chapter 7- Casey: Lonley loves company

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TW: minor vaping ⚠️

A/n: Y'all I hope this gets views lolz. Anyways this is the point of view from Casey and Debbie from that night. 

Casey Millers POV


I never meant for Liv to lose control last night. She needed some fun, let's be honest! I wanted the old Liv back, the one from the summer. Who gives 0 fucks and who would go streaking if someone dared her to. Is that selfish? Look I love Liv but sometimes you need some fun in your life. Liv is focusing more on school, and less on boys and her actual life. So last night when I handed her my vape, I didn't really think about what events were going to lead after. To be honest, the night was a blur for me too. I can only remember certain things, like that girl Debbie, then Liv, and Debbie's brother heading off.


Debbie and I really hit it off, when I'm around her, I feel like she knows me, without me having to say anything. I don't know... Just a thought.


We should've never split up. Debbie and I decided to stay at the party, dancing the night away. While the two drunk as fuck ones left to do whatever. A part of me feels guilty for having Liv relapse, I mean it all started when I handed her that Juul. Then her personality changed just like a snap of the finger.


Now here I am, somewhat hungover lying in bed with Debbie. I can't quite remember why she's in bed with me, but hey I hate being alone so I don't mind company. My parents are divorcing, just found out last week. I haven't told anyone, not even Liv. I think I don't want to admit it.

*play "Problems* by DeathbyRomy*

"Last night was fun," Debbie says getting out of bed and clenching her stomach. Am I missing something or does she look preg as fuck.

"Are you expecting?" Changing the topic of last night. Getting out of bed and then go straight to my walk-in closet across the room. Soon I will have two rooms. Strange to think about.

"Yeah 9 months! I thought I told you," Debbie declared, seeing her reflection and then tilting her head slightly.

"I can't remember anything!" laughing as I pick a pair of ripped jeans and a pink fluffy sweater to wear. To accessorize I find a denim bucket hat, a Gucci belt, and a pair of Louis Vuitton sunglasses to hide my hangover. Perfect outfit!

"Oh, that sucks," Debbie grunts looking back down at the floor.

"I guess... Could you fill me in?" Turning away from the closet then walk to my silky blue bed to lay down my outfit.


Turning away from Debbie, I pull off my dress white cotton dress from last night. Then pull the pink sweater over my head. Next, I step into my jeans and try to do them up. UH! I must have had gluten last night because I'm bloated as fuck. Sucking in and doing up my jeans is the way to go. Then I grab the scrunchie on my wrist and tie my dark brown hair into a low bun. 

"Oh nothing really interesting, we just had fun that's all!" Debbie rumbles, she seems upset. But there's no time to pity her. I have to pick up Liv.

"Nice, I'm going to get Liv. Do you know where your brother is?" Clueless asking, referring to the boy Liv went off with. I should've never let her go by herself she could've fucking died. Or worse get pregnant, no offense to Debbie.

"I think he might be with Liv, he left his phone with me. What an idiot!" Debbie rants pacing around the room. Guessing she's a little nervous about her brother. He was pretty wasted last night too.

"Wanna come with me? See if he's there," asking politely. My mother always taught me to be polite and have manners. Mother says it's going to get me farther in life.

"That would be great!" Debbie chirps standing up from the bed and walking toward the bedroom door. Probably gesturing that she's ready to leave.


Putting on the sunglasses to hide my hangover from my parents. Then taking a quick hit of my vape(which helps with bloating), I unlock the door for Debbie and me. That's right, I have a lock on my door. I mean it's my room and I need my privacy, right? Strolling down the spiral staircase in the lead I notice my mom passed out on the couch again. I think she's depressed or something because she's been drinking a lot of red wine lately.


"Don't mind her," Saying to Debbie. Debbie's quiet, I don't think she does mind. Quickly I grab 2 bananas(which is my fav fruit) for breakfast and hand one to Debbie.

"MOM! I'm heading out," Yelling hoping she will hear from the kitchen. Our kitchen is all black and a Lil bit of gold. My mom designed it, as she is an interior designer. A famous one actually, she has her own show. But she has to travel to LA a lot. So most of the time it's just me and my dad.

Grabbing Debbie's hand, leading her to the way out. Debbie walks slowly, in awe I guess? I'm not sure if she's ever been in a house like this before.


At the front door, I type the password in which unlocks the big steel black door. Then, I press the silver button(which automatically opens the heavy door for us). Debbie steps outside first, following her I signal the family car. Oscar, our driver, will basically take me anywhere. Since I'm too young to drive myself.


Once Oscar pulls up to the front of the long driveway, I open the back door for Debbie. She steps in without a doubt, then follows her inside. Our family car is a black SUV. Kind of what celebs ride when going to town.


"To Olivia's house, Oscar!" Informing the driver. Looking back at Debbie she has a confused look on her face.

"Wait to hold up, how do you know Frank and Shannon?" She wonders out loud.

"Oh I know Shannon, Frank is um..." I fake a gag at the end of my sentence. Debbie doesn't laugh at this, a serious expression is painted on her face.

"How do you know Shannon exactly?" Debbie responds, still has an expression of worry on her face.

"Oh, she's my best friend's mom why?" Give her an answer and rub her arm to try to make her feel better.

"Fuck. Liv's mom?" She asks back. I thought she already knew the answer. Yes duh. Olivia = Liv.

"Um yes," Laughing and looking out the window for something interesting. But there's just passing of large mansions like mine. Rich people scare me sometimes. They will do anything for money.

"Frank's me and my brother's dad...". 

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