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“No. Seriously. Just be safe until I get there, okay?”
“You’re the best, Marjorie. I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Lyd.”
“No. Like I really, really love you, Marjorie. Like so, so much. More than you know.”
I can’t help but laugh. Lydia always gets extra lovey when she’s drunk. “I’ll be right there.”
I tell everyone what’s going on and apologize for leaving then drive to Thalia’s house. My parents are out to dinner, but even if they were home, I know they wouldn’t care about me driving at this point.
When I pull into Thalia’s driveway, Lydia is already waiting on her front porch. Her face is in her hands and she looks like she’s either sick or sad, but when her eyes meet mine, a big smile parts her lips.
She does what I think is supposed to be a skip, but is more like a stumble, over to my car. She struggles with the door even though it’s unlocked, and when she finally gets in, she falls into the front seat. “What a night,” she says while holding her head.
“What happened?”
“Sebastian Cole was trying to have sex with me, and I was highly considering it.”
“Well, you guys have had sex before, right?”
“Yeah, and I’m so fucking sick of it.”
“Sick of sex with Sebastian?”
Lydia shakes her head. “Sick of sex. Sick of kissing. Sick of faking feelings.”
“Faking feelings? Is that what you’re doing?” I’m trying to follow the conversation, but I’m struggling to understand.
“It’s all I ever do. I’ve never had real feelings for anyone I’ve hooked up with.”
“No one?” This is definitely news to me. Lydia never told me she was in love with any of these guys, but I figured she at least had some feelings for a few of them.
“Nope.” Lydia dramatically pops the P. “It’s because I’m…” She cuts herself off and takes a few deep breaths. “I’m going to be sick.”
I reach into my back seat and dig around until I find an old fast food bag. Thank god I’m a mess. I hand the bag to her just in time. She immediately heaves into the bag, and the smell of barf fills my car. This girl is lucky I love her. “Doing okay, buddy?”
Lydia doesn’t answer with words and instead groans in response. That well, huh?
We don’t say anything the rest of the drive and when we get back to my house, I quickly get her out of the car and into my room. I say a short hello to everyone as I pass the family room and hope no one is offended. Once we are in my room, I help Lydia change into sweats then walk her over to the bed and direct her into it, pulling the covers over her once she’s laying down.
She yawns and smiles up at me. “You’re too good for me,” she says wistfully. She grabs my cheeks and pulls me close enough that our foreheads are touching. “I love you, Marjorie Madden. Don’t ever change.”
As soon as she lets go and I pull away, her eyes close and within seconds, she’s snoring. I grab the trash can sitting by my desk and put it next to the bed then place a quick kiss on her forehead. A light knock on the door causes me to jump in the air.
When I look over, Payton is standing in the doorway. “I’m sorry if I scared you. I just wanted to check if you guys are okay.”
“Aside from the fact that someone is going to have a massive hangover tomorrow, all is good here.”
Payton nods. “Just wanted to make sure. I’ll let you go.”
She turns to leave, but I reach out and grab her arm. “Since you’re here, I might as well give you a tour of my room, right?”
“Oh, yeah, sure.”
I’m not really sure what a tour entails since my room isn’t that big, so I move my arms in a circle. “Here it is. Payton meet room. Room meet Payton.” God, I’m a dork.
If she thinks I’m ridiculous, Payton doesn’t show it. She smiles as she looks around the room, taking it in one section at a time. “Very nice to meet you, room. You’re beautiful.”
