The sound of someone vomiting into the nearby powder room pulled me into consciousness.

I slowly opened my eyes, noting the stabbing pains that were shooting through my head. The lack of orange light in the room was my first clue that I wasn't waking up in my bed. The second clue came in the form of a small kick to the head. I glanced down at my chest, noticing a set of perfectly manicured toes. I was spread out on the couch, Isla was laying down with her head on the other side, her feet resting on top of me. I slowly pulled myself into a sitting position, rubbing my eyes as I felt the familiar hangover feeling take over in my body.

"Whoever's phone is fucking buzzing, answer it." Isla groaned from her position, keeping her eyes closed.

I shook my head, hearing the buzzing noise myself for the first time. I patted down the sides of my clothes instinctively before forgetting I was still wearing the silk PJ set, it had no pockets. I listened intently to the buzzing, trying to pinpoint where the sound was coming from. I threw Isla's legs off of me, which she responded to with a grunt, before following the noise.

After a few minutes of stumbling around the living room, I finally located my phone, which was in the pot of one of the decorative plants that was perfectly placed by my mother last year. I grabbed it as I blinked a couple of times, trying to locate a memory that would explain why my phone was stashed in a potted plant, but finding nothing. The last thing I remembered was dancing on the couch to Drake while Bella poured us shots.

My phone was non-stop buzzing, and I assumed it would be Evan, not taking the hint and giving up, before I vaguely remembered blocking his number last night. I unlocked the phone and was stunned at what I saw.

87 new messages
12 missed calls

My heart instantly tightened, assuming something terrible happened, and people were trying to reach me. I quickly opened my messages, my face bunching together as I saw scrolled through them, seeing most of the messages were from guys from school. I opened a few of them.

Brock
So about that movie this weekend?
Let me know.

Alastair
About time you dumped Evan, you want to grab dinner?

Peter
You need a ride to school?

I shook my head before exiting the messages, figuring that Evan had gone public and told everyone we broke up. I made my way back to the couch, sitting beside Isla who was awake now and looking at her own phone.

"You checked your Insta yet?" She mumbled from beside me.

"No, why?"

She looked at me alarmed, studying my face for a moment before her mouth formed a small 'o'. She started giggling and quickly brought her hand up to block her mouth. "You don't remember?"

I eyed her warily before opening my app, clicking on one of the notifications and seeing a picture of Isla, Bella and I laughing. I was confused until I saw the caption, and the memories flooded back. I threw my head back against the couch, a groan escaping my mouth.

"We told you it was going to be a bad idea." Isla said, her voice thick with amusement. "You said he deserved it."

"He does, but I don't deserve this." I showed her my phone, which was still buzzing with incoming messages.

"What don't you deserve?" Bella voiced as she strolled into the room, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Indie's phone is blowing up, which we told her was going to happen," Isla turned to face me, bringing a finger up to tap my nose. "That's what you get when you don't listen."

Bella cackled out in laughter as I shot her a dirty look, before powering off my phone and placing it on the arm of the couch.

"Well," Bella started, walking to the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge, "we've successfully slept the day away. It's already 4." I felt my eyes widened, I hadn't even glanced at the time when I checked my phone. "I'm assuming we're not headed to the game tonight?"

My lips turned up in a scowl. "Hell no. Well, at least, I'm not going. You guys can, if you want."

Isla and Bella both snapped their necks so they were facing me, and I almost laughed at the complete synchronization of their movements.

"You know better than that." Isla snapped at me, while Bella nodded. "It's the three of us. Together. We don't need anyone else, and we don't need football games unless we're all there. Together."

I titled my head and looked at my best friends, feeling tears welling up in my eyes. It's true, as long as I had them, I had everything I needed.

***

"Pass the chow-mien." Bella barked from the couch across from me. After showering and changing into our sweats, we had taken up residence in my finished basement, as we did every Friday night. We were eating take out from The Green Dragon, our favourite Chinese restaurant. I lazily passed her the takeout container, keeping my eyes on the white screen that was projecting one of our favourite movies.

"Have you turned your phone back on?" Isla asked from beside me, she was lounging on the same couch I was on.

"No. I probably won't, ever. I might just get a new phone with a new number, and never give it to anyone except you two. Not even my parents." I muttered, only half way lying.

"Okay drama queen." Bella laughed, before looking down at her phone. "Oh."

I knew that voice, I sighed. "Oh, what?"

"The team won." Isla said, but I could tell there was more to the story, so I waited.

"Evan pleaded an apology for you to the stands on a megaphone, after the game." Bella finished for her.

I rolled my eyes. "I'm glad he's so observant, he didn't even realize the girl he was apologizing to wasn't there."

***

"Did you guys see my bottom turn off that swell?" Isla gushed excitedly from the backseat, forgetting that Bella and I don't speak surf. "I thought I was going to bail but I gripped down and rode through. What a high."

We were on the way to the city, after having watched Isla surf for a few hours and then eating lunch at the restaurant on the beach.

"Yes, Isla. You were magnificent, as always. Us mere mortals bow down to you. Do we have time to shop?" Bella hummed out. If Isla was a god at surfing, Bella was a god at shopping.

I glanced at the dash of my parents SUV that we had taken for the trip, wanting the extra room for our bags, "I think so, but we'd have to shop on normal people time, not Bella time."

Bella swatted my arm, "I shop on normal people time!" She pouted.

"Bella, last weekend you made us stalk the mall for 6 hours to find, and this is a direct quote, the perfect scarf to match your green jacket." Isla joked from the backseat.

"And you loved every minute of it!" Bella laughed in embarrassment.

"Don't forget- I have my surf competition two weekends from now, by the way. I need my girls there." Isla reminded us.

"Have we ever missed one of your competitions?" I tutted to her. Isla started competing two years ago, and she was starting to get more serious now, as she kept on getting better and better. "We wouldn't miss it for the world, Isla."

Two hours of shopping later, which was incredible timing for Bella, and we had finally checked into the hotel. The only room I could manage to book on such short time was one of the largest suites they had. It had a large formal living room, a kitchen and 3 bedrooms, all with king sized beds. We each quickly claimed a room before separately climbing into the showers that adjoined each room. Both Isla and I had allowed Bella to style an outfit for us from the department store we had stopped at, as she claimed she didn't want us to embarrass her. She said the outfits we planned on wearing 'clashed with the vibe of the band.' Whatever that means.

I decided to curl my long, dark brown hair tonight. I needed a change from the typical straight hairstyle I normally wore. Letting that frame of mind guide my thoughts, I did something I've never done before. I asked Bella to do my makeup.

"This is the best day of my life, Indie. Get your products and meet me in my bathroom in 5 minutes, STAT!" Bella gloated when I asked her, she's been begging to do my makeup since freshman year. I quickly tugged on the outfit she had picked out for me, it was simple pair of jean shorts, with dark grey tee that had a slit down the centre, showing ample amounts of cleavage. I paired the outfit with a pair of black sneakers. I glanced in the mirror, loving the final effect. I should have known to never doubt the power of Bella's fashion sense. I grabbed my makeup bag and made my way to Bella's bathroom. She wordlessly motioned for me to sit on the closed toilet, facing her.

She went to work quickly, not allowing me to turn my head and look in the mirror. After what seemed like ages, she finally packed up my cosmetics and dragged her eyes up and down my face, her lips turning up in a smile. She motioned for me to turn and look in the mirror, and my jaw dropped as I saw my reflection.

It looked very different from the simple make up I usually wore. My eyes were hooded in a black cat eye, my face was beautifully contoured sculpting my cheek bones, my lips were painted a dark red.

"Bella, you are a genius." I told her, bringing her into a tight hug.

"I've been telling you for years, Indie. Does this mean I get to do your makeup for every party?" She squealed as she clasped her hands together.

"Let's not push it." I grinned at her, "Isla, times a ticking, let's go."

We had no problems getting into the club, with our expertly constructed fake IDs, another genius idea of Bella's. She talked us into getting them last year, and I have to admit they've come in handy often. We pushed our way through the swarms of bodies in the club, this band must be popular because the place was packed.

"3 vodka sodas," I ordered once we reached the bar, handing the bartender my credit card. "Can you keep the tab open?"

"So who's this band, anyways?" Isla asked Bella, grabbing one of the drinks that the bartender had set down on the bar top.

"Only you wouldn't know what band you came to see until you're actually in the venue." Bella rolled her eyes at Isla. "They're called Bending Waves, I thought they were fairly underground but I guess they're becoming more mainstream. It's more crowded than I expected."

Four drinks and two hours had passed, and the band still hadn't taken the stage. Isla and I didn't mind much, as there was still a DJ who was playing great music. Bella was getting more and more grouchy, however, as time went on. She was obsessively checking the band's Twitter, looking for an update. I was dancing with Isla, feeling the effects of the alcohol coursing through my veins, the beat of the music becoming a second heartbeat. Nothing like some aggressive bass to make you forget about your problems. Isla put her arms around my neck, pulling me into her so that her mouth was at my ear.

"That guy has been staring at you for the last three songs." She whispered to me, a slight giggle in her voice. I shook my head, really not wanting to deal with boys tonight. Isla just rolled her eyes at me, continuing to bob her head in the same direction. I decided to throw her a bone and at least look. I didn't move for a moment, wanting to appear subtle before turning my head slightly to see the mystery guy.

Sitting on a barstool, with a beer clutched in his hand was Chase, who was indeed staring at me. He was wearing a black v neck tee, with a red and black flannel layered on top. He had a backwards black cap over his wavy hair, and his signature black jeans on. The moment my eyes met his, instead of smiling and waving, he abruptly snapped his neck in the opposite direction.