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With a groan, I sat up. What the heck was going on? It had to be the middle of the night.
I climbed from the bed to investigate the strange sound. I couldn’t decide if it was someone knocking on the apartment door or something else. The noise was strange…
Once I was out of the bedroom, it was easy to deduce that the noise was, indeed, someone at the door. But they definitely weren’t knocking on it with their fist. It sounded more like they were using their whole body…or head…
Scared to go to the door—because let’s face it, I wasn’t exactly the strongest person on the planet—I went to wake up Trace.
“Trace,” I pushed his shoulder, trying to rouse him from sleep. “Trace,” I shook him a bit harder.
“Huh?” His eyes cracked open a bit, just a thin slit of green showing through.
“There’s someone at the door,” I hissed.
“What time is it?” He rubbed his eyes, yawning.
“Two,” I muttered, looking at the clock beside the bed. “I don’t know who it is and I’m scared to open the door,” I admitted reluctantly, playing with the ends of my hair.
He sat up and rolled out of bed, pulling on a pair of jeans, which he left unbuttoned. “I’ll check it out,” he assured me, kissing the end of my nose.
I tiptoed behind him and out of the bedroom. He undid the deadbolt and slowly opened the door.
Whoever was standing there fell into his arms.
“Avery?” I gasped, taking in the vibrant red hair.
“Mhmmmmitsme,” she slurred drunkenly.
Since she seemed to have lost the ability to move her legs, Trace picked her up, and gently laid her down on the couch.
I grabbed a bottle of water before kneeling beside her. She was completely wasted and the dress she’d worn to Nick and Nora’s wedding was ruined. It was covered in grass and mud stains, as was her body.
My eyes widened, zeroing in on something wrapped around her neck. I gasped when I realized what it was.
“Avery! Why is your underwear around your neck?” I bit my lip to hold back laughter. I mean, it wasn’t every day your best friend showed up at your place drunk with underwear around her neck.
“Huh?” She looked at me with bleary eyes and fingered the silky string of fabric around her neck. “Must have taken em’ off.”
“Obviously,” I snorted. “What were you doing?”
“I’m pretty sure it involved beer and sex in a field…by the way, don’t ever try that,” she warned Trace and me, pointing at us with a shaky finger, “it really itches.”
I covered my mouth to stifle my laughter, but quickly sobered. “Wait…who’d you have sex with?”
Last I’d heard, she and Luca weren’t together…unless they’d gotten together tonight.
“The guy I bought the beer from was getting off work and we both wanted to have some fun. I think his name was Austin. Or maybe it was John? Brad? Anyway, he wasn’t very good,” she pouted. “Hey, is that water for me?” She reached for the bottle in my hand.
“Oh yeah, sorry,” I handed it to her.
She slurped at it greedily and when the bottle was empty she let out a very undignified burp.
“I miss Luca,” she began to cry. “I keep trying to forget him, but I can’t Libby,” she slurred my name. “I lub him.” She wrapped her arms awkwardly around my shoulders and sobbed. I’m pretty sure she drooled on my neck too.
I bit my lip and looked up at Trace helplessly. I had no idea what to do with her.
“Uhm,” I patted her back. “I’m sorry?” It came out as a question.
“All I d-d-do is p-push p-p-people away,” she cried.
