Hey,

So this is the second chapter. Comments please. I still have some trouble with tenses and grammar, so please help anyway you can.

Love,

N

Chapter two: Four hours of sleep does not cure drunkenness.

Brooke lay on her stomach, listening to the blaring music. She moved her hand around looking for the source and began to pat the air next to her, but gradually moved it down until she was hitting something hard.

“Stupid alarm clock.” She muttered half asleep. She moved her nails along the smooth surface, Bridget’s foot, looking for the snooze button.

“Stop it!” Bridget giggled. She pulled her foot back quickly from Brooke’s tickling – trying to find the snooze button – which resulted in hitting Brooke in the face.

“Ouch!” Brooke complained covering her nose and mouth with both hands. “Bridget that hurt.” She glared at her friend and rolled over on her back, releasing her hands from her wounded area. Bridget laughed and said,

“I’m sorry, sweetie.” She blew a kiss to Brooke and sighed as she stretched her arms over the top of her head. She wiggled her body to the song on the radio – as if she were a belly dancer – then swung her long lean legs over the side of April’s high bed.

“Please hit the snoo-o-oze.” Brooke told Bridget lazily, rolling over on her side. Bridget did as Brooke asked and Metro Station’s “Shake it” ended.

“Thank-you.” Brooke whispered drunkenly before falling back asleep.

*

“Brooke, get up! We have to be in school in forty-five minutes.” April told Brooke poking her sharply in the side. She stood next to the bed, her arms crossed under her double D chest.

Brooke popped open her violet eyes and stared at the deep red walls; she moved her head slightly to look at April.

“So?” She asked sleepily putting a pillow on top of her face, she was flat on her back, her arms crossed under her perky B cups.

“So? You have to get up and get showered.” April said plucking the pillow off of Brooke’s face and tried to sit her up straight.

“April!” Brooke whined.

“Up. Now. Shower.” April walked out of the room after she had sat Brooke upright. Brooke flopped back on bed and stared at the snow white ceiling. After several seconds of Brooke pondering and sniffing her armpits, she decided that deodorant would not cut it.

She heard April and Bridget talking in the hall, then footsteps emerged. Brooke quickly got up off her toned ass, and looked for a place to hide. April came back into the room, Brooke stood up grinning at her, she sighed and took Brooke’s hand.

“Come on sweetie. You stink.” She told Brooke as she walked her out of them room and into a huge chocolate brown bathroom that contained a large stand up shower and a wide bath tub with jets.

Brooke furrowed her brow and grumbled at April but didn’t speak. She was having difficulty forming sentences this morning, she didn’t understand why though.

“Get in the shower. I’m going to get towels from Lucy.” April told Brooke letting go of her hand and leaving her Private bathroom.

Brooke nodded her head and looked around April’s bathroom that was two inches smaller than her own. She scratched the back of her leg with the other one and walked forward, but there seemed to be something stopping her.

“Ouch!” She yelped rubbing her forehead.

“Brooke! Why didn’t you open the door before you tried to go in?” April asked dropping the towels that were in her hand on the floor. She walked over to the shower and pulled open the door.

“It’s glass! I couldn’t see it.” Brooke told her rubbing her forehead vigorously. April sighed and began to undo the buttons on Brooke’s white blouse that she had slept in the previous night – well four hours.

Brooke batted her hand away, “I can do it myself.” She told April trying to undo the next button. She fumbled for a few seconds before April finally took over.

“I can take off my panties and bra. Turn around.” Brooke said moving her index finger in a somewhat circular motion.

April grinned to herself and turned around so she was facing the wall and not Brooke. She smoothed out the royal blue viscose skirt that she was required to wear at her school and ran a finger through her mid-length hair. Brooke’s grunting filled her ears and she bit her lip before a giggle escaped.

“The stupid bra is stuck.” Brooke yelled reaching her hands over her head. April smiled and went behind Brooke; she undid the bra in a quick second.

Brooke rolled her eyes up to the ceiling and crossed her arms under her bare boobs, “You make everything look so easy.” She grumbled. April laughed, knowing Brooke would not have said that without the wine, and reached her hand into the shower to turn the knob on cold.

“Get in.” She said stepping aside. Brooke stood there, looking dumbfounded. April groaned and grabbed Brooke’s arm to push her in.

Brooke squealed as April shut the door, “April its cold!” She cried. April shut door behind her and placed two towels on the hook next the shower.

April placed the other towel on the floor – so Brooke wouldn’t flood the place – and said “Good, it will wake you up."

“I’m already awake stupid!” Brooke shouted through the rushing water. She fiddled with knob until she had steam coming out of the shower.

April chuckled, “Oh my god, Brooke.” She said leaving the bathroom to let Brooke shower until she was kind of sober.