Lozza's POV
I'm in a ballroom, I don't think I've been in this particular one before. I'm trying to think am I here at a function related to Dad's business? That makes sense. I look down at my elegant polished nails, I'm wearing a beautiful subtle dress. I have a champagne glass in my hand. I look around and don't spot anyone I know. There is a low soothing music, almost sounds the same as my phone alarm. I spot Ella in the distance and she glides over in an elegant cream gown, she is smirking like she's better than me. She stops, looks me up and down, and sneers, "Lauren, what are you wearing?!"
I look down-- wait, I'm wearing a tatty pink tank top, ripped at the hem, nipples poking through, skimpy denim shorts, and fucking flip-flops, one strap broke, toes grubby. What is going on? Ella laughs, sharp and cruel, "You look like a tramp, Lauren! Slumming it with those chavs has ruined you--Daddy must be horrified!" I'm mortified--I feel like a joke, standing there, out of place, everyone staring.
Then Becky appears behind me, like she's stepped outta nowhere, the gang with her--Jess, Dani, Aimes--all in dressed in casual clothing with cans of lager in hand, looking proper out of place but not giving a shit. Becky storms forward, gets right in Ella's face-- "Fuckin'--who ya callin' a tramp, ya posh cunt?!" she yells.
Ella gasps-- "How dare you?!"--but before she can say more, Aimes grabs a full bottle of champagne from a waiter's tray, sneaks behind Ella, and pours the whole fucking thing down the back of her dress.
"Fucking take that, snob!" she roars. Ella lets out an almighty screech before running away.
Jess then is in front of me-- "Fuckin'--I'm off to the dance floor, Lozza. Gonna find me a rich lad." She struts off, thong flashing in her leggings, already eyeing some posh guy in a tux.
Dani tugs my sleeve-- "where's the buffet, Lozza? I'm starvin'--reckon they've got prawns or something fancy?" She wanders off before I can reply.
Aimes is already helping herself to booze "Fuckin'--free bar, Lozza! This will be epic."
Becky turns to me--grinning, lager can in hand, her crop top showing off her big belly-- "Fuckin'--so, Lozza, ya comin' back to the estate with us, or stickin' here with the snobs?" I look round--the ballroom, people are starring, the music is getting louder, my alarm ringing in my ears, wait this isn't real, I'm dreaming.
I wake up, I groggily tap my phone and knock the alarm off. Becky's question in that dream, as if I'd stay here, what the fuck was that dream even about. It wasn't a dream actually, it was a fucking nightmare, and for fuck's sake would I stop swearing.
Then it hits me--the vibrator. Becky's gift, buzzing away last night, me sprawled out like some kind of... I won't even finish the sentence. My face burns just thinking about it. I can't believe I sent more pictures to Harry, what kind of girl will he think I am? I put my hand under the duvet and grab it. Just lying here now with it in my hand. Christ, forget about last night, it's happened now. My phone then pings and then pings again. One message from Harry, *"Morning, Loz. Just wanted to say have a great day."* Oh, that was sweet, I typed back a nice message.
I checked the other message, which is from Becky, *"remember breakfast at mine, hope you're hungry."* I get up, quickly throwing on a bra and underwear. I found my pajamas and put them on. Right, I need to get myself presentable. I headed into the bathroom, splashing my face with some water before taking a look in the mirror, my blonde hair was a show; all over the place. I brushed my teeth, had a quick wash and my phone pinged again, it's Becky, *"hey, come now, Babe. Doesn't matter if you ain't ready, we'll get ready in a bit. Benny can have a little sleep then, soon as we've eaten."* Guessing Ben was also Becky's quest for breakfast. I ran a brush through my hair before slipping on my slippers and heading next door.
Becky's POV
I had a good sleep, only waking up when I heard Mum come from next door. Thank fuck it's Friday. Tonight should be good. I hoped Benny would click with my badass bitches. I've just finished smoking my vape, I don't usually do my vape on the morning after, but I felt like even though I've had a sleep now I still needed that sweet vape after our sex. I now needed a shower first thing. I quickly got my dressing gown and headed to the bathroom. Benny is fast asleep. I'll make a start to getting ready, text Lozza for the planned breakfast, and get Benny up. My phone rang just as I finished up in the shower. Answering it just in time and thank fuck I did because it's my Dad. "Hey, how's my favourite girl." He said sweetly down the phone.
"Missing you, but I'm good. Benny spent the night. I can't wait for you to meet him when you get out." I tell him with a smile on my face as I stood with the towel wrapped around me.
"Wow, you do like him because we both know it, I ain't exactly getting out soon." He said the last part with disappointment in his voice. I told Dad to think positive, okay he might not be out soon, but me and Mum will here for him. I loved chatting with Dad. When we finished, I texted Lozza, *"Remember breakfast at mine; hope you're hungry."*
Mum was already up when I came downstairs into the kitchen, still damp from the shower, dressing gown wrapped around me. Mum seemed chipper. "Morning, love," she said, whilst busying away in the kitchen. "Is Benny having breakfast?"
"Benny and Lozza. Hope you don't mind, I can do it." I smirked, making us all a brew.
She insisted on doing it. She said if I can sort the brews that will be great. I carried on making tea whilst Westlife played loudly in the kitchen. Mum liked them, me? I'm a no on that, but if Mum liked it then that's great. "So, good night last night Mum?"
"Yeah, I'm glad to find such a good mate as a neighbour. I can't wait for your Dad to be home and he can meet them all." Mum replied with a smile.
I made a tea for me, Benny and Mum. The was water in the kettle to make Lozza's once she got her arse here. I headed upstairs to wake Benny. "Benny!" I said gently as I headed into the room. He stirred, looking over at me with tired eyes.
He groaned, stretched, and sat up. Taking his cup of me. "Morning, Becky. What a great night. Thanks for the tea."