Hiiiiya, so it's been awhile...sorry, like 2 years almost since I started this story! After some lovely reviews for Finding the Story and after getting obsessed with Rizzles and venturing to this site...I thought I should finish what I started, or at the very least continue it! So here it is, the long awaited Chapter 4!
Disclaimer - Not mine.
Chapter 4 – …..All of Her.
The next morning Spencer felt her brain start to wake up but she refused to open her eyes just yet, choosing to assess the situation internally first. She could feel no major damage, a gentle wiggle of fingers and toes proved that her limbs were in-tact and her stomach sent a message North saying it was coping with the vomit situation – another positive sign. The curly hair tickling her nose informed her that Chelsea was alive, while the smell of breakfast hinted at Aiden having made it home. She was a hangover success story!
Boom! Hangover-Schmangover! Time for some eats!
Feeling confident that despite her alcoholic mishmash she had escaped the hangover she deserved, Spencer opened her eyes wide and sat up. That was her first mistake.
The light from her window flooded her eyes and informed the brain that it was morning. Now Spencers brain was clever, it was artist and it was pissed off. It had tried to tell her to stop drinking, tried to warn her that shots were a bad idea and tried to remind her that nothing good happens after 2am, but did she listen? It was time for payback. An instantaneous shot of pure headache joy hit her temples and began its throbbing. Asprin…I need…asprin. Spencer stood up to begin her search for pain relief. That was her second mistake.
Oh sweet Lord of feet, what the hell?! She felt the uncomfortable, water-bed sensation of blisters all over the soles of her feet and did the blister-dance all the way to the bathroom where her headache salvation awaited. She pulled the cord and yet more light attacked her. She raised her hand to open the small wall-mounted vanity and looked in its mirrors. That was her final mistake.
Ah shit.
The small amount of make-up she had worn the night before had crawled off its perch and positioned itself under her eyes. Spencer was sporting the 'Panda Look' very effectively. Her perfectly straightened blonde locks were now positioned on one side of her head in a messy Princess Leia style dreadlock-mat and the club stamp which was on her hand, was now back-to-front…in the middle of her forehead. Spencer was a mess.
I'm a mess.
"Spencer, that you babes?" Said the voice from the hall. "I'm making some breakfast, I didn't know what level of hungover we were at today so I went for everything!"
"Aid, it's a level 8 dude. I swear it…level 8."
A slightly ruffled looking Aiden popped his ahead around the open bathroom door and immediately gasped at the sight before him. "Oh Spencer hunny, that is no 8." He remarked gesturing to all of her.
"Really, is it not that bad?" She asked hopefully.
"Yes. It is that bad, and more. This is a 9 if ever I saw one! How are you still in last night's clothes?!"
Spencer dropped her sore head into her palms and tried to remember how she got home. Between watching the smoke rings and waking up next to Chelsea she was having a total mental block.
"I don't know! I blame you entirely for this!" She said, gesturing to all of her. "Why can't I remember things Aiden? Maaaaaybe it was the Absinthe in that Dennison Cocktail you made? Maaaaaybe it was the 'Liquid Cocaine'? Ooooh or maybe it was the free drinks we kept getting from your barman?!"
"You weren't complaining at the time!" He argued, leaning on the doorframe so the true horrific-ness of Spencer's….well of all of her, could be absorbed.
"Blatantly I was in no position to be allowed to make my own decisions last night! That's also you're fault. When this is out of service," she pointed to her pounding head, "then you are the designated driver of me!"
"Excuse me, I am the drama queen in this household. Your 'ID' says you are 22 and that makes you your own woman."
"I don't want to be my own woman. I shouldn't be allowed. I'm a 'be my own woman failure'!"
Aiden could sense that the boozey-blues were the next thing to hit Spencer. Her headache was easing, making room for hangover paranoia and irrational emotional outbursts. He had to curb this self-pity until she had at least stopped stinking of spirits.
"Right, enough of this crazy talk. You're breakfast is being cooked, so go crawl into that shower and don't get out until you look more human and less 'Creepy girl from the Ring'. This…"he waved his hand in front of all of her, "isn't working for either of us."
The hot water seemed to burn the hangover off of her skin. The scent of sweaty club and alcohol was being washed down the plug-hole, along with her Panda mask. Spencer stood directly under the stream of water for a few minutes, enjoying the soothing sensation it was causing in her head and through her shoulders. Eventually, she moved out of the spray and wiped the water from her eyes. She raised her hand to take down her bottle of shampoo and noticed the bruise around her wrists.
Spencer, knowing her memory had gone AWOL decided not to stress and just continue to enjoy her shower. As she massaged the strawberry scented shampoo into her hair, her mind began to relax and wander over the previous evening. And then it happened. Boom!
That girl stole my body for a boogie! And hurt my wrists!
She quickly finished cleaning herself and hopped out of the shower. She towel dried and wrapped up in Aidens huge navy blue dressing gown, then made her way to the kitchen for whatever breakfast she could stomach.
The kitchen table was adorned with every possible type of food that could pass as breakfast. Fruit, cereal, toast, bagels, cheeses, freshly brewed coffee, OJ and sushi, Aiden was even serving up yet more bacon and eggs too.
"Sushi? Really?" Spencer asked as she pulled up a bar stool and poured a mug of coffee.
"Yeah, it's totally a breakfast food." The boy commented while turning off the stove and grabbing his own coffee.
"In what reality?!"
"Mine…clearly." He said while popping a tuna sushi roll into his mouth.
Spencer opted for the safe choice. Her body might not be oozing hangover from every pore, but her stomach might still be struggling. She picked up some toast and noticed her wrist again. "Hey, do you remember that girl from last night?"
"YES! Spencer dude she was smoking hot, who would have spotted her eh?!"
"Well I didn't really see her face too much, she was a brunette right? Dark eyes?"
"Urm yes, and a total stud-muffin! She was so nice too and didn't go all weird when you put your foot in it!"
Spencer looked up at him confused. "Urm, I wouldn't say she was nice Aid, she really hurt me."
"Ach no she didn't, it was a bit awks but she barely said anything about it. Don't take things so personally Spence." He finished his sentence and started tucking into his bacon. Aiden loved bacon.
"Are you actually defending her? She totally violated my booty!"
"What are you talking about? She was a perfect gent."
Spencer, getting frustrated at her friend's lack of caring, pulled up her dressing gown sleeve and pushed it in front of his face. "So this is what nice people do?!"
Aiden looked up from his breakfast and regarded the bruising. "Wait. She didn't do that Spence. She couldn't have done."
"Well clearly she did! I didn't do this to myself! I was following the smoke rings and then somebody was dancing with me. I got freaked and tried to move and that's when she got scary."
"Hold up. I can solve this." Aiden put his cutlery down and prepared to dispel the confusion. "Right, there must have been two girls."
"TWO?" Spencer questioned.
"Yeah my secret-homo, two chicks."
Spencer rolled her eyes at his dig at her apparently confused sexuality. "Continue, douchebag."
"Right, I saw you with this smoking hot brunette. She called herself your Knight and you were holding her hand when you guys found me and Chels." He took a gulp of coffee and waited for Spencer to catch up.
Her face showed obvious signs of total confusion. Her brows were knitted and her head was moving into its tilt position. The headache was making everything harder, she felt like there were actual smoke rings in her brain. She could only remember the girl who held her tight, who danced too close and made her uncomfortable.
Aiden continued. "You were so excited because you had proved my gay clothes theory and dragged this chick along to explain it to me. You said some girl was in jeans and trainers and was clearly gay and that this other girl…"
"Oh my God." That was Spencers second 'Boom' moment. "She looked super straight and then told us she was gay. There were two girls."
Aiden smirked at his friend and started nodding his head, "That's it Spence, two girls in one night. Not bad for a baby gay." He winked in her direction, then swiftly dodged the toast that was flying towards his head.
Spencer had never felt so confused. All the emotions from the night came rushing back to her. Memories filled blanks and completed her evening's adventures.
That girl, the nice one, she saved me. Came running over and pulled me away. Man she had really pretty eyes….wait what the hell? She had average eyes. Yeah, normal, average eyes. But she looked straight. Proper girly clothes. Shit Aiden lied to me. His theory is shit.
"Your theory is shit!"
"Would seem that way! Maybe that means you looked gay to her, made her go all Saviour on your ass."
"AIDEN, I am not gay!" Spencer sulked and dropped her head into her hands once again.
The boy felt bad finally. "Aww Spence, look she was just being nice. You were only holding her hand because she'd looked after you – anyway, you thought she was straight. So there's no harm done."
She had soft hands. Soft hands and nice eyes. FUCK!
Spencer lifted her head and tried to shake her mind back to normal. She hated hangovers more than anything else in the whole world. She had no idea how Aiden was still functioning, he seemed unaffected by the nights antics. Chelsea on the other hand seemed worse than herself, the artist had yet to even stir in the bed despite the smell of food and coffee. She must be level 10 – easy level 10! The blonde was struggling to wrap her head around what she had gotten herself into.
"Did Ashley drop you guys off home?"
"Ashley." Spencer repeated her name and the final part of her evening started to piece itself together. "Ashley. She drove."
"Yeah Spence…Ashley."
"Ashley drove. She drove us home. She had a blue car" The blonde shook her head, "black, she had a black car. She dropped us at the door and Chelsea fell into the hall"
"That was nice of her."
Spencer wasn't paying attention anymore. "She held me up because I fell taking my heels off…she…she…"
The blonde jumped off her seat and ran through to her room, not caring if she woke up her sleeping friend. She threw shoes, towels, jeans and hoodies across the room as she struggled to get her bedside table. Where is it? She made it to the head of her bed and there it was. In neat gentle 's name, written in eyeliner on a napkin from her car – followed by her number.
Aiden had followed his friend to her room and watched as she scrambled around like a mad woman, not missing the faint smile that played across her face when she located the digits.
"Oh Spence babes, for a straight girl…you got it bad."
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