I Have A Million Different Kinds Of Fun
A woman stared at me as I walked. It was light now and I was still wearing the clothes from last night. I walked slowly towards my house, trying to peer inside. The lights were on so people were up. It was still early though. I went to the door and found it locked. I rolled my eyes and went to the trash can but all the bags had been collected. I sighed loudly and went around to the back garden. I saw a table and stood up carefully. I pulled myself up onto the roof and walked across to my window. It was open and I pulled myself inside. Someone knocked my door and I swore under my breath. I hurried over to my bed and pulled the covers up to my chin.
“Effy?” Vic asked.
“Come in." I said weakly. Vic walked inside and frowned when he saw me.
“What are you still doing in bed? I called you ten minutes ago.”
“I feel sick. I can’t go in today.” I muttered.
“Want to stay home?” Vic asked seriously.
“Okay, I’ll phone the school. And get Mike to bring you some tea.”
“Thank you.” I smiled.
“Rest.” he said and left me.
I sighed loudly and my head flopped against the pillow. I dug my hand inside my pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. I smiled and opened them up. Inside Matt had written ‘For Effy’. But then my door opened. I panicked and threw them down onto the floor.
“What was that?” Mike asked as he set my tea down.
“Nothing.” I said quickly.
“So, got a hangover?” he asked casually and sat down on my bed.
“Don’t know what you mean.” I muttered.
“Well, did you have a good time last night?” Mike asked. I didn’t say anything and he laughed. “Come on, I saw you come back in. Plus, Tony and Jaime said they saw you going into a club with a group of boys.” he frowned.
“There was another girl.” I added quickly.
“Because that makes it better.” he teased.
“Don’t tell Vic.” I begged.
“I won’t, and by the way, the front door is completely ammeter.”
“It is not.” I huffed.
“Stick with the window, just after Vic has checked on you.”
“Thanks for the advice.” I smiled.
“What did you get up to?”
“Went to a club. Got free drinks. Got free cigs.”
“Cigs. Guessing that’s what you threw down earlier,” Mike commented. He reached over and picked up the pack from the floor. He looked inside and smirked. “For Effy, hmmm. Sounds like someone is trying to get on your good side.”
“Shut up.” I grumbled.
“How about you come downstairs and we send Vic to get some food. I’ll even let you smoke in the house and say it was me.”
“Okay.” I laughed.
“You should change,” he said and stood up. He pulled the covers back revealing last nights outfit. “We can wash your clothes when Vic’s out. You smell like smoke, and Jack Daniels and teenage boys,” he commented and sniffed me. “And weed.” he added and raised his eyebrows.
“Thank you,” I smiled. “You covered for me, right?”
“Yeah. Vic used to cover for me. Figured you’d need someone.”
“Thanks.” I said again and got up. I hugged Mike and he squeezed me.
“No problem, kid. You should hurry before Daddy comes checking.”
“Okay.” I laughed.
He left and I changed into jogging bottoms and a tank top. I took all of my make up off and brushed through my hair. Then I took my tea and went downstairs. I sat down on the sofa next to Mike. “Does he know?” I asked.
“No, just act sick. Seeing as you’ve got a hangover it shouldn’t be too difficult.”
“I haven’t got a hangover.” I whispered.
“How you feeling?” Vic asked coming into the room.
“Like my body is trying to kill me.” I said.
“I need to go to the store to buy food. But maybe I should stay here.” he thought.
“I can handle her.” Mike said.
“Right...” Vic said disbelievingly.
“I’ll be okay, Vic,” I reassured him. He nodded and smiled at me. We watched Vic leave and heard the door slam. “Did Jaime and Tony really see me?”
“Oh yeah,” he nodded. Mike got out a pack of cigarettes and offered me one. I took one and put it in between my teeth. He lit it for me and took one himself. “Are you still my brother’s angel?” Mike asked.
“I don’t know. I don’t think I ever was.”
“He doesn’t know all this. That you threw chairs at people and drink and smoke.” Mike laughed.
“I don’t want him to.” I muttered and took a drag.
“Because maybe then he’d stop caring about me.”
“He won’t. He loves you. Even though you’ve been here not even a week. You’re his little girl.”
“Shut up.” I said, but I was smiling.
“I think you like having a dad.”
“I guess I do.” I agreed.
“Don’t tell him I told you but last night we were talking. He told me he likes having you around. He just doesn’t think you like it here.”
“But I do like it here.” I rushed.
“Show him then. I’m not talking about a presentation on SD. I just mean call him Dad and hug him before you go to bed. That kind of stuff.”
“I didn’t think he wanted me to.” I muttered.
“Well, he does.” Mike told me. I finished my cigarette and stubbed it out. Mike passed me an ashtray and I popped it in there.
“You’re a cool uncle.” I told Mike.
“Thanks, kid.” he smiled. I leant my head on Mike’s shoulder and he flicked the channel on the t.v. after he gave me a mint for my mouth.
When Vic got back he took the shopping into the kitchen. He came back into the living room and sat down next to me. He looked at me and smiled. “You okay?” he asked seriously.
“Feeling a bit better.”
“Good.” he grinned.
“She just wanted a day off.” Mike teased.
“Whatever.” I muttered. Vic looked at the table and sniffed.
“Mike, I told you not to smoke in the house.” Vic sighed.
“Whoops.” Mike smiled.
“What have you been doing?” he asked us.
“Talking.” Mike shrugged.
“Um . . . Dad?” I asked. I saw Vic’s head snap up and his eyes brightened.
“Can I have a hug?” I asked. "I just feel all sick and need someone to make me feel better." I added.
“Sure.” he nodded. He opened his arms and I hugged him. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me. I grinned and hugged him back. As I started to pull away he kissed my head.
“Thanks.” I said and kissed his cheek. I sat back against the sofa and smiled at Mike.
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