One Wild Night (7 page)

I laughed and grabbed the black pen, drawing a very crude
drawing of a penis and a face that conveniently had the open mouth where his
belly button was. I smiled at it proudly as Ashton giggled and slapped me a
high-five.

By the time the boys were done with him, he was more marker
pen than skin. I felt sorry for him, but at least there was nothing on his face
or neck, so when he was walking Rosie down the aisle tomorrow, no one would
know.

My eyes felt heavy from the drink and the lack of sleep. I
had no idea what time it was but the sun was up already. I sat forward in my
seat and rubbed at my eyes. There was no way I was falling asleep and getting
drawn on by these punks!

People were calming down now, settling back into their seats,
and it was clear the night was finally over. I breathed a sigh of relief that I
had gotten to keep my hair – well, the stuff on my head, anyway. I was also
secretly glad it wasn’t me who got a ‘no entry’ tattoo on my ass, because that
would have been hard to explain to the little missus on our honeymoon.

“Are we done now?” the driver called over his shoulder. “I
was only booked until six o’clock, so am I dropping you guys off at another bar
or taking people home now?”

I smiled gratefully that he seemed to have suggested exactly
what was on my mind. “Home now, thanks,” I called before anyone could suggest
one more drink somewhere else. The driver nodded and turned to start dropping
people off.

Because we dropped everyone else off first, it took almost
forty minutes before we pulled up at Ashton’s apartment. My dad, George, me,
Ashton and Seth were all sleeping at Ashton’s, so we drunkenly staggered up the
aisle of the minibus. My dad and Seth both had an arm around George’s waist as
they headed off the minibus, supporting most of his weight because he was still
slightly out of it and was barely able to keep his eyes open. I was about ready
to pass out myself.

“Bye, and thanks for driving us. You rock, Mr Driver Man!” I
chirped, staggering over to give him a hug, spilling some of my beer down his
back.

He frowned and nodded, laughing uncomfortably. “Sure. And
good luck with the marriage. I was married once. Didn’t work out too well,” he
replied, shrugging.

“Maybe your wife wasn’t as hot as mine is?” I suggested.
Then I immediately realised what I’d said. I’d just insulted this guy’s
ex-wife.
Wow, I need to stop drinking.
I slapped my forehead, which made
my ears ring as I shook my head apologetically. “That was wrong. Bad, bad Nate.
Sorry. Didn’t mean to say that out loud. Not that it probably isn’t true
because my wife is a hottie, but yeah, I shouldn’t have insinuated your ex wasn’t
attractive,” I rambled before slapping my forehead again.
I need to shut the
hell up!
I looked over at Ashton pleadingly, hoping he’d punch me just to
stop me talking.

He smiled and threw his arm around my neck, pulling me
towards the door of the bus. “Thanks for driving us around. Excuse my best
friend, he gets verbal diarrhoea when he drinks,” Ashton stated, laughing
wickedly.

I rolled my eyes, and we both crashed into the side of the
bus as we tried to climb out together and there wasn’t enough room for two to
get out of the door. We both snickered, and he shoved me through first, making
me stumble and run to catch up with my feet.

I laughed as he practically jumped on my back, his arm way
too tight around my neck to be comfortable as he rubbed his hand in my hair,
knowing that I hated that. “Can’t believe you’re getting married tomorrow,” he
chirped. “Well, actually it’s today now!”

I grinned and imagined turning up at the church in a few
hours, seeing my little boy walking down the aisle carrying the rings, then
seeing the love of my life in what was sure to be a hot wedding dress.
The
damn thing had better be hot with the amount we’re spending on it!

I burst into song, singing ‘I’m getting married in the
morning, ding dong the bells are gonna shine,’ at the top of my lungs, which
gained us a few weird looks from the few people stupid enough to be out at this
time of the morning. Ashton laughed and shook his head, “It’s ‘ding dong the
bells are gonna
chime’
, you dumbass. Not shine! Why would you be singing
about bells shining?” he asked, looking at me like I was stupid.

I frowned. “Really?”

He nodded in confirmation as we both immediately raced for
the elevator, practically pushing Seth, my dad and George out of the way as we
both jumped in and jabbed the button for his floor at the same time. When the
other three went to step in with us, we laughed and pushed them back out,
Ashton hitting his fist on the close doors button so they would have to take
the stairs.

“No. You assholes. Open the doors! I’m not carrying his
heavy ass up thirty-odd flights of stairs!” Seth cried as he practically
dropped George and glared at us.

Ashton and I both waved teasingly as the last few inches
closed. “Last one to the apartment sucks balls!” I called, winking at Seth
jokingly.

Ashton and I both burst out laughing as Seth started banging
on the doors to the elevator, dramatically shouting for us to come back. I
rubbed my stomach as it growled loudly; I was actually starving hungry now.
When was the last time I ate? It had to be lunchtime yesterday. No wonder my
vision was swimming.

“You gonna make food?” I asked, looking at him hopefully. At
this point, I was past caring that Ashton had to be the worst cook in the
world; I would eat anything before my stomach started eating itself.

He nodded and shrugged. “Sure.” I followed him down the
hallway, both of us knocking on doors as we ran past, knowing that, by the time
the occupants got to open it, the other three guys would probably be walking
past and would get in trouble. Ashton and I were like little kids when we got
together sometimes.

We were both snickering and shushing each other by the time
we got to his apartment door. He let us in, and we both headed straight for the
kitchen, trying to be quiet because Anna would probably be sleeping. Cameron,
their baby, was with their in-laws, though, so at least we wouldn’t have to
worry about waking him up.

As I rummaged through their freezer, I found chicken
nuggets, onion rings, and a couple of frozen microwave meals. I threw them all
in the oven and microwaved the meals, standing there with my stomach growling,
just waiting to eat already. While I was doing that, Ashton was busy rummaging
through his alcohol cupboard, pulling out more bottles and putting them on the
side.

“Fish bowl?” he suggested. He grabbed one of Anna’s vases
from the side, throwing the flowers on the side and tipping the water away. He
didn’t even bother to wash it properly before he started adding the alcohol,
just rinsed it out a couple of times. I winced. There was not a chance I was
drinking that.

“Know what we should do? We should get the blender and add
some food to it and make Seth drink it as a dare!” I gasped, grinning
excitedly.

Ashton looked at me with wide eyes as he nodded, tipping
some orange Fanta and Dr Pepper into the vase before adding shot after shot of stuff
to it. In their fridge, I found some apple juice, so I tipped that in, too.
This one actually looked worse than the one at the bar.

An urgent knocking sounded at the door, so Ashton went to
answer it. I laughed as I heard Seth cussing him out, telling him that an old
lady had just shouted at him for knocking on her door and waking her up. I
grinned and checked the timer on the oven before looking through their kitchen
to find the blender. I knew they had one somewhere; we’d had frozen margaritas
here before.

Seth trotted into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass from
the vase and sipping it before wincing. “This tastes like crap,” he groaned.

I nodded. “Know what would make that taste better, buddy?”
He looked at me curiously, so I pointed to the oven. “Food.” I grinned
excitedly. “How about we play dares?” I offered, rubbing my hands together
happily.

I really couldn’t laugh anymore; my whole stomach hurt.
Watching Seth try to drink the concoction we’d made, had almost made me sick,
but it was so totally worth it. George couldn’t watch it at all; he literally
was
sick. He blamed it on the dare and Seth choking on a lump of unblended chicken
nugget, but in reality, he was just expelling more alcohol again. He’d ingested
way too much. He was currently dozing on the armchair, clutching a bowl on his
lap in case he was sick again. My dad was lying on the floor, trying to fall
asleep. Seth was zoned out on his back, whimpering in his sleep and frowning as
he mumbled something about not being hungry anymore.

Ashton and I were still sitting on the sofa, laughing about
old times. I had my hands behind my head; my feet were resting on their coffee
table just because Anna wasn’t awake to tell me to move them. Seeing as it was
just the two of us left awake, we were playing a game; you had to say the first
answer which popped into your head to the other’s question.

“Best movie?” Ashton asked.

I thought about it for a split second. “Indiana Jones,
Temple of Doom.”

“Most fuckable female on the planet?”

“Rosie,” I answered without having to think about it.

He laughed and slapped me on the shoulder, looking at me
proudly. “That was a great answer. If she was here right now to hear that, then
you would be in for a treat, I’d bet,” he congratulated, waggling his eyebrows
at me. “Best friend?”

“Seth,” I joked, wincing as he punched me in the shoulder. “Ow!
You little bitch, that hurt,” I grumbled rubbing it gently.

Ashton laughed and resumed the game. “Favourite cartoon?”

I frowned. “That’s too hard. I’m torn between South Park and
SpongeBob,” I stated.

He laughed and rolled his eyes at me. “Hottest cartoon
character?”

“Ariel the mermaid,” I answered immediately, nodding
appreciatively.

He frowned and looked at me like I was crazy. “The mermaid?
Seriously? Not Jessica Rabbit?”

I shook my head quickly. “No way, I’ve always had a thing
for Ariel. Best Disney movie ever,” I assured him.

He laughed and pushed himself up. “Don’t let DJ hear you saying
that,” he countered. I laughed because Ashton was right; my soon-to-be stepson
would hate to hear me say that anything was better than Toy Story. Ashton
grinned as he walked over towards his wall of movies and pulled out The Little
Mermaid, raising one eyebrow.

“Hell yeah, put it on,” I agreed eagerly. He grinned and
pushed it into the DVD player. As he headed back over to me, he stopped next to
Seth and pinched his nose, laughing to himself. After a few seconds, Seth
snorted, sucking in a deep breath through his nose and waving his hand in front
of his face, still sound asleep.

Ashton plopped down next to me, grinning moronically. The
movie started, and we both sat there watching for a little while before my eyes
started to get really heavy; I knew I couldn’t last much longer. “Thanks for my
bachelor party,” I said, smiling at him tiredly.

He grinned and threw his arm around my shoulder. “No
worries, dude. I’m really proud of you, you know. You’ve finally grown up and
are becoming a man.”

I laughed and pushed my empty beer bottle onto the side. “Thanks,
Taylor.” I pointed at the TV as Ariel was on the full screen. “Tell me that’s
not hot.”

He laughed and nodded in agreement. “Okay, yeah. She’s hot, but
not as hot as Jessica Rabbit.”

“Jessica has bigger tits; that’s all it is,” I yawned and
blinked a couple of times. My vision was getting blurry; I really needed to
sleep. “Don’t shave my head while I’m sleeping,” I mumbled, snuggling down on
the sofa to get comfortable.

He laughed. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he joked.

I laughed and shook my head. “Ashton, you know I love you,
right? In a non-homo way, of course,” I mumbled with my eyes closed.

“Yeah, I know you do. Everyone loves me. I’m the best,” he
replied, yawning.

“No,
I’m
the best,” I countered.

“Whatever. Shut up and go to sleep. And, by the way, I love
you, too,” he stated. I smiled and drifted off to sleep, praying I would wake
up with my precious blond hair still attached to my head. The last thing I heard
before I fell asleep was George puking into the bowl again – at least, I
hoped
he got it in the bowl.

The End

Other books by Kirsty Moseley:

The Boy Who Sneaks in My Bedroom Window

Always You

Free Falling

Nothing Left to Lose

Enjoying the Chase

Reasons Not to Fall in Love

www.kirstymoseley.com