Liv's P.O.V:
I roll my eyes. "Hello?"
"Heyyy, Liivvvv," someone slurs on the other line, I think it's Gilinsky.
"Jack? Where are you?" I get dressed.
"Ummm, I am at Jaaaason's partyyyy! Come and dance with me!" He cheers and I chuckle.
"I'm coming to get you. Get the other guys and stay together. I will be there in fifteen minutes," I walk out of Mom's room and go downstairs.
"Hayes, I have to go get the guys, they got shit-faced at a party. Stay here, stay out of my room, and don't light the house on fire. I might need your help when I get back, I'm still pissed at all of them." I slip my Vans on.
"Alright, be careful. Love you," he doesn't look up from his the X-Box.
"I'll be back," I go into the garage and get in the van the guys bought for when they're all here.
I start the engine and drive to the party, there's red cups, booze bottles, and couples making out all over the front yard.
I see all the guys in the house, and they're all wasted.
"Heyy there party girlllll," Aaron hugs me.
"We're leaving," I push him off me, and they follow me outside.
"Get in the car. Now." I open the door.
"You're so cute when you're maaaad," Shawn pinches my cheeks, and Taylor gets in the driver's seat.
"Taylor, you're not driving," I grab his hand and try to pull him out of the seat.
"Whyyyyy?" He slurs and giggles.
"You're drunk as fuck. Get in the backseat!" I raise my voice and he gets in the back.
I drive home to them all singing, screaming, and laughing.
I pull into the driveway and open the doors for them.
As soon as they get inside, Hayes and his friends start cracking up.
"What the hell is so funny?" I roll my eyes.
"Come here," Hayes pulls me over by Johnson. I notice his pupils are dilated and bloodshot. He's being unusually quiet, too.
"What's wrong with him?" I turn to them.
"He's high!" They all laugh.
"Oh, shit. Hayes, y'all are sleeping in my room tonight, I don't want any of them in there. I don't care where they sleep as long as it's in the house and it's not in mine or mom's room. Figure something out while I try to get at least three of them in Nash's room, okay?"
He nods and I grab Nash, Cameron, and Taylor by their arms and drag them into Nash's room. I throw them each a pair of basketball shorts.
"Change into these," I calmly say, and they surprisingly obey.
"You're reealyyyy prettyyyy," Cameron wraps his arms around my waist. I can smell the alcohol on him, and it makes me want to puke.
"Go to sleep. Y'all will thank me in the morning," I get out of his grip, and they all lay down and I exit the room.
Hayes put Aaron, Shawn, and Carter in his room.
Matt keeps hugging me from behind.
"Matt, stop and come with me," I grab him by the wrist and go to Will's room. Gilinsky and Johnson are already in there.
I throw shorts at them, they put them on, and then they lay down.
"Damn, they're a lot of work." I mumble and go to the kitchen.
"You're telling me," Hayes says back and his friends come into the kitchen. I see it's 11:30, so I just get a glass of water.
"Goodnight, guys." I yawn.
"They have to leave at seven for church, so they'll be gone when you wake up," Hayes calls.
"Okay," I sigh and head upstairs.
I lay in bed and slowly fall asleep.
*********
"Liv, wake up," Hayes lightly shakes me awake.
"Go away, I'm mad at you," I hiss back and close my eyes.
"I want waffles, though," he whines.
"I'm not your maid, make your own damn waffles," I growl.
"Please?"
"No, Hayes. I wanna sleep," I roll my eyes.
He sits on my stomach and pins my arms down.
"Make me some waffles!" He yells like a ten-year-old.
"Holy shitballs, fine." I roll my eyes and he smirks.
"Thank you," he gets off me and I get out of bed.
I put on some black Adidas sweats, some socks, and a blue Nike sports bra. I just throw my hair in a messy bun and then I head downstairs.
I grab whipped cream, strawberries, and syrup out of the fridge and put them on the counter.
I make five waffles, two for me, three for Hayes.
"Haaas!" I yell and he's there within seconds. I eat my waffles plain, while Hayes puts everything on his.
I spray some whipped cream into my mouth and he opens his mouth, and I spray a ton in his mouth.
"What the hell?" He laughs, as it falls out of his mouth.
I burst into laughter, and he glares at me. I eat one waffle, then decide I want Starbucks.
"You can have this," I hand him the waffle, "I want Starbucks," I grab a t-shirt and keys.
"I want the usual!" He gives me a 5 dollar bill.
"Okay, I'll be back soon," I leave and head out to my car.
I start the engine and listen to 'Daylight' by 5SOS and drive to Starbucks.
I order a large mocha cookie crumble with a shot of espresso, and Hayes's cotton candy frappucuino.
I pull into the garage an head inside.
"¿Donde esta Poo Bear?" I shout when I don't see him.
He sneaks up behind me and I almost drop the drink. I smack him.
"Don't do that," I laugh and hand him his drink.
"Thanks, Liv. Can I have a drink?" He sticks out his bottom lip.
"Yeah, I ordered espresso in it though, I'm exhausted," I hand him my drink and he sips it through the straw.
"This is really good!" He hands me my drink back and I nod.
"I wouldn't order something nasty!" I giggle and walk into the kitchen. Nash, Cameron, and Taylor are awake.
"Hey Liv," Cameron looks out from the fridge.
I don't respond. I'm too pissed at them.
I roll my eyes and sit on the island.
I sip my drink and then Nash steals it from my hands.
I smack his head and he gives it back.
"What crawled up your ass this morning?" He snaps at me.
"I don't know, asshole, maybe the fact that I barely got any sleep because of you and your friends?"
"What do you mean?" Taylor butts in.
"Gilinsky called me at ten last night and he was wasted. I had to come pick y'all up at that party, get you home, make sure you got changed, and forced you to sleep. Then Hayes wanted waffles or some shit, so I had to wake up at eight to make food. Then you act like nothing happened. And you still ask what crawled up my ass," I raise my voice and roll my eyes.
"Stop screaming!" Johnson yells as he comes into the kitchen and steals my drink.
"Stop it." I snatch my drink from him.
"What's wrong?" He rolls his eyes.
"I'm not explaining this again, so listen up. I picked y'all up, made you go to bed, and barely got any sleep. And you, my friend, were higher than the moon last night," I chuckle.
"No I wasn't," he denies.
"Yeah, you were. Your pupils were dilated, and you were giggling like an eight-year-old," I sigh.
"I don't remember that,"
"Y'all were shit-faced last night, that's why," I get off the counter and head upstairs.
"Liv! Where's the Advil?" Nash whines as they invite themselves into my room.
"Not in here. Figure it out, I'm busy," I sigh.
"You find it," he fusses.
"It's not my problem that y'all have a raging hangover," I sass back.
"It's not my problem that you have a raging period," he mocks my tone.
"Get out. I'm not dealing with this right now," I roll my eyes.