Page 15 of Finding Hope

Me:Wait. Are you talking to me or Jess?

Laine:I can taste vomit and tacos. I don’t remember either…

Me:What time did you get home?

Jess:She’s not home yet!

Laine:I’m not home yet…

Jess:You whore. Bring fried chicken on your walk of shame.

Me:You’re gonna be in soooo much trouble when you get home. He isn’t here.

Laine:Shit!

Jess:Don’t worry. He’s not here, either.

Kari:How’d you get me in trouble? What did I do?

Me:He knows you didn’t leave with us! Where are you?

Kari:Dammit!! Crap! Shit! What does he know? He’s gonna kill me.

Me:I think they’re heading out soon. They’re up and eating, so maybe he’ll forget you’re a whore.

Kari:Tell him I slept at the twins’ place!

Jess:But you didn’t… -_-

Laine:I can’t find my thong.

Laine:Leaving without it. Stall the guys.

Jess:Don’t forget my chicken!

Laine:STFU! Get your own damn chicken.

Me:Damn, she’s cranky today.

Jess:I want biscuits, too. And Coke. Lots of Coke.

Laine:You’d be cranky, too, if you could still taste vomit, you had to walk home like a common whore, and you couldn’t find your phone.

I snort and send toast crumbs all over my blankets.

Me:You can’t find your phone?

That missing thong must be seriously messing with her head.

Laine:Seriously, I can’t find it! I can’t leave it. I can’t afford to replace it.

Jess:You’re a moron. Check your hand.

Laine:Fuckkkkk.

Me:Wanna get dinner tonight?

Kari:I’m going home in a minute. Then I’m sleeping until I’m on shift tomorrow. I neeeeed sleep.

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