Ch. 24 Boys, Parties, and Tattoos

                                    

                                          
I'm not sorry, that I don't feel bad for not updating. Well... actually I do. Idk, I just got lazy and I was like uhg... I can't type. Then a lot of stuff happened, and then Valentine happened. So yea... any-who, here's a short chapter to compensate for not updating. 
                          
Warning: Lucas is a FREAKIN GOD. JUST LOOK AT HIM. LOOOOOOOOOK
                          
Shout out to Cami... who is 'dating' him.
                          
Later in the day, after waking up from a wonderful nap, I went downstairs to see what the boys were. Only to my surprise that they were nowhere to be found. Okay what? After looking around the place I found a note that was stuck to the fridge. I took a glance out the window that was above Jake’s kitchen window, to find it pitch dark outside. So they decided to have a boy night out and leave me a not? Rolling my eyes I take a quick look at the note.
                          
Jaz,
                          
[Insert a bunch of chicken scratch here.]
                          
Jake, Oliver, Erick, Lucas, and Bailey
                          
I mean I had to sit down, and decipher it a word at a time. Which, might I add, took a little too long, but at least now I know that I need Jake to take calligraphy classes or something. His handwriting wasn’t just that bad, it was impossible to be is unreadable. But he'll probably reply with 'Are you my mom?' and then I will snap back at him with ‘shut the fuck up.’ Jake and I are close like that.
                          
After deciphering the letter it finds out Jake took them to a party at Siena Brown's, one of his co-workers from his show. They left around 6, and also they didn't want to wake me up because I was dead asleep. Well that was smart, because I would've been pissed as hell, and I would've killed them. I'm not kidding, they've been keeping me up all week, and I need my sleep. I’m just surprise that Lizzy and Samantha didn’t see it.
                          
I squint at the clock, and I arch an eyebrow. That can't be right. It was 1 in the morning according to the clock. I look back at the paper that read they left at 6. So they've been gone for 7 hours? What the hell? Okay, this now makes it official. They are, after all, complete idiots. No they are worse than idiots, they're dumb asses. I swear on my life I'll beat them with a bible when they get home, because they need God, Jesus Christ, and the Holy Spirit.
                          
As I pull my phone out to call them, I hear a loud bang come from the garage as I walk over to see Erick opening it, and three very drunk boys walk in. Well... I don't have to guess what they were doing at Seina Brown's party. But of course I’m going to be pissed, they just have to be immature and drink till they are drunk. Boys I swear.
                          
"Jaz I will never ask something from you ever again, but please help me," Erick begs as he tries to stand Oliver up who was slowly dragging himself down against the wall. Jake look more composed but his eyes seemed heavy as if he were about to doze off, I appreciate that he wasn’t as drunk. Meanwhile, Bailey and Lucas were poking one of Lucas' biceps as they sat on the floor. They look like shit. Correctiong, they all look like shit.
                          
"Come on," I say to the both of them as I hold out my hands.
                          
"Bed, now, sleep,"Jake mumbles as he stumbles out of the room. I don't think he made it far because I hear some crashing sounds in the living room. Oh well, he'll be fine. He's Jake.
                          
"Jaaaaaaz," Lucas stretches out my name as I look at him while he tries to get to his feet.
                          
"What?" I reply as Bailey starts to giggle like a maniac. Dear lord, is he high? Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if any of them were. This is how people are in Beverly Hills, too rich for our own good. Like what the hell do we spend out money on? Apparently on drink and stuff we don’t need. But that’s okay because we want it. Sometimes...