"Are you drunk?" Jay questioned as he arrived at the party that Harper was at. He had managed to slip some sweats on and creep out of the house unnoticed to go see what his sister needed. He wouldn't admit he was worried, but now that he seen that his sister had just drank one too many, he was holding back from slapping her.
"No." Harper said defensively, "But I am seeing two of you right now." She said, trying to rest her hand on his shoulder, only finding mid air as her eyes were really seeing two of him.
"Dad's gonna beat your ass." Jay laughed, "I can't believe I got out of my bed for this." He shook his head, "Can't you go home with one of your friends, stay with them." He suggested as she looked around.
"No… they all-they all left." Harper said as Jay frowned.
"Without you?" He asked as she nodded.
"But it's ok." She said, "They obviously knew that- that you'd come get me." She said as Jay nodded slowly.
"Obviously." He repeated, "Ok. Well, when I left mom and dad were going to bed, so if you're quiet, you might get away with it. Yeah?" He said as she just nodded.
"This wasn't really the plan, Harper." Jay hissed as he watched his sister throw up in the upstairs bathroom. He was on his way to getting her to her room, having proudly got her home all by himself without his parents or Liesel waking up, but now she was barfing all over the bathroom, and not quietly.
"I'm sorry." Harper spat, "I can't stop it." She said as Jay groaned.
"You're gonna take me down with you." He said, "Why were you drinking anyway?"
"I wasn't. I think- something was put in my drink." She said. She hadn't gone out with the intention to get like this. She assumed her drink had been spiked. She wasn't this type of person. She really wasn't, and deep down Jay knew that, which made him suspicious.
"Ok, ok… well just get it all up." He said, "I'm gonna get you a glass of water for you." He said as Harper nodded, sliding down to the wall next to the toilet, holding her hair back as she watched him leave out of the bathroom.
She was beginning to sober up and could recall none of her friends being like this. Maybe she was spiked, but why did no one wait on her or make sure she got home ok? Anything could have happened to her. She was lucky she did have Jay. There was no way she could have called either one of her parents, and Liesel would have advised her to call their mom or dad. She knew Jay would have come to the rescue. He was an ok brother when he wanted to be, and with being just in the year below her at school, they knew each other's groups of friends.
"Ok, here." Jay walked back into the bathroom with a glass of water, "Get that down you." He handed her the water.
"Thanks." Harper said, "I didn't wake anyone, did I?" She asked as Jay shook his head.
"No, they're all still sleeping." Jay said, taking a seat on the edge of the bath tub, looking over at her and sighing,"You ok?" He asked as she shrugged.
"Why would they leave me?" Harper asked.
"Because they're shit friends." Jay said, "They're hot. That's all they bring to the table." He said as Harper laughed, "You should probably get to bed." He suggested as she nodded.
"Probably should." Harper said, "Don't tell anyone about this." She said as he shook his head.
"I won't." He said, "And may I suggest you talking to your friends about this. Anything could have happened to you out in the streets in that state. Dad would have a heart attack if he found out you were falling over pavements and throwing up at the side of the road."
"I know he would." Harper said, "That's why I called you."
"Yeah, and I have training in four hours." He said.
"I'm sorry." Harper sighed, feeling awful.
"Hey, I'd rather go a tough morning with hardly any sleep than have a cop come to the house telling me my sister's been kidnapped or murdered in the streets." He said, "Just… be careful of your whereabouts next time, and talk to your friends, ask them why they left you." He said, "Or I will."
"They all love you anyway." Harper rolled her eyes, standing up, her head spinning as he lead the way out into the hallway. She was still clutching the water and was so ready to collapse in bed.
"Really?" Jay smiled as Harper smacked the back of his head, "Don't worry, I'm keeping my options opened." He smiled.
"Options? Who are these options?" Harper smiled.
"None of your business." Jay said.
"Well as long as I like them, I'll be ok." She said as he nodded.
"Oh, of course. Gotta work around you, don't I?" He said as she smiled, "Goodnight." He nodded, as he began to walk away to his room.
"Thanks, Jay." Harper smiled, as she headed into her own room, shutting the door over and collapsing into her bed as she sat the glass of water on her night-stand, falling into a deep sleep right away.
"Who was sick all over the bathroom, and decided not to clean it up?!" Punk yelled through the house, 6am to be precise. Regarding the fact that the only people up were him and Jay, it was unnecessary for him to shout so loud, but he wasn't good with sick or anything along those lines.
"Me." Jay said, "Ate bad food last night." Jay stuck his head into the toilet, "Sorry."
"Would it have killed you to clean up after yourself? Or did you just think, mom or dad will get it."
"I thought mom or dad would get it." He shrugged as Punk threw a towel at him as he laughed and headed downstairs.
Punk was up for work and was taking Jay to training on his way there. The girls, all three of them… no, all four of them -jeez, four girls- Were all still sleeping.
"You got everything?" Punk asked, heading downstairs where Jay was waiting, bag with his training kit in it slung over his shoulder.
"Yeah, c'mon we're gonna be late." Jay said.
"Ok, alright. What did your last slave die of?" Punk asked him, taking his car keys and phone quickly.
"Not doing what he was told." Jay said as Punk laughed it off, but sometimes he wanted to slap the funny out of him. They had one of those unique father/son bonds.
"Alright, get out of here. Let's go." Punk pushed him out the door as he laughed and headed on down to the car.
It felt like just yesterday Jay had got into the football team at school when he was just eleven. The struggle to get him out his bed on a Saturday morning at 6am had actually gotten worse over the years. He was a lot more eager when he was younger, full of energy and fun, but now he was just a slump of a teenager. But he was very good. Impressively good actually. He was proud of him. He could remember watching him run on ahead to training when he was smaller, so excited to go play. Now he was close to turning sixteen and something of an athlete.
"You got everything?" Punk asked, parked outside the school as he nodded.
"Think so." Jay nodded, on his phone in the passengers side of the car, scrolling through things as Punk raised his eyebrows.
"Who are you talking to?" He asked.
"Because I'm on my phone means I'm talking to someone?" Jay laughed as Punk nodded.
"Well most of the time, it does." Punk said, "Is it a girl?" He smiled as Jay just shook his head, "A boy?" Punk asked as Jay looked up at him.
"No." Jay said, "Not a girl, and not a boy." He shook his head, "Never a boy." He said as Punk laughed.
"So there's not anyone you like? No one catches your eye?" He asked, "There must be. You're an alright looking kid-"
"Thanks, dad." Jay nodded, "Well… there is a girl, but she'd never go out with me." He shook his head.
"And why is that?" Punk asked as Jay just shrugged.
"She just wouldn't." Jay said.
"There's nothing wrong with you." Punk said, "You're on the football team, you look good… most of the time…" He examined his messy bed hair and sleep that was still in his eyes, "Ok, maybe just some of the time." Punk shrugged, "Who says she won't go out with you?" Punk asked.
"Me." Jay said, "She's way too popular and way out of my league."
"Look at me. Look at your mom." Punk said, "Something doesn't add up their either, but we work. You're a Brooks. We get the hot girls." He said as Jay rolled his eyes.
"What are you expecting me to say here? Agree that mom is hot?" He cringed as Punk just shook his head.
"No… no, just get to training." Punk just shook his head, "I'll pick you up later." He said as Jay nodded, getting out of the car and walking on into the school.
Punk watched him with a smile. He only wished he could have experienced his first girlfriend or crush at school. It seemed like such an unwanted but satisfying thing. He wished his son wasn't so pessimistic and just went in head first.
Jay headed on into the locker room, dumping his bag down on the bench, noticing that everyone was staring at him, rather worryingly.
"What?" Jay looked at them all, "Have I got something on my face?" He said.
"You haven't seen them?" One of his close friends asked.
"Seen what?" Jay asked, watching his friend approach him with his phone, handing it to him as he scrolled through the pictures visible on it, looking on at them in horror.
A/N: What are the pictures? Lots of small bits and pieces in this chapter. Punk trying to give fatherly advice takes a turn. Harper has shit friends. Jay is a good brother. Jay has a crush. Review and let me know what you think. Are the pictures going to be regarding Harper's drunken night? Find out in the next chapter.
