That Day In Ibiza

Scarlett

Laughter and music filled the air out on the balcony. It was June, and the girls and I were on holiday in Ibiza for my 21st birthday.

"You did not say that!"

"Of course I did, I thought I was still waiting for it to go in."

"George!" I shriek as the tears roll down my face from laughing that much.

"What?" My best friend Georgina asks as if this conversation is totally innocent.

"You heard me. Honestly George, where do you even find these lads?" I laughed, my Geordie accent always came through thicker after a few drinks.

"I've told you time and time again Georgina, you're worth more than that." Lucy shouts as she puts out the menthol cigarette before stepping back inside the room.

Lucy was normally the quiet one of the group, but a few drinks in and you would never know that. She always makes us laugh and comes out with some hilarious one-liners. She also never smokes unless she's drinking, a habit all four of us have unfortunately picked up along the way. Menthol cigarettes are just a usual occurrence on a night out now.

"Yes I know, I know. But how was I supposed to know he was going to have a dick the size of a cocktail sausage? He didn't even have the girth to make up for it girls. You all know that saying, big shoes?" We all laugh. Georgina was definitely the wild one of the group.

I loved nights like this with the girls.

"Well clearly that's not always the case, 'cause his feet were fucking huge." George snorts while laughing making the rest of us crease up.

I wipe the tears from my eyes as I grab my drink from the table. Sitting back in my chair to enjoy the amazing view from our balcony of the Ibiza strip coming to life now that the sun has set as the girls finish getting ready.

"Right right, enough about Georgina and her interest in men with tiny dicks!" Layla shouts as she makes her way back out to the balcony to join us. Layla was most definitely the sunshine of the group, that's what I always called her. She was always so happy and positive and was never afraid to speak her mind. For such a tiny person she had such a big personality.

"When are we leaving? It's our last night here, I wanna make it a good one!"

"Yeah, she's right. Let's get a move on! I wanna get out of here before I run into little pecker again." I playfully roll my eyes at Georgina as she grins, downing what was left of her vodka and coke. We all crease up again.

"Stop! My cheeks hurt from laughing" I whine.

Out of every single man on the island she could have, of course, Georgina would find someone who's staying in the same hotel as us, and now we have to avoid him.

Typical George.

"We're just waiting for the usual suspect over there to crack on." We all turn to look at Lucy, as she sits brushing her long blonde hair.

"You'd think after all this time you would all be used to this." Lucy laughs as she finishes her hair and stops in front of the mirror to add some lipstick.

It's true, after all the years of knowing Lucy, I was used to it. We had grown up together from the age of four, we drifted apart when we got to high school then come back together, we always just clicked, I could tell her anything.

After checking herself out in the mirror for the last time, she pulls her dress up her petite frame, and straps on her sandals.

I could only wish I had a body like that, and trust me, boy have I wished for it. Diets, gym classes, you name it, I do it. Anything to keep me in shape. My belly certainly wasn't flat and toned like my friends but I tried my best. Sadly, no matter how hard I try, there's just no getting rid of the serious hips and an arse that could give Kim Kardashian a run for her money, but this was me. 'Pretty eyes and chubby thighs' is just one of the many cheesy one-liners Georgina comes out with to make us giggle. George and I pretty much have the same body shape, except I'm a complete short arse and she has legs for days. We would kill to have the figures that Layla and Lucy have, but we were both unfortunately blessed with serious curves. That being said, we try our best to never let it get us down, and over the years, we've learned how to embrace them.

Georgina was who I had known for the least amount of time but when we first met at college at seventeen, I just knew she was going to be my best friend. She just got me like nobody else and I knew she would always be there for me. You know that line:

a good friend knows all your best stories, but a best friend has lived them with you;

that couldn't be more true, she's like the Samantha to my Carrie.

Oh yes, we love sex and the city. In some way, all four of us resembled our own Carrie, Samantha, Miranda, and Charlotte.

Lucy was definitely our Charlotte, the quietest of the four, always polite with such a kind soul. Layla is very similar to Miranda, constantly keeping herself busy, so strong-willed and independent. Then without a doubt, Georgina is our Samantha through and through. A total wild card, what you see is what you get with her. She's can be very blunt, but she's got a heart of gold. Definitely the party animal of the group. So then that would leave me, and I guess you could say I am the Carrie of the group. I absolutely adore my friends. If any of them have problems, I'm the first person they call and I'll be there for them whenever I need to be, no questions asked. I'd like to think Carrie and I have some similarities in our dress sense and our love of designer bags and shoes too.

"Finally!" Layla groans as she heads towards the door.

"Let's make our last night one to remember, girls!" Georgina shouts as she grabs our key card for the room as we all head out.

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And we did.

Oh God, we did.

In fact, our last night only ended around three hours ago, talk about making the most of things. Crawling in at 7:00 a.m. on the day your flying home is never a good idea. Add in being woken up by kids crying in the hotel room next door just three hours later then you've got us still half-drunk, fighting the world's biggest hangover.

"I honestly feel like I've been hit by a train." Lucy groans, throwing the pillow over her head to block out the sun that's currently shining through the windows. Why did we not think of closing the curtains? Probably the same reason as to why there are three of us squeezed onto one bed, the one closest to the door, leaving two big empty beds next to us.

"Me too." I pull myself up so that I'm sitting with my back against the headboard as my eyes slowly start to adjust to the ridiculously bright light. "What a night..." I cringe as my head starts to throb.

"Why do you do this to us every time Scar?" Layla groans as she stretches out from the ball she was curled into at the bottom of the bed, how did we all even fit on this bed?

"Do what?"

"Get us shots, you know it never ends well. I mean, look at bloody George, she fell asleep with her head on the toilet seat." She points to the set of legs coming from the open door of our bathroom.

I cringe again, shit yes she did. Flashbacks of how drunk my best friend was last night come flooding back and I start to laugh. We started the night so good, a nice last meal at a cute little Mexican restaurant. Then we moved on to some pubs in the centre. Cocktail after cocktail soon turned into gin, vodka you name it, they kept coming. Then the shots, oh the shots.

Fuck my life.

Believe it or not, that was all before the foam party. This is definitely not all on me, these girls are just as bad if not worse. Georgina was dancing on tables, Lucy was chatting to some random group of guys that we ended up sticking with for most of the night. They were hilarious, all from Scotland and I blame them for starting the shots off. Which of course I agreed to, because I mean... why the hell not? Then Layla just kept the drinks flowing, as soon as one was finished another was straight there.

"Oh come on guys, I never forced them down your throat, and really it's not even my fault, it was Lucy who started it all! She was the one who started getting us ten euro deals of fat frog cocktails then buy one get one free gin and vodkas. Then, if you all remember right, she's the one who befriended those lads from Scotland who started the shots, I just agreed considering they were only one euro."

God, the drink was cheap here.

"Ughhh, don't remind me." Lucy whines from next to me in the bed.

"You look like shit."

"Right back at you sister." And oh boy it's true. I hadn't even looked in a mirror yet but from the state of Lucy and Layla right now, I can only imagine what I look like. Layla has black eyeliner smudged down her face and her smooth thick dark hair from last night is now replaced by something that could only be resembled by someone sticking their finger into a socket. And Lucy, well Lucy looks exactly like how I feel right now. Her eyes are dark and her red lipstick is smudged across her face and I can tell that she's still half-drunk because normally, she would've already been sitting with her head inside the toilet.

God, we've seen each other in so many different

states

.

"My head feels like it's actually going to explode and my mouth is dry as hell." Layla groans as she moves across to the empty bed next to us, flopping down and wrapping herself up in the soft white sheets.

Lucy nods at her but I can tell she hasn't actually acknowledged what Layla's just said. She's definitely still drunk.

"Me too, I desperately need something to drink. Lucy, however, is still half cut I think, still drunk there Luce?"

"I think so. Scarlett, right now you smell like what we were drinking last night, and last night was amazing, but right now, you're making me want to vomit."

"Aww, thanks, hun. Always appreciate your compliments."

At least we have most of the day to recover before we have to get to the airport for our flight home.

"Come on girls, maybe we should go get some breakfast. Some greasy food to soak up the booze and get some fresh air before we have to pack and get ready for the airport later." I say to the zombies that resemble my friends.

"Uhhh, that actually doesn't sound too bad." A voice from the bathroom croaks as she crawls on her hands and knees towards the bed. Poor George.

"What about you two? Are you coming?" I ask Lucy and Layla even though I know what the answer is going to be.

"Definitely not." They both say at the same time.

I get up and help Georgina up from the floor before quickly splashing my face with some cold water to try and both sober and wake myself up. Then, both George and I, quickly throw on our swimming costumes and some shorts. Georgina twists her long baby pink hair into a perfect bun on the top of her head. She always makes a bun look good. I, however, quickly brush through my brown wavy hair and tie it half up before throwing on some giant sunglasses.

"That's about as good as it gets today."

Georgina joins me with some giant sunglasses as well and we grab our beach bags near the door before we head out for some serious hangover food.

"Oh, Scar!" Layla says, getting my attention just as we're about to walk out the door of our hotel room. I turn and raise my brows questioning her.

"Happy Birthday! 21 at last babe!" She shouts, making Lucy groan at the noise before she joins in.

"Oh, bloody hell, yeah! Happy birthday Scar, wish I could join you for birthday breakfast but I seriously just can't face it." I laugh and thank them both as Georgina and I leave the room.

We walk down the corridor, out through the hotel, and Georgina sings

Happy Birthday

the whole way regardless of the weird looks she gets from some of the older guests in the lift down to the ground floor.

"Oh shit, that hurt my head, it's a good thing I love you."

"Feeling is definitely mutual George, thanks."