I wake up the next morning to the blood curdling sound of my school alarm going off. I roll over, and look at the time. Its already 6:30 in the fucking morning. I got a total of about 3 hours of sleep. I'm still fucking drunk, and high. I contemplate on saying fuck it, and just staying home today, but I decide to just go, and get it over with. I only have one class, since I'm a senior I get out at 9:30. I dreadfully slide out of bed, and gather my things to get in the shower. Once I'm done that, I quickly blow dry and straighten my hair, and do my makeup. I check the time, take one last look in the mirror, grab my bag, and slip my coat on. I walk out into the frigid December air, and kick myself in the ass for quitting my last job. If I would have kept it I would have enough money to at least put a down payment on a cheap car.
After I've walked about ten minutes, it starts flurrying, and I say 'Fuck this, I'm taking Josh's car'. I walk back to the house, and as soon as I step in the front door I hear the phone ring.
"Jane, it's your mom." She slurs.
"I'm calling to- hahaha!" She stops talking to me, and starts talking to whoever she's with.
"Mom." I say trying to grab her attention, but she doesn't pay me any mind.
"Mom!" I repeat.
"What?!" She shouts.
"What are you calling to say? I've got to get to school."
"I'm calling to say fuck you! Haha no I'm joking I'm calling to tell you that I met up with an old friend last night, and he wants to take me to Vegas for a week!"
"So when are you leaving? When are you coming to pack your bags?"
"They're packed. I loaded the car up last night!" She giggles, and I just hang up the phone. God I fucking hate her.
I walk down stairs into Josh's room, and the extreme chill overwhelms me. I walk over to his space heater, and turn it all the way up. "Josh." I say, and lightly tap his arm.
"Hm." He grunts.
"Josh, I gotta tell you something wake up."
"Hm." He says louder.
"Moms going to Vegas."
"Moms going to Vegas?" He says sitting up.
"Yeah she just called, and told me. She'll be gone for a week."
"Awesome." He smiles. "A whole week without having to hear Nancy's mouth, or see her fucking mug." He says, and I chuckle.
"Right. Can I take your car to school? I started walking but then it started snowing."
"What time is it?" He asks, then answers his own question by looking at the time on his phone. "It's 10 of 8." He announces. "You're going to be late."
"Fuck it. I'm not even going."
"I'm already going to be late, and I'm really not fucking feelin it anyway. I'm going to lay back down for a little while, then I'll run to the store, and get something for dinner tonight."
"Ok cool. I'll go with you. I've got to get some shit."
With that I go upstairs to my room, change back into my pajamas, and go to sleep.
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Jane is Josh's little sister. They've been through hell, and back having only each other. What will happen when Jane, and Josh's friend jack developed a relationship? WARNING: STORY CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE, AND STRONG SEXUAL CONTENT. Please rememb...