Turn Back Time
Ch. 3 - The Next Morning
It was the next morning, and Twister had just woken up. He had fallen asleep on the couch. He sat up and looked around. It appeared that someone had gotten sick as there was throw up in a corner, two people were passed out, one in the kitchen, and one on the floor next to the couch where Twister was sitting. Otto had fallen asleep on the other part of the couch. (A/N: Yeah...cas its all L shaped) He heard someone in the kitchen, he assumed it was Sammy since he was the only one he knew who woke up at seven AM on a Saturday. Twister went into the hallway, he needed to use the bathroom. He tried opening the door, but it was locked, he kept trying to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Being as sleepy as he was he decided to just go and use the upstairs bathroom. He went in and went to the bathroom. Until he washed his hands, he hadn't noticed Reggie, with bruises on her legs and arms, naked in the bathtub. He flushed the toilet and ran out, not wanting Reggie to wake up and think that what ever happened was his fault.
Reggie woke up to the sound of the toilet flushing. She had a really bad headache, a backache, and...well, everything just ached. She couldn't remember anything that had happened the night before. But since her clothes were off, and she ached, she just guessed she had gotten drunk and done something stupid the night before, she decided to just wait until someone said something about it to her. She stood up, and decided since she was already there, to take a shower.
After her shower Reggie went downstairs. Her house smelled horrible, she looked around everything was a mess. There were beer bottles everywhere, broken glass, the couch was torn and the stuffing from inside was coming out. Otto was awake staring at the ceiling. Wishing he hadn't inhaled those 10 beers last night. Reggie wondered into the kitchen. Twister and Sam where there eating some cereal. Reggie couldn't believe the mess in the kitchen, it was worse then in the living room. The refrigerator had been left open, and a lot of stuff had been knocked over in it, there was beer among other things spilt all over the floor. There was broken dishes, broken beer bottles, one of the chairs that had sat at her kitchen table was now knocked over and one of the legs of it had been broken off. She sighed and slumped down into a chair. Twister and Sam looked up at her.
"How are we supposed to clean this all up by tomorrow?" She asked.
"I dunno." The boys said in unison.
Reggie sighed again, the doorbell rang. She got up and went to the door.
Memories started coming back to her, of the night before. She remembered the guy with the baggy black sweatshirt grabbing her from behind, and then taking off her clothes. And now, a guy with a baggy black sweatshirt and hood was standing infront of her at her door. She gasped as the guy took his hood down, it was Lars.
"Where's Twis- whoa, what happened here?" He said letting himself inside.
"We...we had a party...."
"Oh," Lars said and laughed, "my mom needs Twister for a minute, I'll send him back to help you clean up."
"Okay."
Reggie, still stunned went into the kitchen and told Twister his brother was waiting for him.
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A/N: DUN DUN DUNNN... Lol. Sorry I haven't updated I've been REALLY busy. I just got home from a cheerleading competition and we came in first place! So to make up for me not updating I'm going to write the next chapter to this and my other fic and they will both be updated today or tomorrow!
Reviewers: Thanx for reviewing I luff ya guys. If you asked something that wasn't answered, its most likely because it would ruin the plot.
Benji's Riot Gurl: Sorry about ur driving test, lol. My brother is teaching me how to drive, but I can't try to get my permit for another 17 months!
Relaxing Pikachu: The movie that they were watching is uhh... nonexistent? There are tons of movies like that, I didn't pick one. I don't think Reggie has much control over what Otto does he just does what ever, so in the fic I had her just go with it instead of arguing. Otto really seems the one most likely in the gang to drink if you ask me. I like Sam, I just can't write his character, that's why in this, and all of my stories he isn't really in the fic much.
Ch. 3 - The Next Morning
It was the next morning, and Twister had just woken up. He had fallen asleep on the couch. He sat up and looked around. It appeared that someone had gotten sick as there was throw up in a corner, two people were passed out, one in the kitchen, and one on the floor next to the couch where Twister was sitting. Otto had fallen asleep on the other part of the couch. (A/N: Yeah...cas its all L shaped) He heard someone in the kitchen, he assumed it was Sammy since he was the only one he knew who woke up at seven AM on a Saturday. Twister went into the hallway, he needed to use the bathroom. He tried opening the door, but it was locked, he kept trying to open it, but it wouldn't budge. Being as sleepy as he was he decided to just go and use the upstairs bathroom. He went in and went to the bathroom. Until he washed his hands, he hadn't noticed Reggie, with bruises on her legs and arms, naked in the bathtub. He flushed the toilet and ran out, not wanting Reggie to wake up and think that what ever happened was his fault.
Reggie woke up to the sound of the toilet flushing. She had a really bad headache, a backache, and...well, everything just ached. She couldn't remember anything that had happened the night before. But since her clothes were off, and she ached, she just guessed she had gotten drunk and done something stupid the night before, she decided to just wait until someone said something about it to her. She stood up, and decided since she was already there, to take a shower.
After her shower Reggie went downstairs. Her house smelled horrible, she looked around everything was a mess. There were beer bottles everywhere, broken glass, the couch was torn and the stuffing from inside was coming out. Otto was awake staring at the ceiling. Wishing he hadn't inhaled those 10 beers last night. Reggie wondered into the kitchen. Twister and Sam where there eating some cereal. Reggie couldn't believe the mess in the kitchen, it was worse then in the living room. The refrigerator had been left open, and a lot of stuff had been knocked over in it, there was beer among other things spilt all over the floor. There was broken dishes, broken beer bottles, one of the chairs that had sat at her kitchen table was now knocked over and one of the legs of it had been broken off. She sighed and slumped down into a chair. Twister and Sam looked up at her.
"How are we supposed to clean this all up by tomorrow?" She asked.
"I dunno." The boys said in unison.
Reggie sighed again, the doorbell rang. She got up and went to the door.
Memories started coming back to her, of the night before. She remembered the guy with the baggy black sweatshirt grabbing her from behind, and then taking off her clothes. And now, a guy with a baggy black sweatshirt and hood was standing infront of her at her door. She gasped as the guy took his hood down, it was Lars.
"Where's Twis- whoa, what happened here?" He said letting himself inside.
"We...we had a party...."
"Oh," Lars said and laughed, "my mom needs Twister for a minute, I'll send him back to help you clean up."
"Okay."
Reggie, still stunned went into the kitchen and told Twister his brother was waiting for him.
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A/N: DUN DUN DUNNN... Lol. Sorry I haven't updated I've been REALLY busy. I just got home from a cheerleading competition and we came in first place! So to make up for me not updating I'm going to write the next chapter to this and my other fic and they will both be updated today or tomorrow!
Reviewers: Thanx for reviewing I luff ya guys. If you asked something that wasn't answered, its most likely because it would ruin the plot.
Benji's Riot Gurl: Sorry about ur driving test, lol. My brother is teaching me how to drive, but I can't try to get my permit for another 17 months!
Relaxing Pikachu: The movie that they were watching is uhh... nonexistent? There are tons of movies like that, I didn't pick one. I don't think Reggie has much control over what Otto does he just does what ever, so in the fic I had her just go with it instead of arguing. Otto really seems the one most likely in the gang to drink if you ask me. I like Sam, I just can't write his character, that's why in this, and all of my stories he isn't really in the fic much.