Yay, they finally get out of Hawaii. Review.
Carly woke up as sun filtered through the window. Bodies were scattered around her living room and for a second she thought that they were corpses but the idea vanquished when she saw Beth's body twitch. Carly heard a sigh from underneath her and looked down to see she was laying on Duncan. Her heart sped up as she jumped away from the man. Thankfully, they were both fully clothed along with everyone else in the room. Well, other than Sierra, who wasn't wearing a shirt or bra anymore.
Sierras shirt was in pieces and her bra was hanging from the fan, along with Izzy who was hanging upside down from the ceiling like a bat. Carly quickly covered Sierra with a blanket before trudging to her closet to find something the woman could wear.
When she opened the door, Harold fell out, snuggling up to a teddy bear. Carly, too hungover to care, ignored the nerd and grabbed a tube top off the hanger before locking Harold in the closet again.
People began to rouse as Carly entered the living room and tossed the shirt on Sierras sleeping body and shook her awake.
Sierras eyes finally opened and when she realized that she didn't have a top on, she started screaming.
"SHUT UP!" Carly yelled and muffled the girls screams with the hoodie. Geoff was clutching his head with pain along with most of the other people in the room. Surprisingly, Eva was still asleep.
Sierra quickly threw on the tube top before anyone had a chance to see anything and Carly turned away from the woman and walked away.
Carly groaned as she fell onto a pile of beanbags that weren't there last night and squeezed her eyes shut. Sierras scream had brought on a massive headache and she needed an Asprin ASAP.
"Thank you so much Carly, I don't know what I would have done if someone saw my-" Sierra said in her usual happy voice. It was obvious the girl was immune to hangovers. "boobies." she whispered the last word.
From behind the purple haired woman, Owen raised his hand with a sly grin on his face. "I did."
Sierra squealed with embarrasment and Heather, who was laying nearby, clamped her hand over her mouth to shut the squealing lady up.
"Sierra, I'm sorry, I cannot tolerate your voice right now." Heather snapped. Carly was surprised the girl had managed to get drunk in the first place, she seemed like the type that never had any fun.
"Sierra, if you want to repay me, go into the kitchen. There should be a box of water bottles and in the medicine cabinet, a few things of Aspirin. Can you bring them please?" Carly asked, using Sierras freakish I-can-get-drunk-but-it-has-no-effect-on-me-in-the-morning skills to Carly's advantage.
Sierra came back in seconds with the supplies and did as Courtney told, handing them out to each of the people in the living room. Carly could barely hear Harold banging on her closet door but she was too tired to go open it for him. He needed to toughen up a little more anyway, he was little thin in the muscle area.
"Pretty good party, sweetheart." Duncan said as he downed the pills along with everyone else in the room, save for Eva who was still asleep despite Sierras constant squealing and talking.
"Glad I earned your approval." Carly rolled her eyes and took another gulp from her water bottle. She could feel her headache subside and she was able to sit up straighter.
"Yeah, you aren't as stuck up as we thought you were going to be." Izzy said, jumping from the fan and landing on her feet. She grabbed the bottle and Aspirin from Sierras outstretched hands and drank the entire bottle of water before dry swallowing the pill. That was one strange chick.
"Uh...thanks." Carly shrugged, all this 'complimenting' thing was making her blush. She didn't really feel comfortable with all the attention being on her.
"You should come to Canada." Cody added before he fell back asleep and began snoring loudly. Everyone in the room began nodding and Carly started feeling more uncomfortable than she already was. They looked like a cult or something the way they were making silent agreements between eachother. Even Harolds banging had stopped and Carly could practically see him nodding his head with all his friends.
"We're having a reunion show in Toronto, you should come with us. It's only going to be week or so. If you don't like it, we can drop you back home whenever." Bridgette said. She had been one of the lesser drunk people at the party.
"I don't know..." Carly said, she loved Hawaii with all her heart but she had always strived for adventure. The brunette knew from the begining, or four years ago in her case, that she wouldn't stay in Hawaii her entire life. Carly wanted to travel the world and meet new people. "I guess it couldn't hurt."
"Then it's settled. Carly, you're coming to Canada. The plane leaves tomorrow."
The next day...
Carly smiled as she saw her mothers shining face through the window to the diner. Lucille owned a diner by the beach called 'Little Surfers' where people from all over Hawaii would come to eat their food. Despite serving mainly fish, it was the pancakes that people really loved.
The little bell made a short song as Carly entered through the doorway. Lucille looked up and flashed a genuine smike when she saw her daughter.
"Hi, honey. Dad's making flapjacks, want some? They're on the house." Lucille tempted as she cleared a table from its dirty dishes.
Carly rolled her eyes at her mothers remark. "They're always on the house." Carly laughed before her face grew slightly more serious. "I actually came to talk to you guys about something."
Lucilles face paled and Tom stuck his head out of the kitchen. Yes, he was the cook, only serving for breakfast before he opened up the surf shack in the afternoon.
"You're not pregnant are you?" Lucille asked and Carly laughed in response.
"Of course not. I just wanted to tell you that I met some people and they invited me on a trip." Carly said and color returned to Lucilles cheeks.
"Oh, thank god I thought you were- wait. What do you mean a trip?" Lucille asked, her judging eyes boring into Carly's skull.
"It's in Canada and it only goes for a week or two. I just wanted to let you two know so you don't freak out when you realize I'm gone." Carly said. Her mother had never been defensive like that. Sure, Carly got disciplined when she snuck out or something but never for offering an idea.
"You're not going." Tom's strick voice felt like a blow to Carly. Were they seriousely denying Carly her right to travel?
"Dad, this is what I want to do. I'm going." Carly said, her voice more stern. She was an adult, her parents didn't have the right to control her anymore.
"No you are not. You don't even have a passport." Lucille said and crossed her arms over her chest. It was still early so there were only a few people in the diner, but those that were there were watching the scene with interest.
"Actually, I do. Remember the trip I took in High School to Rome? I still have it." Carly said.
"It doesn't mean you're allowed to go." Tom snapped and Carly bunched her hands into fists. This was the first real fight she ever had with her family. Or at least the first one that she could remember.
"I'm going to Canada, and there is nothing you can do to stop me." Carly snarled before storming out the door and climbing into a jeep with Bridgette, Geoff, Gwen, and Trent.
"So can you come? Things looked pretty hectic in there." Trent asked.
"Yup, now drive." Carly ordered, her eyes never straying from the road that lay in front if them. If only she knew it would be the last time she ever saw her parents again.
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