Chapter 4 Hangovers And Guilt

The next day I dropped Melissa off at one of her friends. She said she would pick up her car later. When I pulled up at my house Reggie was outside checking the mail. She was still in matching short and tank top PJ's and was wearing her usual pink flip-flops.

Reggie ran across to my SUV, 'Oh great...' I thought.

"Hey Twist, where were you last night? You just disappeared. Are you ok?" Reggie asked. I felt red, not to mention the dirty feeling I'd had.

"Um...I'm fine. I just went for a drive...and uh, feel asleep when I stopped."

Reggie gave me a suspicious look, "Uh-huh, sure Twister. What happened?"

"Really Reg! GOSH CAN'T YOU GET YOUR OWN LIFE!" I shouted as I slammed my car door and walked inside. I went upstairs to my room and shut my door. I was confused and upset. How could I have done that last night? I went to far. And then I yelled at Reggie. I didn't know what to think. I picked up my phone and dialed Reggie's number.

"Hello?" Reggie answered.

"Hey Reg..." I said quietly.

"Twist?" She questioned.

"Yeah...I'm sorry about yelling at you. I just don't feel good."

"It's ok. I was just worried. You know I'm always here if you need me."

"I'm ok. I think I'm just gonna stay home today."

"Alright."

"So how was the rest of Otto's party?" I asked.

"It was ok, we found out some crazy people spiked the fruit punch." Reggie told me. I felt my stomach drop. "We had to kick out a few people and throw out the punch. But otherwise it was fun, the party lasted until like 3:00am."

"Uh...Reg I don't feel good. I'm gonna go! Bye!" I said putting down the phone, I rushed to the bathroom as I felt myself get sick. Hangovers were terrible I decided. And my thoughts made my head spin. I crawled into bed, my head was pounding. Then I got a knock at my door, which didn't help my head at all.

"Who is it...?" I moaned. The door opened, I didn't bother to unbury my head though.

"You ok bro?" Lars voice asked. "You didn't look so well when you walked in."

I looked up and tried to focus on Lars, it would have helped if he would stand still...And if there was only one of him. Suddenly I got the urge to rush to the bathroom again.

"Whoa, Twist, what's wrong with you?" Lars asked as he stood at the door of the bathroom.

"Uhhhh..." I groaned. I grabbed a washcloth and washed my mouth off. Lars came over and helped me stand up.

"Maybe I should call Mom." Lars said as I sat down on the bed.

"NO!" I replied. That was the last thing I wanted to happen. My parents were gone for the weekend on a break.

"Why are you sick?" Lars asked. I groaned as I layer down closing my eyes. "TWIST!" Lars shouted. I closed my eyes tight as my head hurt even worse. "Twister, this could be serious. What's wrong?" Lars asked. I opened my eyes and saw Lars standing above me looking more worried then I had ever seen him.

"I don't feel good..." I moaned. "The fruit punch..." I closed my eyes again.

"You drank that!" Lars freaked out.

"...My head!" I cried.

"I can't believe you were drunk!" Lars yelled at me.

"It's not like you haven't been!" I told him.

"Well just because I've made mistakes doesn't mean you should!" Lars shouted. I sat up fast and ran for the bathroom again. Lars followed but didn't say anything. This time I was in there for much longer. "I'm gonna call Reggie." Lars said after awhile. I was to sick to reply, I wasn't even sure what side Lars was on either anyways. I felt terrible, my face was sweaty and I was freezing.

Soon Reggie stood at the bathroom door with Lars behind her.

"Oh my gosh..." She breathed. Reggie stood there for a minute then rushed and got a clean washcloth and wet it. Reggie sat next to me.

"I'm - sorry." I choked.

"It's ok." Reggie sympathized. Reggie wiped off my forehead with the cool washcloth. "How long has he been like this?" Reggie asked as I went for it again.

"About 15 minutes." Lars said. I leaned back almost falling, Reggie caught me and laid my head in her lap as she wiped off my face.

"Can you hear me Twist?" Reggie asked. I just moaned. I was losing sight of everything.

"Twister." Reggie called shaking me alittle.

"Uhhh..." I moaned. "Stop Reg."

"Should I let him pass out?" I heard Reggie ask.

"I hate for him to, but it might be better." I heard Lars say, he sounded far away. In seconds, I heard or saw nothing.

"I'm worried about him." Reggie said.

"I can't believe this happened." Lars said sitting next to Reggie, taking Twister's hand.

"What now?" Reggie asked.

"There's nothing we can do till he comes around." Lars said.

"How long should that be?" Reggie asked.

"I don't know." Lars replied letting Twister's limp hand fall. "We should just leave him in here." Lars said looking up at Reggie. Reggie bit her lower lip.

"He'll be ok." Lars said tilting Reggie's head up at him. Reggie heart jumped at his touch. She quickly looked down again at a pale Twister. "Come on." Lars said. Reggie carefully laid Twister's head on a towel as a pillow. Making sure he was comfortable. Then looked up at Lars.

"Never leave some one whose passed out head like that." Lars said turning Twister's head to the side. "They could still get sick and suffocate." Lars said looking up at Reggie who was watching closely looking alittle pale herself. Lars stood up, "Come on, he'll be ok."

He held out a hand to help Reggie up. Reggie shyly took his hand and stood up herself. She walked over and sat on Twister's bed.

"Are you ok?" Lars asked sitting next to her.

"Yeah...Just, alittle dizzy." Reggie replied. Reggie bit her lower lip in the silence, she felt watched...She looked up and realized Lars was really close. They drew towards each other. Lars felt Reggie's soft lips. They slowly parted, Lars still felt Reggie's breath on him.

"I need to be going." Reggie said not moving.

"Ok." Lars said not moving either. They kissed once more and Reggie got up and walked to the door.

"Let me know how Twister is." Reggie said then left.

The next day I sat in the Rocket's garage watching Otto skate. Reggie was on her old laptop and Sam was looking through a box of stuff. I felt a lot better today stomach wise. I still felt dirty.

"Dude, that's wrong you got sick over that spiked punch." Otto said.

"Don't remind me." I replied. I still wasn't feeling that great which was why I was sitting and not skating.

"Whatever happened to Melissa?" Otto asked.

I felt my stomach drop, and gulped, "Uh, I think she went home. Or had a friend pick her up or something." I lied. "

She came by later yesterday and got her car." Otto said.

"When I asked her where you were she said she didn't know and was in a hurry, then got in her car and left."

"Oh..." I replied, I had a flashback of her in her bra and shorts and her lips pressed against mine.

"Twist!" Otto shouted.

"Huh?" I replied jumping. Otto just laughed. I smiled and leaned back again.

"You know, you and Melissa make a cute couple." Reggie said.

"You should ask her out dude." Otto added. "

You should call her." Sam said adding more.

"Yeah, I, uh, think I will...Later." I replied.

"Why are you so jumpy?" Reggie asked.

"I'm not jumpy!" I quickly replied. "I, uh, mean, I'm not jumpy..." I said. "I think I could go for a fish taco, who's up for the Shore Shack?" I asked changing the subject.

"Sounds good to me." Otto replied putting up his skateboard.

"I don't see HOW you can even get those things close to your face!" Reggie said shutting off her laptop.

"Food." Sam said.