My phone isfull of messages, and I don’t need to open them because I opened one, and the rest of them are guaranteed to be the same.
They’ll all be of me, strolling through my living room drunk and practically naked, trying to drag Anastasia upstairs with me like a needy, inebriated baby.
She’s still curled up beside me, her soft breath tickling against my chest, brown locks decorating my bicep. I can see the remains of our pillow barricade strewn across my bedroom floor.
I can’t remember, but I’d imagine I’m probably to blame for that.
I’d say the fact that we’re cuddling right now is probably me, too, but judging by the content look on her face as she sleeps peacefully, I’d guess she’s about as happy about this closeness as I am.
I never usually get super drunk because my friends are too irresponsible to be around other people and not have some real adult supervision. But last night, I was goaded into a drinking game by a woman that I assume was cheating.
She was looking after me and not the other way around, and that alone practically confirms my suspicions. I decide to brave the worst while she’s still asleep and open the team group chat.
PUCKBUNNIES
JAIDEN JOHAL: *angry emoji*
JAIDEN JOHAL: Nate when Stassie dares to talk to someone that isn’t him.
JOE CARTER: *crying emoji*
JOE CARTER: When she’s not there when you wake up.
KRIS HUDSON: *heart-eyes emoji*
KRIS HUDSON: When he says no banging, just cuddling.
The next message is from my sister, Sasha.
SASH HAWKINS
SASH HAWKINS: God you’re embarrassing.
SASH HAWKINS: I’ll take UCMH off my potential school list.
NATE HAWKINS: How do you even know
SASH HAWKINS: Saw it on the UCMH gossip page
SASH HAWKINS: Need therapy now, thanks.
NATE HAWKINS: Great.
SASH HAWKINS: Already annoyed at you for abandoning me at Christmas.
NATE HAWKINS: Oh, it must be so terrible for you.
NATE HAWKINS: How will you ever cope on the beach in St. Barts.
NATE HAWKINS: You’re welcome, btw.
SASH HAWKINS: Oh well.
SASH HAWKINS: Enjoy Christmas alone, weirdo.
My dad took my advice and offered to take us on vacation to St. Barts for Christmas. I don’t know who was more shocked: Sasha for getting what she wanted or me because he listened to my advice.
I’d love to spend Christmas with Sasha, but I’d genuinely rather swim in shark-infested waters wearing a seal suit than spend two weeks with Dad in another country.