Dreams Are What Made People Think They Could Fly

I woke to the sound of glass bottles clinking, I opened my eyes to stupidly bright lights, I let out a groan before raising a hand to my face and sitting up. My eyes soon adjusted and I soon realised I was on a sofa I laughed at the sight before me. Sammy was covered with crisp packets, sharpie all over her face and a hugging a bottle of vodka. Sian and Jake were passed out across the other sofa, both had black arms… no doubt someone went nuts with a sharpie last night. i walked to the kitchen and laughed even harder, Rosie was curled up on the island hugging the toaster and a spatula sticking out of it… what even happened last night, I could only remember the first ten minutes… something about chicken and space aliens followed but the rest was a haze. I walked to the fridge and found five phones, the house phone, the TV remote and a glass of greeny brown looking liquid. I grabbed a slice of cold pizza and walked over the microwave…only it had gone, in its place a note. ‘I owe you a microwave… you don’t know me but I owe you xx’. I looked around before checking my pockets for my phone, I felt something long and hard…I pulled out a pink sharpie… i quickly put it in Rosie’s pocket before running out of the kitchen. “GUYS!” I yelled as loud as possibly, a few groans sounded before I heard a giant crash from upstairs,
I heard a small yelp “crap”, before something or someone tumbled down the stairs. Amie rolled or rather fell into the living room, with no shirt on and holding a broom in one hand. “WHAT!?” she yelled waking up the remaining people in the room.
I laughed as Sammy sat up and looked around completely oblivious to the sharpie all over her face, I looked back to Amie to see a well known grin upon her face…
“You?” I asked raising an eyebrow
“And you! Mwhahahaha” I laughed slightly before looking around at all the hangover people, “not to alarm you… but someone stole the microwave… im not blaming anyone but where’s matt” everyone turned to Amie to see her face go all blank, she started whistling
“Upstairs” she mumbled, Sian picked up a pillow and threw it at her head
“I’ve got to sleep in that guest room ass hole!” I laughed taking a bite of my pizza
“by any chance.. Anyone seen the band?” Jake pointed to the cave, otherwise known as recording area when we were to lazy to go anywhere else. I walked down the little corridor and opened the door slowly… not exactly ready to see what happened “suck it up Lara” I told my self.
“You talk to yourself?” I turned round to see Amie standing there munching on a sharpie lid. I opened the door and stood in, the smell of man radiated from the sound proof room…
“this cant be good” I groaned Amie laughed behind me I walked to the sound proof and opened the door “DUDE!” I yelled, Jason had a too young looking girl passed out across him. He opened his eyes and looked down, his eyes grew wide and he looked to me for help, I shook my head “you’ve gotta learn to get out of your own problems” I whispered so I wouldn’t wake her. “where’s the other guys?” I asked
“They slept here last night to I dunno” he rubbed his face with his hand
“Oh yeah by the way the microwaves been stolen…” I head him gasp and say something about wanting a microwavable burger. I walked to the games room that was behind one of the doors in the little corridor. Dave sat with Amy propped round his waist and him and Ryan both had a Xbox controller in their hand. They turned to look at me and smiled, Amy had a huge and I mean huge love bite stretching across half her neck, I smirked. “AHHHHHH” I spun around… that was Amies scream… and she wasn’t in the room. I ran to the studio and saw her looking very angry, upset and crazy… well she usually looks crazy so no change there. “LARA!!! My cameras gone.” See Amie is quite a famous photographer she worked her way to the top and those things were her babies.
“Dave!” I yelled, he came running in with Doritos falling out his mouth
“wheres Amies camera.” He looked around slowly,
“well… it was over there-” he was cut off by Amie “no der.” He walked towards the laptop, “why’s the memory card in the laptop.” And this is why I loved Dave he could spot anything. I walked over to the laptop with Amie, she scrolled through the recently uploaded applications, she clicked on a folder named ‘The Smash up’ 100’s of photos popped onto the screen, she clicked on the slideshow button, at first the pictures seemed really nice, we were all seated outside and looked like we were having a good time… then they started changing dramatically, the pictures became blurry, everyone looked wasted, people were throwing up, passed out and even making out, and then there were evidence pictures of me and Amie putting sharpie on everyone, people putting plastic chairs in the pool and people generally being unruly.
“Whoaah” I laughed slightly, “wow” Dave’s eyes widened as he saw a picture of Jason and the girl lying on the floor all over each other. We sat there in shock.
“Found the camera” Dave said as he pulled it out from the beer cooler. I laughed still slightly in shock. Then pictures came up on the screen... only something was wrong. “Amie?” I asked
“Yeah?...”
“Why are you in some of these pictures?” Amie never and I mean that; never let anyone touch her camera.
She ran out of the room towards the living room “I will kill you all unless you tell me now! Who took my camera.” I frowned and clicked off the pictures, I went onto the internet instead to check the face book. Dave sat next to me and started drawing on my arm with a random sharpie. I noticed all the picture comments, it wasn’t unusual to have all these comments as they were mostly of teenage girls commenting on how hot one of the boys looked in certain photos.. But today there were millions of comments, and this, I reflected was not normal at all. I clicked on my picture link to see what the fuss was about and then my face dropped. “Oh. Dear. god.” Dave looked up and his eyes widened even more. He shot out of his seat and ran into the living room. I was still glued to the seat, this was bad.