple syrup.

$200 dollars to replace that.

'Well at least it was decent.' I thought, tieing the half filled bag.

The next thing I go straight to is adjusting the pillows. Turning the cream fabrics over, I make a mental reminder to call our personal dry cleaner to take care of the new and unusual stains that are more than noticeable on the pillows.

Well aside from the weird stains, dirty floor and drunk teenagers sleeping in my spare rooms, I'm so ready for any surprises my parents could have in store for me.

I'm so good at this that when my parents get back, it would be like nothing happened.

Yet, sometimes whenever Raven brings it up, I try to imagine what dad's expression and next moves would be if by chance they arrive weeks early. I believe he would understand my having Cole around and just ground me until I go to college. But for the others, I don't think I would be that lucky.

Unto less depressing subjects, I'm quick with the pillows although I haven't really done this much cleaning before. Its usually cleaning after myself in the kitchen and not others. Anyway, as I'm right at the last pillowcase, I feel something cool and of course slimy soaked to the back of it.

'Probably the cool air from the air conditioner' I thought since it been on throughout the night.

But I should have known better as my eyes catch the condom leaking it's way on the couch.

Gagging a little, I stumble on the trash bag, making a thin hole with my heel as vomit begins to seep out of it to the marbled floor.

I couldn't take it anymore. "Hey! Who did it on my couch!"

Silence.

Furious like raging fire, I march up to the stairs with the intention of causing a racket when the corridor starts to spin and my head feels light once again. So instead I slowly dart for the wall towards my room.

I guess all this was too much for me to handle because next thing I'm holding my chest as it gets tighter.

"Inhaler. My inhaler," I ask myself, feeling the room spin while trying to keep myself balanced, before finally ending at the art room door where I usually hide my medications.

Opening the door, I feel like the place is spinning as I rest my head on the door's surface, only to be greeted with a deep groan.

Pulling my head away from the wood, I feel my eyes bulge from their sockets.

I can see a figure on my bed, which looks startled by the staring back.

"Who - who's there?" Rubbing his eyes like a little kid, Louis adjusts himself on the bed and I see some dark circles over his eyes before he puts up his dark shades.

I didn't know why he always seem to have them around him, even next to his bed - actually, why wasn't he sharing the room I gave him and chase?

"Hey who told you to be in my room?" The arrogant fool dared to ask and I'm about to give him a piece of my mind when I realise he's about to get up and might have nothing on.

"Wait don't!" It's too late and all I see is a half naked tanned boy. Phew.

Moments passed but still no one moved as we held each other gazes.

I find it pretty hard to believe that although he just woke up from sleep, he already had a scowl that matched the one of his counterpart.

Finally getting the words into my mouth, I speak. "I wouldn't have barged into my room, if I didn't know it was occupied," I say calmly, frowning as I turn around faster than my body should have.

"Yeah whatever. Just watch the door - " He yells just in time for my face to slam with the door, making the place spin a little before I drop, watching him rush towards me before I see nothing at all.

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A/N: As you know this was a really short chapter and I've been thinking about it... Why not extend the number of chapters instead of words and that's what I'm doing, but after a while I think I'll be adding more words. After a while that is.

But here's an important question: What genre do you see this book in? Young adult because most of them are eighteen, or New adult because of the content?

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