Joanna's POV
It was a Saturday morning. I groaned and stood up, before I stretched, making an animalistic noise in the process due to that sweet feeling one gets when you hear your bones crack and stretch evenly.
"Joanna! Get up and clean up, it's Saturday!" I heard Dad call from downstairs.
"Dad am up!" I called back, after which I moved around as if in a daze and went to the bathroom, where I did my business.
Still in a trance after that, I decided to pull my asleep brain together so it could function, and splashed some water on my face, as I knew Dad wouldn't take it likely with me if he entered my room in a few minutes, and saw how messy it was, or me, sleeping, even though it was still 7 am.
How I woke up that early by myself, was a shock to me, especially after the crazy night we all had.
Wait, I'm supposed to be nursing a hangover right now, or did something wake me? I thought. Shrugging it off, I got down to the profession of arranging and dusting things in my room, though first I needed to put some music on.
I put my cleaning on hold and scrolled through my playlist for a suitable song. I halted in my search when I spotted "Yummy" by Justin Bieber.
I grinned and let it play as I grooved to the song while I picked up my shoe, from where it was discarded carelessly the previous night, and kept it where it was supposed to be, on the shoe rack.
I dusted my mirror, together with some other stuff, which resulted in a coughing fit as a result of the amount of dust piled up on them.
"Now to the real deal," I mumbled to myself, as I opened the wardrobe and grimaced at the horrific state it was in.
Clothes, undies, socks, plus other little pieces of clothing like hair ties, bandanas, were hung at different angles. Don't get me wrong though, I wasn't a disorganized or dirty person, but the past month had been so frustrating, with my final exams coming up, and emotional stress.
I was still humming and shaking my hips to the song, yes it was on repeat smartass, when I brought out all the clothes, in order to start from square one, and began rearranging them as I whispered the lyrics in a low tone.
Now you got the yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy, now you got the yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy yummy g______
"Why are your clothes scattered on the floor?" Dad interviewed, completely startling me. This ensued in my head making contact with the wooden surface.
I hissed in pain as I felt something fall on my head too, probably from the top of the wardrobe.
"Ouch Dad, You scared me." I scowled as I gently massaged the area that got hit.
"I heard music coming from here, so I came to check if you were doing work or on your phone," He spoke, arms crossed, a serious look in his eyes.
"As you can see, I'm on it." I scoffed in reply. "Plus, you know I'm not a filthy person, so if you need to check on someone, I think that person should be Elvis."
"Now you mention it, I haven't seen him or heard his voice since----, Elvis!" Dad thundered as he stormed off immediately in the direction of his room.
"Oops, sorry Elvis." I giggled and was about to turn back to the task at hand when something caught my eye.
Is that a picture? I polled before I plucked the frame. Flipping it, I observed it was really a picture, leading me to gasp afterward as I caught sight of the people in it.
"Oh GOD!" I exclaimed in shock.
"Is that not me?" I doubted the frame still resting on my palm as I peeked closely. "With Tony, Ifeanyi, Blake, Harmony, Elvis and wait, holy shit, Frank?"
Frank's Pov
Slip-ups, slip-ups, they just kept happening. First, it was me, secondly, Harmony, and then Ifeanyi decided to come up with that stupid question.
I not only heard them the previous, night but I also saw all that went on during their little game of <spin the bottle>.
I still thank GOD for Ifeanyi who came at the right time and pulled me off, if not I wouldn't have known what I would end up doing.
Speaking of the devil, I heard footsteps striding towards the door, followed by a voice I recognized so well.
"Frank! Frank!" He called.
I could just pretend I'm not here and maybe sneak out later. I speculated as I refused to get up and let him in.
"I know you are in there Frank!" He bellowed, his voice louder this time.
How the hell did he know I was in here? I asked myself.
"I saw you enter the room last night before I passed out, and yes I know I didn't say anything about it to the gang, but I know you are in there," He replied, to my unspoken question.
"Shit!" I clamored and got off the bed.
"I also just heard you move. So open this damn thing before I break it down asshole," He spoke and banged his fists on the door.
I groaned at this and walked over to unlock it. "Ifeanyi my bro! Good morning."
He ignored my greeting, as he trudged past me to sit on the bed, a frown on his face.
"Shoot," I blurted, and urged him to speak as I could feel the anger radiate off him.
"What were you trying to do last night?" He challenged, straight to the point.
"What? Last night?" I inquired, feigning innocence. "I was drunk dude, I can't remember a thing."
"Ugh, don't give me that drunk crap." He scoffed, "First, you don't drink. Secondly, even if you were drunk, you wouldn't be able to drive us home. Yes, I knew it was you all along."
"Thirdly, you have a retentive memory, which means you rarely forget things, even when you were a bad boy, and always got drunk, you remembered everything." He continued, as realization dawned on me. "You even remember things more than Joanna does after her accident."
"Damn! How do you know me so well." I facepalmed, hence I understood my plan to feign ignorance had crashed in my face.
"Yeah right." He rolled his eyes, "You talk as if you don't know I'm your cousin and currently your best man."
"Rub it in." I sighed in frustration and joined him on the bed.
"Back to the question," He said, after which he fixed his eyes on me. "Answer."
I moaned. "I didn't know what I was doing okay? I missed her so so much, to the extent that when I saw her right there in front of me, kissing me and all, I couldn't resist."
"Even knowing she was drunk?" He interrogated, one eyebrow raised. "Thank GOD she hasn't realized it was you yet."
"Am a fool I know," I whimpered, disappointed at myself. I didn't hear him say anything afterward, which made me look up, and was surprised to see a grin plastered on his face.
"Why the large smile?" I queried, slightly wary.
"You miss her," He pronounced, and I wasn't sure if it was meant as a question or statement.
"I just said so, yes," I answered, eying him cautiously.
"To the extent, you lost all sense of thinking?" He raised a question, as the grin on his face grew wider as if that was possible.
"Again, yes, what's your point." I scowled, getting irritated.
"You love her," He voiced out a full-blown smile, gracing his lips.
"I have come to that conclusion too myself. I do, very much." I nodded that happy feeling in my chest, about to burst.
"Have you told her this?" He suspected.
"Nope." I shook my head, "Anything?"
"Don't give me that <Anything> crap." He scoffed dramatically, "Dude that's like the perfect way to win her back."
"Don't you think she would doubt me?" I asked a tad scared of her rejection.
"She may, she may not." He shrugged in response.
"Like that's an assurance," I grunted, offering him a glare.
"It's worth the risk though." He grinned and jumped on me afterward with a squeal. "Think of how it would be having her back."
"How are you not gay?" I quizzed in a laugh at his enthusiasm. "Trust me, you have all the qualities."
"Cut it out, this guy right here is 100% straight." He winked.
"By the way." I sighed, and asked, "Why did you ask Ana that question?"
"Oh, that, sorry." He beamed, "Just wanted to help her remember and check if she has some connection to her past."
"But remember what the doctor said?" I frowned. "It's not safe."
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