Revamped!

[I'm so sorry if I scared any of you due to not updating but I've been busy with my other stories. Also, I waited for this day to publish because it's Once Upon a Selfie's second anniversary! It's still hard for me to believe that it's already been two years. Thank you to everyone who has been reading so far!

A lot of you guys guessed that this would be Cinder's arc and it isn't (although hers will be exciting). For the people who thought this would be a Cresswell arc, you're half right! There will be Cresswell fluff in here and stuff for the other couples.

Guys. I'm genuinely excited for this arc. It has a funny plot and a different format, but it will be amazing! With that in mind, please pay attention to the subheadings because there will be shifts between the past and present.

Fun Fact: This was supposed to be the original name of Thorne's first arc.]

[2020: I don't know where I would put this but initially I thought the arc would be fun and it is, I didn't enjoy writing it as much as I thought I would've. It was hard to stretch to ten chapters which is why a lot of the chapters are shorter than others. I think it was because of outside events but I still love this arc.]

Beware of Sharp Thornes: Part One

After the Party

Thorne's eyes slowly flutter open from what felt like the longest sleep of his life. Once his mind is aware that he's awake, it floods with a pounding migraine, making him wish he never woke up. He should've slept this pain away although he doesn't remember what, how or when this migraine came into existence. He doesn't remember falling asleep and that's weird for a completely different reason.

What happened last night?

He also isn't sure why he's staring at his living room ceiling instead of his bedroom. When Thorne sits up, he finds out that he slept on the living room couch.

Weird, but, whatever. Nothing new.

Thorne yawns groggily, stretching his arms up above his head and cracking his back to loosen it. He gets up and starts making his way to the bathroom. He passes through the statues in the halls, saying good morning to them as he always does. Once he reaches the bathroom, the bright lights sting his head and when he looks in the mirror, he almost screams. And he's never screamed at his reflection before. To think that his day started off with waking up in the living room and being scared of himself.

He looks wasted, dead almost. His skin is pale, highlighting the dark circles that he didn't think he had under his eyes. He's unrecognizable. Thorne cringes and turns on the faucet, splashing cold water on his face to freshen up and, hopefully, calm his migraine. (It's still pounding.)

He notices that he's wearing the same clothes from yesterday and doesn't care anymore. He's too confused on what happened last night.

Thorne walks back out, passing the main foyer and seeing his parents there. It takes him a few seconds for his tired mind to process that his parents are standing there. He's confused at first, but when he notices that they're angry, it makes complete sense. He's in the real world despite everything that happened before. If his parents were happy, he would start to question if he was in some parallel universe.

When Thorne notices that his parents aren't saying anything and just frowning at him, he thinks he ought to get a conversation going.

"Morning?" Thorne questions. He would say good morning but the adjective just didn't seem to fit with the mood of the room as of now. His parents still don't react. "Where's Jeanette?"

"She has the day off," his father responds. "We let her borrow your car and now she's out on the town."

"Why?"

His mother lowers her arms from being crossed around her chest and she stares him down in utter shock. "Carswell, are you being dense now?"

"I feel hungover?" Thorne responds hesitantly.

Amelia scoffs. "Well, that explains a lot."

She spins her hand around as a gesture for Thorne to look around. When Thorne turns around, he finally sees why his parents are so mad: the entire house is a mess. How he didn't notice that when he first woke up is a mystery for him. Food wrappers, beer bottles, plastic red cups litter the floor. Mysterious stains make his walls and floors look like valuable art paintings his parents would buy.

He sees some of his friends all asleep on the couches and the floor. It hits Thorne that he threw a massive party here while his parents were gone. No wonder he's loopy when he woke up on the couch and why he was still dressed in, what he would call, his best house party outfit.

"You're cleaning this up," his mother orders.

"And then we'll ground you," his father finishes.

It could be better but it could also be way worse. Looking at this mess combined with his angry parents are spades because spades are the truth discovered too late.

He threw a party he can't remember. The harder he tries to think back to it, the more his hangover-induced headache would cover the totality of his memories. The longer he's awake and looking at this, more fragmented memories of the night hit him from even before it was planned. How is it that when something ends, he starts to feel it fully?

The real question he has is: if he slept till noon, why is he still so tired and hungover?

-o-

Before the Party

Thorne runs into the school cafeteria, heading over to the table where his friends are. When he arrives and slides in next to Cress, they see the excited look on his face and the adrenaline pumping through his restless limbs. However, they don't question his excitement because they know that Thorne will tell them in a few seconds flat once he catches his breath.

"My parents are going out of town and bringing our dog Comet," Thorne says happily, speaking faster than the normal human. "With that splendid news, I'm throwing a party this weekend."

"How exciting!" Winter exclaims, already pumped.

"Glad you're not using my house…" Kai mutters gratefully.

"I would never abuse my stars-given key like that," Thorne says before looking at Wolf. "Do you think you could handle the refreshments? Just send me the bill and I'll repay you."

Wolf nods. "Anything for a party."

Cress looks at Wolf curiously. "How would you manage to get beers? We're too young."

"Fake ID," Scarlet responds for him.

Cress isn't surprised that he has one, but she still felt the need to ask. For all she knows, maybe Wolf's tattoos and tough appearance made him look older thus not get carded. Wolf notices Cress's weary expression which wonders why he even needs one.

"It's for survival," Wolf explains to her.

"Beer is essential for survival?" Cress questions.

"Yes," Wolf says without hesitation.

"That's illegal!" Cinder exclaims sarcastically, knowing that Wolf doesn't care. She laughs to herself and Wolf mirrors it.

"Can you get me a fake ID?" Thorne asks Wolf excitedly.

"No," Wolf responds. "What's the fun in having one so that you'll be in my debt?"

Thorne narrows his eyes at Wolf. "I hate you."

"The feeling's mutual."

"So," Scarlet starts, looking at Thorne. "About this party…"

"Stay tuned," Thorne says as he starts typing on his phone, "I'll be posting the deets on my story. Everyone will be there and it will be a party that nobody will forget."

[The irony, Thorne, the irony.]