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Chapter 130: Malibu house
🕑 Added 2025-06-13 12:25:44 +0000 UTCWe arrived at the Malibu house close to 2 a.m. The gates opened automatically as our cars pulled into the driveway.
"Welcome again to Malibu beach house. Best place to cure a hangover," I said to the three of them. Though, truthfully, only Paige really needed it.
"Come on in," I added as we entered through the kitchen door. I was helping Paige lean on me for support as we walked toward my room.
Once inside, I guided her to the bathroom and lifted the toilet lid.
"Now you can—"
Before I could finish, Paige was already calling Ralph.
I quickly stepped out.
"Missy, she’s all yours now," I said.
Missy entered the bathroom and helped Paige. Meanwhile, I opened the cabinet and grabbed some clean T-shirts, shorts, and towels.
"Here, Missy. They’re all clean," I said, handing her the clothes.
"Get her in the shower later, cold water. There are sealed toothbrushes in that drawer, and a bunch of other stuff. Feel free to use anything."
Missy nodded. "Thank you."
Then I opened my wardrobe again. "Come here, Sheldon. Help me out."
I handed him some blankets, pillows, and bedsheets.
"Let’s go. We’re sleeping in the living room."
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At 7:30 a.m., I woke up.
"I hate to sleep on the couch," I murmured, then went to brush my teeth.
After that, I went to the kitchen to start some coffee.
A few minutes later, Paige appeared, wearing one of my T-shirts and a pair of my shorts.
"Morning, Paige."
She just groaned and slumped into a chair at the kitchen table, hands holding her head like it might crack open.
"I will never drink again," she muttered.
"I’ve heard that line a hundred times. Never seen anyone stick to it," I said, sipping my coffee
She glared at me. "This is partially your fault."
"I just paid for the drinks. Never told you to drink, didn’t even encourage it," I replied. "You think I’d let you drink just so you’d suffer a brutal hangover and learn the hard way not to do stupid things?"
She glared at me again.
"Can you give me a glass of water?" she asked.
I handed her the water.
Minutes later, Alan walked into the kitchen. He looked at Paige—dressed in my clothes, clearly hangover—then looked at me.
"What happened?" Alan asked, weirded out.
"I picked up a stray cat off the street," I said casually.
Paige choked on her water and looked thoroughly annoyed at me.
Before Dad could ask again, Missy walked into the kitchen, also wearing my clothes.
"Morning," she said normally.
Now Alan glared at me.
But before he could speak, Berta appeared.
"Morning," she said.
The rest of us replied, "Morning."
Berta looked at the two girls and smirked. "So you already started, huh?"
"Not really, Berta," I replied, pulling a couple of bills from my pocket and slipping them between my fingers. Berta took them instantly.
"But my room probably needs a good cleaning..."
Paige choked again, coughing.
Berta started clanging a few pots and pans.
"What was that for?!" Paige groaned.
"Best way to cure hangover in a bad girl," Berta said flatly.
Then Uncle Charlie walked in.
"Why all the noise this early?" he grumbled, then noticed the two girls. "Ohh," he said, turning to me. "Nice job." With a thumbs up.
"Can we stop this misunderstanding?" Missy cut in. "We three didn’t have sex last night."
Now it was Alan choking on his coffee.
"Okay, can we start talking now?" Alan said finally.
"Well," I began, "Paige needed my help. She was drunk and about to do something stupid. So I went there and helped. And I thought—where’s the best place to take a drunk 13-year-old girl with problems and issues?"
"Hey, we’re not working with underage here—besides you," Charlie interrupted.
"Yes, that’s the only problem," Alan added sarcastically looking at Charlie.
"By the way, where’s Sheldon?" asked Missy.
"I told them to take him back to Caltech shortly after we left the room. It was impossible to sleep with him in the living room…" I said, then turned to her. "When you’re done with breakfast, I’ll have someone drive you home."
Then I looked at Paige. "And you—we need a serious conversation." I tossed her some hangover meds.
She caught them, still glaring me.
I just raised an eyebrow and went back to my coffee.
After a while, everyone started to disperse. Missy looked a little incredulous as she watched Alan and Charlie leaving.
"That’s it? Nothing more to talk about?"
"I trust Jake," Alan said simply.
"Yeah, the kid can handle it," Charlie added with a shrug.
Missy looked at me with a mix of envy and confusion. "Your family is so cool. You brought two girls who slept in your room, one of them clearly drunk. And even after I told them nothing happened, they just believed it? No punishment or anything?"
I shrugged. "You heard them. They trust me. That’s what you get when you don’t do stupid things."
After breakfast, one of the guards drove Missy home.
"I’ll be out there," I said, pointing to the deck. "When you feel better, come find me."
Some time later, Paige appeared and sat beside me.
"How you gonna fix me, smart guy?" she asked, a bit snappy.
"I have an idea," I said, looking her in the eyes. "But I need two things from you."
She nodded for me to continue.
"First of all, if we’re going to do this, you need to give it your all. Whether it’s college or whatever you choose, you give your best—no half-ass jobs."
I paused. "Second, no more drinks or drugs. Nothing that could land you in juvie."
"You want me to be a goody two-shoes girl now?" she asked, voice dripping with sarcasm.
"No. But you’ll respect the law." Or most of them…
She scoffed. "Okay, I can do that. So what’s your idea?"
"You move in with me and my mom. I stay there half the week. I’ve got plenty of friends—you’ll still have fun, even if you go to college."
