Three days later…
She actually managed to avoid them for a while by leaving at five in the morning to begin driving to the more eastern side of Nassau to hang out with an old friend, Sara, who she had met a couple years back while spending her summer there. They had kept in touch over the years. When Meredith called to tell her she was on the island Sara insisted on her coming before she had to leave for Wisconsin to see her parents. Meredith agreed mostly because she would do anything for some time away from the guys. She spent two nights at her house and began driving back early the third morning.
She pulled into the garage and cut off the engine. Grabbing her overnight bag, she headed into the house mentally preparing herself for what mess she might see when she opened the door. As she opened the door, she peered in. Letting out a frustrated groan, she stepped in slamming the door behind her. She walked into the living room dropping her things at her feet. Mark, Preston, and Derek were sitting on the couch. Mark was in nothing more than boxers as he shoveled Fruity Pebbles into his mouth. Derek was in boxers and a white t-shirt. Preston was in sweats but no shirt. Their eyes all trained on the TV not noticing her presence. It took her a second to pull her eyes away from Mark more than the others, but she soon was prepared to talk.
"What the hell?" She yelled and they jumped a little. "I was gone for two days and you trash my house!" They stayed silent trying to come up with a witty comeback but she didn't give them the time. "I want this cleaned up or all three of you can use each other as pillows tonight when you sleep on the fucking porch." She began climbing the stairs. "And don't think I'm not serious."
With that she stomped the rest of the way up the stairs before slamming her bedroom door.
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Wrapping a towel around her dripping wet hair, she opened the door to the bathroom letting the steam puff out into the bedroom. The shower had calmed her down. She quickly changed into a simple outfit before heading down the stairs. She hoped to see a clean room as she got to the part where you could look out onto the living room. For the most part it looked fine, and she was satisfied enough with it.
"Satisfied?" Preston sighed as he came into the room.
"It's fine." She commended before walking into the kitchen. "You can keep your beds."
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It was getting late and the guys had gone with the rest of the families to the beach. She lagged behind not feeling up to being in the sun for so long. Thick clouds were starting to roll in which meant everyone would soon return. The movie she had been half-ass watching was almost over and the pages in her textbook for the next year were almost done being read. She and Christina wanted to get a head start on the reading so they had a better understanding of the course before going into it. Laying her book down, she bookmarked the page and shut it. She could hear faint sounds of thunder, but there was no sign of lightning anywhere near. She walked into the kitchen and got herself a drink before returning to her previous spot on the couch. Her feet were pulled up under her butt. Her hair was in a messy bun. She wore no make-up. She was wearing sweatpants and her ratty Stanford t-shirt that she ruined before she got much use out of it as an actual shirt. But she really didn't care. She wasn't tying to impress anyone nor did she had anyone to impress.
The headlights projected through the window as the cars pulled into the driveway. The door soon opened and they walked in too wrapped up in their conversation to notice her presence in the room with them. Her eyes were focused on the screen trying to actually care about the movie. Rain began to fall and harder than she thought it would. She could hear it beating on the windows and roof.
Her cell phone started to ring causing silence to fall over them. When she glanced at the ID she hesitated. She had forgotten he had called three days ago on their way to the restaurant. She wasn't she sure that she cared or wanted to talk to him. After a few rings worth of contemplation she picked up and walked into the kitchen. Was it going to be a good day or a bad day?