Page 169 of Stanton Unconditional

Oh my God, they have McDonald’s and are trying to hold it out to me to be funny. I find myself smiling into my pillow, trying to act asleep.

I feel something small hit my head and Cameron and Joshua burst out laughing again as Bridget shushes them.

I feel something hit me again and then again while they kill themselves laughing. Cameron is on the floor on his hands and knees trying to compose himself.

“We are so funny.” He laughs as he slaps his hand onto the carpet.

What the hell? I put my hand to my head in question. Oh my God, they are throwing fries at my head.

“What the fuck?” I yell.

The light turns on and Joshua bounds onto the bed and Cameron throws his whole packet of fries over the two of us.

“Cameron,” I scream.

Joshua smiles cheekily as he lies next to me on the bed propped up on an elbow. He picks up a fry from the bed and eats it.

“I bought you a Big Mac as a peace offering.” He holds out his hand and in it is a mangled Big Mac with half the wrapper missing.

I frown at his hand. “I’m good,” I mutter.

“It’s really good, I had three,” he slurs.

I can’t help it. I smile. “You had three Big Macs?” I ask. He does an over exaggerated nod, boy he really is drunk.

“Oh Hell,” Bridget whines. “The room is spinning. I don’t feel so good,” she slurs.

“How much have you idiots drunk?” I ask.

“Way too much,” Joshua sighs as he closes his eyes and throws the back of his forearm over his eyes.

“Joshua, put the food in the trash before you go to sleep,” I snap.

He shakes his head. “No,” he says flatly.

“Just save it for breakfast,” Cameron answers as he walks into my living room and flops onto the lounge.

Joshua immediately starts to drift off and Bridget goes to the bathroom.

“I’m going to throw up,” she moans.

I stand in annoyance and go to my linen closet and grab a blanket and throw it over Cam on the lounge and grab a bag and start picking up the fools’ fries that are scattered throughout my bed. Joshua is out cold, asleep on his back, and Bridget is in the bathroom throwing up.

I walk down the hall to her. “Are you ok Didge?” I ask.

“No, call me an ambulance,” she mutters from her seat on the floor.

I smile. “Come on into my spare bed.” I try to pull her up. “No, just leave me here. I’m fine.”

“Are you sure, baby?” I wipe her forehead.

“Mmm.” She puts her head onto her arms over her knees.

I hate that spinning room feeling. I leave the lights on for Didge and go back to bed and I screw my face up in disgust as I enter my room. Joshua smells like he has been tipping the tequila all over himself…and he’s been smoking, he stinks.

I smile as I drift off to sleep, at least he’s here. Drunk as a skunk and incoherent…but here, nonetheless.

I’m hot and crowded on my bed, and it is still very dark. Those expensive drapes are without a doubt the best thing I have ever purchased. I feel Joshua’s large erection in my back as I lie on my side and I can tell by his breathing he is still asleep. Bloody hell, he’s always up for it…conscious or not. I wriggle away from him. I’m exhausted and need to sleep some more. Fifteen minutes later, I feel Joshua’s hand grab my hipbone and bring my body back down to meet his.