Megan's POV
Opening my eyes was a huge mistake. The bright light peeking in through the curtains blinded me.
How much did I drink last night?
Squinting my eyes, I looked around. I wasn't in some random guys room, but I wasn't in Sloans either. Looking around the room, I sighed in relief as I looked at the familiar pictures on the wall.
But there was one thing missing. Skye.
Sitting up slowly, I noticed there was a note with my name on it.
'There's advil on the counter in the bathroom. And you know where the cups are. I'll be out for most of the day, but I'm sure Sloan will be back soon.
-Skye'
Smiling lightly, I got up and went to the bathroom grabbing the Advil. It was actually pretty flattering that she thought to leave a note.
Since it was only a Saturday, I just decided to lounge on the couch and watch some criminal minds for the day.
*****
I was startled awake when the door slammed closed. "I am never drinking again!" Sloans voice carried through the house.
"Bad hangover?"
"Ugh, the worst!" Sloan exclaimed, plopping down next to me. "But at least the guy was nice."
"Nice as in great in bed? Or nice as in a proper gentlemen?"
"Both. After last night, he cooked Mr breakfast. And it was actually pretty good." Sloan explained.
"Sounds like a great night."
"What about you? You go home with someone?"
"Nah, I got really drunk and Skye took me home."
She nodded, standing and stretching out her body. "Where'd she go anyways?"
"I don't know."
"Well, you want a sandwich or something?"
"Sure."
Joining her in the kitchen, I grabbed the bread out of the pantry. "Chicken or Turkey?"
"Turkey."
"Colby or Pepper jack?"
"Pepper jack. BBQ or Sour cream chips?"
"Sour cream most definitely."
I like this part of Sloan and I's friendship. Where we can make sandwiches together in the kitchen, while still mostly hungover.
"Here you go." Sloan said, handing me two plates. As I poured some chips onto each plate, Sloan pulled two bottled waters and set them on the table. "So, what'd Skye think of drunk Megan?"
"I have no idea actually. I was practically black out drunk. So I don't really remember anything."
"Damn. Hopefully you didn't make too much of a fool out of yourself." Sloan joked.
"One could hope." I joked back. But now that I looked back on it, I really don't remember anything. I mean, I remember getting into her car, but everything after that was a total blur.
"I'm sorry about that douche showing up though. If I had none he was gonna be there, I would've picked another party."
"Its ok really." I said, picking at my food, I couldn't help but think back to what happened. Bits and pieces flashed back into my head. Mostly just the babbling I did when Skye drove us home.
"He's still a major ass."
"He is." I agreed.
"I wonder how much you blabbled." Sloan mocked.
"What do you mean?"
"Oh come on, you an I both know how much you like to ramble when you're drunk."
"Ok, that's true."
I couldn't really argue that. Mostly because once we, mostly I, got so hammered, I went on for five hours about bananas. Fucking bananas.
"Exactly, aren't I always right?"
"I mean not always." I laughed.
She put her hand over her heart in mock hurt. "Ok, well the majority of the time I am."
"Yeah, you have the superior instinct." I said, standing to put my plate in the sink. Once again being startled by the door slamming open.
Skye hesitated a bit, before setting her bag down and tossing her keys on the counter. She looked like she had been working at a construction site all day by how much dirt covered her.
"Hey." She greeted. Grabbing a sunny-d out of the fridge.
"Hey." I greeted back.
"Hey there big sis. You had a job today?" Sloan asked, motioning towards Skye's dirtied clothes.
"Yeah, the Jeffersons are building a pool in their back yard." Skye explained, dusting herself off a bit.
"Oh, how much are they paying you?"
"Five."
"Five dollars? Are you serious? Skye, I think you should rethink your fees." Sloan interjected.
"No Sloan, not five dollars, five grand. They wanted to hire a contractor but they would probably low ball 'em, and make it out of some cheap ass material." Skye said, chugging the rest of her sunny-d.
"Wow, maybe I should be working with you. If you make that much money just on one job." Sloan joked.
"Sitting around telling me where things should does not count as helping."
Faking mock hurt, Sloan flipped her hair, and walked out of the kitchen.
Turning towards Skye, I decided it would be nice of me to at least thank her for getting me home safe. "Hey, thanks for last night."
"What about it?" She quizzed, looking over at me. Her eyes seemed to study me a bit. As if she were really trying to figure something out. Its like she was trying to figure me out.
"Getting me home." I clarified.
"Oh, um, no problem." Her voice sounded uneasy, like she wanted to say something.
"Uh, Skye?" If there really was something bothering her, I would have to tread extremely carefully.
"Yeah?"
"How are you?" I asked softly.
"Uh, tired?" She answered. Leaning against the island.
"No, I mean, how are today?"
"Megan, are you asking me how I'm feeling?" She sarcastically asked.
"Skye......" I said, a bit more confidence in my voice.
"What do you remember from last night?" I was a bit caught off guard by her question.
"Not much." I answered honestly. I really didn't remember a lot from last night. Except that I rambled a lot. Hell, I wasn't even sure what I was rambling about.
Skye looked a bit disappointed, but shrugged it off with a laugh. "You are quite an interesting drunk."
"Skye, seriously, is there something wrong?" I questioned further.
"No. But I'm sure you'll remember soon enough. That is how most blackouts work."
I narrowed my eyes, but before I could question her any further she turned, grabbing her things, and walked away.
Shrugging away my confusion, I headed up to Sloans room. "Hey, you think I should get my nails done?" Sloan asked from her bed.
"Like at a salon?" I asked.
"Yeah, like, professionally done. With those little designs and things." Handing me her phone, she showed me her pinterest. Scrolling through, I looked at the many pictures of nails that had little pictures on them. Like butterflies, some had small animals on them.
"These would look so cute on you." I said excitedly, showing her a picture of some nails with little pom poms on them. It would fit her perfectly, considering she was head cheerleader.
"Yeah, maybe I could get them in our schools colors?" Sloan pondered.
"Totally. We should go."
"Yayyyy!" Sloan said excitedly, hopping up and grabbing her clothes.
It'll be nice to have a spa day. Especially with Sloan.
Some great best friend time was needed.