Page 62 of Secrets & Stoners
“Wow, Eliza,” I breathed out. I couldn’t imagine what she had felt like at that moment. Eliza always looked up to her dad, and to find out that he wasn’t biologically her dad must have been devastating.
“I know!” she wailed miserably. “And here I was, being an asshole because you kept a secret, but I kept mine too.”
“And yet we’re still best friends,” I reminded her. “Shit like this comes and goes, but we won’t change.”
“Oh, things will change, but I refuse to not talk every day. I’ll hunt you bitches down if I have to.”
“Who are we hunting?” Teagan asked as she came out, followed by Sienna.
“You guys. Specifically, if you stop talking to me every day once we all get packs and live our lives,” Eliza clarified. “And we’re spilling deep, dark, hidden secrets.” She explained her situation all over again, getting a speechless, shocked reaction from our two friends.
“Holy shit, woman. Have you searched for him?” Teagan asked.
“Teag!” Sienna groaned. Teagan shrugged, not in the least apologetic. Our girl was, and always would be, blunt as fuck. “Just know we’re here for you if you ever need us.”
“Thanks, Si, I know,” Eliza said with a sigh. “And no, I haven’t been brave enough. I’m not ready.”
“That’s okay,” Sienna reassured her as she crawled into our friend’s lap and crushed her in a hug. She might be an introvert, but Sienna was the glue of our group, calming and bringing us together. She always made sure we felt respected and loved.
“Anyone else?” I joked.
Teagan tapped her chin. “One time, at a PR event with Dad, I snuck into a band’s dressing room and stole one of their rings. The lead singer has a ton, so I nabbed one because I was obsessed with them.”
“Who was it?” I asked. All three of us were hanging on to this story. Her cheeks burned red, and she groaned, hiding her face behind her hands.
“Drake from the band Timeless Death. I was obsessed with that little emo guy and I… may or may not still have it.” She held up her hand to show off one of her rings. She always wore a mix of them, and I’d never realized that one stood out. The ring she held up was black with silver skulls, and it was thicker than the others.
“Stop it!” Sienna barked out a laugh. “You didn’t!”
“I did.” Teagan joined in, all of us laughing until we were crying. “It fit perfectly, too.”
“Good thing you chose the skinny punk,” I added as I wiped the tears away.
“Sienna?” Teagan prompted.
Our redheaded friend shrugged. “I’m the innocent one, I guess,” she joked, and I didn’t think any of us were surprised. We knew she had taken care of her sick mom and didn’t get a chance to earn any crazy stories. I hoped one day she’d find herself a spontaneous, wild pack to bring out her crazy side.
“Oh shit!” I gasped. “Didn’t you guys have plans? We’ve been out here for like twenty minutes, spilling secrets like it’s truth or dare.” That set them off again until Teagan stood and ushered us out.
“Come on, you’ll see,” she said mysteriously, expecting us to follow.
Excitement filled me as I let Teagan lead the way into the kitchen where an insane amount of bags were scattered all over the kitchen counters. Peeking into the ones closest to me, I saw they were filled with bottles of alcohol, munchies, and, oddly enough, lingerie.
“Lingerie?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at Teagan.
Sienna grinned at me. “A wedding gift from us to your guys.”
“Plus a few other things we saw at the shop while we were there,” Eliza and Teagan said at the same time.
Despite the heat I’d just gone through, I could feel the heat in my cheeks as I looked through what they had picked out. There was a new vibrator, a few dildos, and a strap-on that had my jaw dropping open.
“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it out,” Teagan whisper-yelled, making me chuckle.
“There’s also some lube in there somewhere.” Sienna nodded at the bags.
“I think I’m ready for drinks now,” I told them. Teagan clapped her hands with excitement before she started pulling stuff out of the bags.
“Let me help her before she starts mixing us drinks that are a splash of soda and mostly alcohol,” Eliza said, rushing to take over before we were all drunk off our asses one drink in.