{EDITED}
TW: Alcohol, vomiting

Maddison Brooks

Trevor and I had a fight after I cancelled coming over to him after my dance practice. My body had been burning and I didn't wanna over do more than I already had done after yesterday. I just needed a breath after continuing pushing my body into the breaking point for every practice just to hopefully get the win I always dreamed about.

Now I'm hanging over the toilet just as I have done for the past few hours after I woke up after passing out on the bathroom floor because of all the alcohol I drank last night. In the feeling of betraying my boyfriend for not being in the mood to deal with him and his actions.

"Mads, it's breakfast!" I heard mom yell from downstairs. Just the thought of food made me go back to how I had been all night. Vomiting.

Steps rushed up the stairs before I heard the door to my doom open with a push. "Maddie, where are you?" Evans' voice echoed from my room into the bathroom as I laid over the toilet seat if the nausea hit again.

"Don't come in!" I yelled, giving up my hidden place in the bathroom for the person who almost never can keep secrets.

"Are you okay?" Something made the door buckle from the other side.

"Sure, you can say that." I nodded for no one.

"Open the door." Evan sighs from the other side of the door loud enough for me to hear on the other side of the door.

"Nah, I'm fine."

"I saw the bottles, Maddison." My friend on the other side of the door announced. I groaned out loud while letting the back side of my hand dry my damp forehead. Lifting front the toilet seat and turning the doorknob so Evan could get inside when there was no more reason to ignore the fact that I was hungover from yesterday.

He sank down on his knees next to me as his hand went under the fabric of my T-shirt to massage my stomach in just the way he has done every time I've felt sick or been sick. I looked down at my plain T-shirt and bare legs tucked under me when I leaned the side of my head to the toilet seat.

Evan has seen me fully nude, "Am I wearing panties right now?" I wondered out loud. Evan slightly chuckled as he moved his hand to my hip bone before shaking his head. "Can you give me a pair?" He nodded before he reached the drawer next to him and rotted through the box before he grabbed a pair and gave them to me.

Somehow I got them on me before standing up. "I'm such a fuck up." I mumbled to myself.

"What happened even last night?" Evan asked as his hand kept rubbing my stomach nice and slow.

"Trevor and I had a fight, he told me shit." I mumbled, trying to keep my mouth closed as much as I can so I don't vomit again.

"What did he say?"

~~~

I clicked on Trevors number on my phone after I got out of the shower. My body was laying limb on my bed, I was too tired to move after the two hour practice. Usually I can train for four hours straight but I had a late night last night after my graduation with celebrations with my family and Charles. Which had tired me out into the bone.

"Are you coming over soon?" Trevor's voice speaks through the phone. How do I tell him I'm too tired to get to his house? He will flip, like he always does when he doesn't get what he wants.

"I'm sorry, I'm really tired.. Can you come to me instead?" The phone went quiet after. Shit. "Are you there?" I looked around in my room while I waited for an answer.

"I said you are coming to me. I don't give a damn if you are tired." He said after a few seconds of me holding in my breath, waiting for him to yell more than he has done yet so far.

"I'm sorry-" My boyfriend cut me off before I could finish my sentence.

"Don't say your fucking sorry when you clearly aren't. If you were sorry you would be here, sucking my dick." His voice was sluddery, I could almost feel the smell of alcohol from his breath in my nostrils over the phone. "I'm going to a club, be there if you want but remember to hide your fat." The line went dead quiet before a beep showed the call was over.

~~~

"Nothing" I shortly answered. Everyone already hated that I dated Trevor and last night's conversation would really not help in any way.

"You should go down and eat something."

"Everything I've tried to eat or drink has been coming up again. So no thanks." I said with a sarcastic smile.

"I'll go and grab something." Evan stood up and let his hand from my stomach making it feel as if the storm was going to interrupt after the calm. He left me alone with my thoughts before I could object.

Following his steps with my hearing, all the way before he stopped in the kitchen. Voices; Evan's, my brother's and Charles echoed up to the roof before I heard them sprint up the stairs and over the hardwood floor.

Snitch.

"Maddison what did you do?!" Max shouted as he walked just to stop a step after the doorway, making the two other guys stop abruptly after him to not knock into him.

Giving the guys at the door a wave before I turned to answer my brother. "Taking the party into my own hands." I shrugged as nausea filled my throat, leaning over the toilet seat and spit into the water at the bottom while hoping for the vomit to come, it didn't. I lifted my head up again. "Where is mom and dad?"

"They just left for work." Max said while he turned around bumping into Charles and Evan when he walked away from me. Forgetting the bottle or bottles in my room before my brother walked into the bathroom again with a bottle high in one of his hands. "What fuck is this?!"

I'm going to die.

"It looks like a bottle of liquor I drank last night." I shrugged as it was no big deal even if more than half the bottle was empty. "Surprising you don't know what it is."

"Of corse I know what it is but how the fuck did you get it?"

"I have my ways." I muttered, partly embarrassed by last night even if it had made me feel good even if it only was for a few hours. Max reached for the sink before the rest of the liquor in the bottle was poured out.

"No you don't. Now tell me what's going on." He crossed his arms over his torso after he paced the empty bottle on the counter next to the sink.

"Nothing! Why can't you guys just accept that sometimes people don't wanna talk about things!" All of them just looked at me before my brother unfolded his arms and grabbed my arm before yanking me after him and out of the bathroom. Setting me down on my bed before he let me go.

Max walked over to my desk and dragged the chair over the floor, making my head hurt from the sound together with the hangover.

Evan just stood by the door trying to catch up with what just happened; my brother dragging me to my room from sitting perfectly on the bathroom floor. He was wearing a light blue thin sweater matched with high waisted light black jeans. I should borrow them sometime. My five four body height would need to roll up the ends but they'd still look great.

Charles stood leaning against the doorway between my room and the bathroom. His dark messy hair laid perfectly on his head, how do boys do that? I can fix my hair and thirty seconds later it looks like a rat hole. His dark, deep eyes looked everywhere but on me. I got a perfect view on his sharp jawline, if I touched it; it would cut and bleed.

His torso was covered in a black hoodie and under just by his neck I could see shapes of a silver chain. The shirt arms were rolled up to his elbow leaving a great view over the veins that popped up from his front arm to his hand. Around his wrist was a sliver chain matching the necklace. Rings around the depth of his long fingers.

"I'm going to sit here with you until you tell me what's going on." My brother said, making me move my gaze to my brother that sat down on my chair with his legs spread and back against the back of the chair.

His white shirt was tight, showing his muscled body.

I looked over to Evan trying to get help out of here but his eyes were on my brother.

Not the time to find my brother attractive now little Evan. 

"Nothing is going on, I just wanted to do something the first day after finishing  high school." I muttered when I realized I would not get any help from the two boys in my room that was there for no reason if they were not there to help me out.

"I heard you said you were going to your... Trevors house." Charles snitched, looking directly at me with his gaze that turned me on fire; something that hadn't happened in the same way before he moved.

"Yeah, I canceled."

"So the two of you had a fight because you didn't show up at his house.." My brother muttered.

Ding, ding, ding.

Ten points to Max.

"Yeah you can say that." I mumbled quietly.

"That guy is a problem, I don't like him even if I got a million dollars to like him." Max said while folding his arms over his chest once again.

"You don't mean that, he is good to me."

"He isn't." I heard Charles' low  voice from where he stood. No one looked like they heard what he said so I played it off as I never heard him open his mouth.

"Anyways get out of my room. I'm going to change, I have dance class if you remember."

"You are calling Cameron and tell him you train from home because you are not leaving the house without any of us." Max said, standing up from my chair and dragging it back to my desk.

"Damn, though I could smuggle some more good shit on the way..." I muttered sarcastically, earning a stern look from my brother.

"Be happy I even leave you alone to change. No one here wants to see my little sister naked"

"Evan has already seen me nude," I said. All eyes went on me, my brother just looked at me, not one bit surprised. Evan looked like he wanted to slap me, Charles looked from me to Evan and back. "He is gay." I continued.

"Yeah, I know." Max said as it was the most obvious thing in the world.

•••

"Chris Evans and I have a lot of similarities." Evan claimed as he filled this mouth full with popcorn. "We both like fucking butt." I tried to hold back a laugh, but ended up almost choking on the popcorn in my mouth because I couldn't stop laughing at his point of view.

Accidentally swallowing popcorn without shewing made me cough as I was about to die when the door opened abruptly. "Do you still have alcohol in your system or are you just your normal self?" My brother asked when he leaned into the couch, bringing the smell of sweat into the room.

"One, probably. Two, I'm not weird. Three, go and take a shower." I held my hand over my nose trying to get the point that he smells worse than trash.

"Sure." My brother simply shrugged when he turned around and walked up the stairs while texting someone on his phone. Still the smell of sweat lingered in the air even if my brother left, smelling almost as someone farted.

Feeling someone burn my skin, I looked up. Charles' forearms were leaning against the back of the couch just behind me. His skin glistened with sweat on his bare torso, his breath hollow. Charles' muscles bulged under his skin, the black tattoo on the side of his ribs glimmered with the sun from the window next to him touching his sweaty body.

Meeting his eyes once I looked up. They were brown, almost black except for the fire inside them that seemed to burn me even if I tried to ignore the burn on my skin. As his lips started turning into a smirk; ready to say something probably inappropriate, I looked back to the TV screen. "Aren't you going to shower?" I asked before I filled my mouth with popcorn to not let out any unnecessary comments.

"Only one shower." He mumbled, his hand dove down in the popcorn bowl between me and Evan before I could smack it away.

"Now you made the popcorn sweaty!" I shrieked as I punched my fist into his stomach behind him. Something that only made him chuckle as he threw the popcorn into his mouth. "Dickhead." Taking a breath before opening my mouth before making a big mistake. "You can borrow my shower, but I swear to god if you do something inappropriate in there I'm never letting you in there again."

"Thank you." His lips were wearing a smirk as I looked up to him before he turned his back against me. Walking two steps at the time up the stairs, making his back muscles flex in front of my eyes before I looked back at the TV screen again when he closed the door into my room after himself.

Evan looked at me when I looked at him. "Why did you let him borrow your shower? You never do that!" He whispered in a shout to me.

"I have no idea."