They crouched to peer beneath the stairs. Michelle lay there in a drunken, unconsious heap.
"Ok, how are we going to get her up to bed?" sighed Peter.
"You're going to carry her." said Natasha, flatly.
"No, not again. I didn't move into his houseshare just to spend my Saturday mornings carrying my alchy housemates around". said Peter.
Natasha turned towards Peter and said in a hushed tone, "She's not alcoholic, she's just not over Steven yet".
"He dumped her 2 months ago!"
Suddenly, there was some movement beneath Michelle's still body.
Peter and Natasha peered beneath the stairs again and then came down them in order to get a better view. A man emerged from beneath Michelle.
"Oh no, she didn't bring some drunken hobo back with her, did she?" groanded Peter.
Natasha turned on the hallway light. It was Steven.
"Two months is a long time,"Steven slurred with a grin. "Things change" he added, before throwing up on the new carpet.
I've always loved writing stories-ever since I learnt how to write! In the past few years I've embarked on a freelance writing career, making my living from writing non-fiction content. As a result I haven't been writing much fiction, but I've started to get the bug back and I am determined to make time to do what I love. So stay tuned!
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