Faded Memories

Chapter 7

I spent the next two days in bed, moping about and feeling completely sorry for myself. I called in to the school sick, pretending to be one of my parents so it seemed a little more genuine. They didn't care, they wouldn't have even known if it was me. As for the girls, they had been non-stop texting me making sure that I was okay - which I assured them that I was, but that I was contagious and they shouldn't come over.

When Wednesday finally rolled around my emotions had moved from completely sad and feeling like the world was never going to get better, to feeling completely angry and feeling like the world was never going to get better. I hadn't eaten a proper meal in days, only snacking on chocolate here and there which made me feel worse.

I stomped downstairs in search of some real food, not being able to find any as I hadn't bought the right things from the supermarket. I settled on shoving some toast down my throat before I was about to stomp back to bed. But, as I was leaving the kitchen I noticed a certain cupboard calling my name.

The vodka cupboard.

I grabbed a bottle of dad's most expensive stuff, along with a large bottle of orange juice out of the fridge before taking a mouthful of both. I'm not sure if it was the placebo associated with them, but I instantly felt better.

I opened my eyes at midday, finding myself laying on a lilo in the middle of our pool, fully clothed with the vodka-orange combination in a jug balancing on my stomach. I had large sunglasses on my face that I had found in one of the drawers downstairs, most likely mums, and I honestly looked like a dramatic widow whose husband had just died and left her 60 million. I wasn't complaining though, not if that money was going to be appearing in my bank.

I was floating in circles, watching the clouds passing by overhead. It was quite peaceful, but I was beginning to feel a little seasick. At this point though I couldn't tell whether it was the alcohol or the back and forth that the lilo was doing in the wind.

"Well, well, well. Aren't you a sight for sore eyes." I physically puked in my mouth hearing his voice, not thinking this day could get worse. "Are you drunk? That's a new low, Millsy."

"Oh, what do you care?" I slurred, inwardly laughing at how stupid I sounded.

"I don't." Liam answered simply, wandering towards the pool. "But your friend Georgia does, and she wanted me to come and check on you - especially as she thinks I'm your boy toy."

"How did she even get your number?" I asked, peering over the top of my glasses at him as I couldn't actually see through the dirt on these ones.

"I don't know - you girls are psychos." He paused, shaking his head as he watched me floating in the pool. "What happened this time?"

"This time?" I scoffed, unsure of why he had actually come here. "Same old, I guess... had a fight with Joe."

"He's not even in the same country as you and you both still manage to fight? That's a new level, especially for you guys. Do I even want to know what it was about?"

"Probably not," I muttered, feeling suddenly very silly.

"Well, do you need help getting out of the pool? I don't even understand how you're in the middle of the pool fully dressed." He laughed, crossing his arms.

"No, I'm gonna stay here for a little while longer."

"You're not going to drown yourself are you?" He suddenly turned serious, watching me intently as I answered.

"No. Don't worry about me, I'm just going to mope for a little longer - if that's okay by you?" I queried dryly, putting my sunglasses back over my eyes properly.