Tully grumbles something before her door is ripped open. She storms back up the hallway and shoots her mother with a less than impressed glare. “You’re really not helping right now.”
Violet holds up both hands. “Hey, if it wasn’t for me, you’d still be sitting on the couch thinking you didn’t get in.”
“If it wasn’t for you putting it on my bed without saying something, I’d probably already know if I got in or not.”
“Geez,” Violet sighs. “You’re just like your daddy.”
“Am not,” she demands. “Why the hell didn’t you say anything? If you thought I got the letter, wouldn’t you want to ask me if I got accepted?”
Violet’s face scrunches up and her eyes briefly flick towards me before focusing back on her daughter with guilt. “To be honest, because you didn’t say anything, I just sort of assumed you didn’t get in and that you weren’t up for talking about it.”
“WHAT?!” Tully screeches in outrage. “You just assumed I didn’t get in? What kind of mother are you?”
Violet shrugs unapologetically. “Sorry. You would have thought the same thing.”
Tully huffs in annoyance before turning her glare on me. “So, you’re just going to sit there and do nothing or were you going to help me look?”
“Do I really need to be dragged into this?”
“Yes,” Tully demands, turning on her heel and stalking back to her room. “You’ve got two seconds to get your ass in here and start looking or I’m telling Noah that you said the tattoo covering his shoulder was too feminine.”
“What?” I demand, throwing myself to my feet and stalking after her. “I never said that. You said that. And besides, he knows I love his tattoos. They’re fucking hot and you know it, you just don’t want to admit that your brother is the hottest thing in Haven Falls.”
Tully scoffs, completely ignoring my ‘hottest thing in Haven Falls’ comment. “Who’s he going to believe?”
“Me,” I laugh. “Always me.”
I can practically hear her rolling her eyes and am already grinning to myself as I push into her room. That grin instantly turns into a loud snicker as I look down and find Tully’s body shoved under her bed with her legs dangling out the back, wriggling around as she grabs items and launches them out to join the rest of the mess.
“It’s not fucking here,” she groans.
I try to hold in my laughs as much as possible as that shit is only going to warrant me a stern talking to from my best friend and honestly, I’d rather enjoy every little minute of this.
I walk over to her bed, being careful not to trip over her flailing legs as a box of extra buttery popcorn is launched across the room. I grin to myself, remembering how Tully has to hide that shit from the boys. Though, I guess it’s only being hidden from Noah now.
I dive for Tully’s bed and decide to make it easy. Grabbing a handful of sheets, I tear them straight off the bed and shake them out before dumping them on a clean space on the floor and going back for more.
“What are you doing?” Tully screeches from under the bed, clearly having seen the sheets drop.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I laugh, tearing yet another blanket off the bed. I mean, I’ve never quite understood why Tully needs so many sheets and blankets on her bed. “The letter is most likely shoved under all this crap.”
“What kind of trashy bitch do you think I am?” she demands, scooting back while groaning and huffing as she tries to reverse out from under the bed. Her head appears down by my feet and she looks up at me with an unimpressed scowl. “I wash my sheets regularly, thank you very much. It’s not going to be in there.”
“Could have fooled me,” I tease, grabbing the pile of sheets off the floor and dumping them back onto the bare mattress.
“You’re fixing that,” Tully grumbles as she gets to her feet and starts looking around.
Yeah…unlikely.
She heads for the desk and I make my way over to her shelving. This room is a freaking mess. It’s no wonder she can’t find shit in here. I start searching each shelf and have to look back over my shoulder as papers, pencils, and old school books start flying around the room. Tully groans. “Where the hell is it?”
I take that as a rhetorical question and keep searching before smothering another laugh as her desk chair goes sailing towards the window and crashes into the wall. She gives up on the desk and moves to her drawer. I look back and taking in the state of her desk, I decide it’s probably best to give it another look.
I flick through old books, check within piles of paper, and even lift her laptop to check it didn’t get lost underneath. Realizing it’s definitely not on the desk, I admit to myself that maybe Tully was right and go to check somewhere else, but as I step away from the desk, I notice a small corner of paper that’s fallen behind it.