Certainly Not Just A Hangover.
Inspired by one of my favourite films ever! Go with it. Hope you like :))
Chapter 1-
Lauren Branning groaned as she woke a morning after a pretty heavy house party at Whitney. She rubbed her eyes as she tried to remember the night before...
She didn't want to go to this party. She knew Joey, her cousin, was going to be there and she wanted to kill him after he broke her best friend's, Lucy, heart. She couldn't stand the sight of him but she knew she couldn't let Whitney down. She dressed in a nice dress and went over. She found Lucy sat on the stairs, acting quiet and away from the party.
"What's my cousin done?" Lauren proclaimed, sighing.
"Flirting with every girl possible" Lucy replied, quietly, taking a sip of her bottle of WKD.
"Leave him to me" Lauren said, narrowing her eyes at Joey, seeing him in the living room...
Joey Branning could barely remember the events of the night before as he woke up. He had passed out in the bathroom, having tried to avoid his ex girlfriend, Lucy Beale and also to avoid having another war war three with his cousin, Lauren. He felt weird as he stood up, leaning on the bath, trying to gather his thoughts...
Some brunette he had been dancing with had left to use the bathroom when Lauren stormed over to him.
"Outside. Now. We need to talk" She told him. He rolled his eyes and followed her outside, to the front of the house where the freaky statue that Bianca had recently brought shadowed above them.
"What is it, Lauren? I'm kinda busy" Joey said, sighing, crossing his arms.
"Yeah I can see that. How do you think Lucy is dealing with that?" Lauren questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Me and Lucy are over. She knows that. Excuse me whilst I have fun" He replied, narrowing his eyes.
"Oh my god, you really are a pig. I can't believe we are really related" She told him, scoffing.
"Yeah, because I so like being related to you too!" He proclaimed. She narrowed her eyes.
"And what the hell is that supposed to mean?" She questioned, taking a step towards him.
"You act like a drunken brat all the time. It's kinda annoying!" He replied, sighing.
"What I do doesn't concern you so don't judge me" She told him, pointing at him.
"What I do doesn't concern you, Lauren. It works both ways" He said, nearly shouting.
"Lucy's my best friend!" Lauren exclaimed, shouting.
"I don't care. Me and her are over. Deal with it" Joey replied. Her response came with a slap across his face.
"You are a dick and karma is gonna get you!" She shouted, aware that people were staring at them.
"And as you pointed out, we are cousins, so doesn't that kinda make you a dick too?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"You're not my cousin. You refuse to be my Uncle's son so I refuse to be your cousin. See you around or maybe not" She replied, narrowing her eyes.
"Okay. Don't ask me for family rates or discount or freebies when you are in the club. We are not family" He said, crossing his arms.
"Fine. We are clear then?" She questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"Oh we are so clear. Bye, Lauren" He said, pushing past her and walked by into the house. She watched him go and out of the corner of her eye, she could of swore the statue she had forgot was there during the argument had changed colour but shook her head, blaming the alcohol and went in the hunt for more...
Lauren groaned. Her dad and her uncle wasn't going to like this. She went to run her hands through her hair but found she had none to run her hands through. She narrowed her eyes, standing up, walking through to the hallway.
"You need to leave before Bianca gets back" Whitney said, walking down the stairs before walking into the kitchen. Lauren made a mental note to check why Whitney was being so cold with her and went to check her appearance in the mirror and screamed but her girly scream didn't come out. It was deeper and her appearance told her why...
Joey heard a loud groan/scream from downstairs and decided to take it out, taking some toilet before he left, his eyes glanced down at his appearance and narrowed his eyes. He appeared to have.. No. It must of been the hangover. He washed his face in the sink and went to get the towel, looking in the mirror and screamed...
Lauren looked upstairs at the sound of a girly scream; her girly scream. She rushed upstairs, checking every room and barged into the bathroom, seeing.. Herself.
"What the fuck is going on?" She exclaimed, staring. She was going mental. She was in Joey's body and he was... In hers?
"You tell me, Lauren! Are we hungover or just dreaming? What?" He proclaimed, sighing loudly when Whitney came rushing upstairs.
"Joey, leave Lauren alone. She said she wants nothing to do with me" Whitney told Lauren, thinking it was Joey, grabbing what Whitney thought was his arm and pulled him downstairs. Joey quickly followed them. Whitney slammed the door and turned to him.
"Well that got rid of him didn't it? What do you want to do today then, Lauren?" She asked him, smiling.
Lauren stood in the square, staring at Whitney's house in shock, wondering what the hell was going on.
"Ah, Joseph, rough night was it?" Her Uncle Derek's voice came. Of course, he was talking to her because he thought she was Joey because she was Lauren but trapped on his body. She turned, swallowing loudly and fished around in Joey's pocket, finding his keys, remembering he lived with her Nan and Poppy and walked off, wondering what the hell she was gonna do.