I sleep in late the next day. I didn't drink a thing last night, I just don't want to get up. We got home at three in the morning and I've slept enough but it feels like there's nothing to do. I wake up at about ten and then fall back asleep until 1 in the afternoon until I realise I should probably get up.
When I get to the living room, Jonas is stretched out on the couch and the beautiful Chris is lounging around in the arm chair and they're both playing some video game. I suddenly feel horrified about how I look when I get out of bed. I'm wearing shorts but I'm also wearing a very large t-shirt (that has a picture of Hannah Montanna on the front. I ordered it when I was little but I had no idea that I had to pick a certain size so I ended up with XXL. I hate my ten year old self right now) that makes it look like the shorts aren't even there. My hair is half up half down and not in the good way, and I didn't bother taking my makeup off last night so I have random bits of lipstick on and around my mouth and very patchy eyeliner, with only one eye winged.
I start to leave the room again but realise that'd look really weird seeing as I've just been stood here for a moment and I change directions to dive into the kitchen before they turn their attention from the video game to me. At the exact moment I'm scurrying away, Jonas laughs, pausing the game.
"Ruby, I know it's a new house but it's not that hard to navigate." he jokes.
I stand there, blushing. I see Chris turn his eyes away from the screen and he quickly scans my pyjamas before tactfully looking away to avoid embarrassment. It didn't work. I feel my cheeks burn up, my ears hot. I mumble something about finding Mom and try my hardest not to run into the kitchen.
Mom's in there, making some lunch for everybody. She smiles at me when I walk in.
"Afternoon sweetheart. Sleep well?"
"Yes thanks." I say, still mortified from the encounter just now. "Jonas' friend is here."
"I know that, honey." she chuckles.
"I didn't!" I groan. "I just made myself look like such an idiot. I look hideous when I wake up in the morning."
"Why do you care what Chris thinks of you?" she asks, raising an eyebrow, a little smile on her face.
"Mom, it's not about Chris." it's not a complete lie. "I'd care which ever one of Jonas' friends it was."
"Well have some breakfast and then go and have a shower. Then you can redeem yourself." she places some cereal and a glass of ice water in front of me and then smirks. "Or maybe just pour the water on your head. You're bright red, Rubes."