“Why can’t you just let me sleep? I’m so fucking tired from that party you forced me to go to last night”, I said groggily arching my back like a cat. I push a lock of my tangled brown hair behind my ear and rub my aching temples from the thick hangover that is draped over me like a thick blanket.
You’d think hangover wouldn’t be a problem for me with all the booze I drink, but mornings have always been a bitch. I blink my eyeshadow stained eyes and try to recall last night but all I get are snip-its of boring small talk that I try to drown out by drink after drink of beer. As much as I hate every Friday night of my life being dedicated to people in Armani, I owe it to Liz for letting me crash at her house almost every night to escape my insane business motivated aunt.
” So which dress says ‘I’m thankful for this fat turkey and don’t wish you’d all go to hell’?”, says Liz holding up a black strapless and navy mesh skater dress. I roll my eyes and bury my face in a pillow feeling instant relief. I emerge again to see Liz holding the navy number up against her in the mirror.
“Definitely navy”, I reply half-heartedly. “So, how are your parents planning their famous ‘Touchstone Thanksgiving’”, I ask getting up to flip through Liz’s closet for something to wear.
“Oh you know. Like Mindy is working around the clock and sending people out to search for pinecones and stuff”, says Liz idly. “Do you want me to curl your hair?”, Liz asks suddenly nodding her head towards her vanity chair.
“Don’t you think I should shower first? I look disgusting”, I say to which Liz shrugs. I stalk over to her bathroom, hating the feeling of the cold tiles under my feet, and turn the knob on her claw-foot bathtub to feel boiling water on my fingertips. I lower myself carefully down onto the white bottom and feel acuity wash over me. The water quickly fills the tub and I lather my hair and body with various products and soaps until I smell like the perfume section of Sephora. I hear the familiar ringtone of Liz’s phone in her room and her mock bubbly voice say hello. I dunk my head under the water and feel the rush of the drain in my ears. I know my aunt will be at the party tonight and I’ll have to act like a debutante to excuse my non-attendance record and it makes me want to throw up the breakfast I didn’t have. I sit up and wrap myself in a Trinity Prep standard towel and take in my raw pink skin in the full length mirror. I towel dry the rest of myself and order a toad-in-a-hole over the intercom since I’m suddenly ravenous. I walk out and pick a dark purple dress from Liz’s closet and sit down on her vanity to let her fix my hair.
“I’m so jealous of your hair”, Liz says having ditched her phone and discarded it on her bed.
“Don’t be, it’s so annoying”, I reply taking a peppermint from her candy jar. I make loud sucking noises which make her cringe.
“Could you be any more disgusting?”, Liz asks pulling out a curling wand from one of her drawers and beginning to attack my hair. She’s just about to say her signature ‘voila!’ when Ashley jumps through the door frame.
I try not to gag on my peppermint and force a smile. Liz runs up and hugs the beachy blonde with an almost believable laugh.
“You two look gorgeous!”, Ashley yells.
“Thanks Ashley”, I murmur. Miss Touchstone calls us down over the intercom and I feel my stomach drop out of dread. I put on a smile and walk down the stairs to get introduced to all the guests before dinner. I see my aunt get ushered in the front door and I squeeze Liz’s hand for reassurance. I feel a breath on the back of my neck and I spin around quickly out of freight.
“Calm down jumpy, it’s just me”, Jonathan says slipping his hand through mine. I feel my mouth form a small “o”.
“Ryan told me you had a crush on me. Was he just being a bastard or was he telling the truth?”, Jonathan says looking at me in the eye.
“Depends”, I say breathlessly. “Do you like me?”. We stand in silence for a second before he pulls me away from the party and takes me to an empty hallway. He doesn’t say a word and looks down at his trainers. I feel my heartbeat pick up. “Because I get it if you don’t” I ramble on. “I’m not pretty, or funny, or smart or even nice and I drink too much and I’m a total wreck most of the time and-” Jonathan cuts me off putting a finger on my lips.
“I like you because you’re pretty, and funny, and smart and you give pencils to total stranger. I like you because you’re spontaneous and witty and drink cinnamon in your hot coco. I like you because despite the fact that you’re the most popular girl in school you payed attention to a nobody like me”, Jonathan says pulling me into him and kissing me flat out on the lips without a bit of hesitation.
“I like you too” I whisper.
- Happy Thanksgiving
- I’m back from hiatus
- Even though Liz is MIA I will continue with the plot until she returns.
- Positions for Ashley and Eva are available for audition.