Time: Back In The Day / Kinsey: Age 15 / Pre-YIM
Rating: Fun for All
Kinsey clung to the edge of the white porcelain bowl, wishing that her stomach would stop churning and the room would stop spinning. Hours earlier she had lost count of how many drinks she’d consumed with the guys while their parents had trusted them to stay home by themselves. One hour earlier, Zac had forcibly kissed her, something that she knew was messed up even in her heavily drunken state. And fifteen minutes ago, she had stumbled her way out of their room and into the bathroom which was where she remained. In the room, she had left the guys all dozing while watching ‘Can’t Hardly Wait,’ and she thought that she had escaped unnoticed.
“Kinsey, are you okay?” Taylor asked from the doorway, startling her and making her groan embarrassedly into the toilet.
“Go away,” she managed before the urge to vomit overcame her again. Why had she let them talk her into this? Why had she drank so much?
“Do you need anything?” he asked, still lingering awkwardly in the doorway as she flushed the toilet.
“For you to go away,” she sighed, thinking that she had already made that request quite clear. She felt sick, was exhausted, and was completely mortified that Taylor had just seen her throw up. All she wanted to do was go pass out and pretend like the night had never happened, but her ever lurching stomach wasn’t making that desire a feasible reality. She couldn’t bear to take her eyes from the inside of the toilet, not wanting to know what kind of disgusted look he had on his face, so she continued to kneel there, wishing that he would leave like she had asked him to. Twice. But instead, she felt him kneel down beside her a minute or so later.
“You probably shouldn’t have drank so much your first time,” he said. She snorted and still refused to look at him.
“You think?” she responded before whining loudly as she felt the urge to throw up overtook her again. It was too late to tell Taylor to get out again, and as much as she wanted to ignore the fact that he was gently rubbing her back as she got sick, she couldn’t. She absolutely hated that he of all people was there watching her puke her guts out, but it was nice to have someone there. Even if he probably would make fun of her for it endlessly for the rest of their lives.
“Let me go get you some water,” he said a moment later, leaving her side for the last time that night to go do just that. As soon as she had finally settled her stomach, Taylor helped her down to the basement where he got her settled on the couch and slept on the floor beside her while Zac and Isaac were passed out drunkenly upstairs. When Kinsey awoke the next morning, she found that Taylor had gone, but left a garbage can in his place. Every part of her body hurt and she still felt really nauseous.
“Kinsey! Are you feeling okay, honey?” Diana asked as Kinsey made her way upstairs.
“No, I’m really not,” Kinsey said, unable to lie and knowing that doing so would do her no good since she likely looked as awful as she felt. Diana came over and pressed the back of her hand to Kinsey’s forehead.
“You’re burning up!” she announced, ushering Kinsey to the table just as the guys came in, Zac and Isaac looking annoyingly refreshed.
“What’s the matter, Kins?” Isaac asked, shooting her a teasing look behind his mom’s back.
“I think she has the flu,” Diana told them. As they all sat down at the table, Kinsey noticed that Taylor looked exhausted and she wondered briefly if he had slept at all while he had lay there on the floor next to her.
“Did you throw up?” Isaac asked in a hushed voice as Diana left the room. Kinsey nodded and looked questioningly at Taylor.
“What? You didn’t tell them?” she asked him.
“Tell us what?” Zac asked.
“Oh, Taylor saw me throw up last night. I assumed he’d tell you the first chance he had,” Kinsey rolled her eyes, leaving out the fact that he had actually taken care of her all night since he obviously hadn’t shared that with them.
“Gross,” Zac laughed, “He was probably too disgusted to talk about it.” Taylor didn’t say anything however, and just grabbed a muffin off the plate on the table to occupy his attention.
“Oh get bent, loser,” Kinsey said to Zac before standing and heading for the basement door.
“Good idea, Kinsey. I’ll bring you down some water and soup in a few minutes,” Diana said as she came back into the room. Kinsey knew better than to argue that she should probably go home and just trudged down the stairs and climbed back under the blanket Taylor had gotten for her, too sick and tired to wonder why he really hadn’t told Zac and Isaac.