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olivia pushed herself off the floor, groaning. the light streamed through the ivory colored curtains, the bright yellow rays causing olivia's head to ache. her skull felt like it was being crushed by the flesh and muscle around it, like a nail being hammered into a wall.

blocking the sun with her hand, olivia walked into the living room to find her roommate, jade, laughing.

“how does it feel to be hungover?” jade asked, laughed softly. she and her boyfriend, michael, sat on the couch cuddling and watching world war z.

“it feels fucking great.” olivia mumbled, sitting down beside the couple and laying her legs over theirs. “but the best way to relieve a hangover is to drink some more. do we have any beer left?”

“no, but we have vodka or something.” michael said, shrugging as he glanced at olivia before averting his attention back to the screen. jade smacked his chest, glaring at him as she did so. olivia simply nodded, jumping up. olivia ignored her throbbing skull so she could beat jade to the cupboards. and as if she were a jungle cat, jade jumped up and ran after her.

olivia hastily grabbed the bottle of jack daniels from the cupboard, taking a drink almost immediately. jade struggled to grab it from her hand as olivia raised her arm, jumping up and barely missing the opportunity to wrap her fingers around the bottle. jade pouted, stomping back over to her spot next to michael. olivia sighed in relief, drinking more of the bottles content before sitting down in the recliner by the kitchens entrance.

“good job asshole.” jade mumbled, glaring at michael once again. jade knew he couldn't keep his mouth shut, so she probably shouldn't have told him anyway.

“it was a mistake, i'm sorry.” michael apologized, annoyance in his voice.

“biggest mistake of your life.” jade growled, steam practically coming from her ears. poor michael, olivia thinks, he doesn't know how i am when i drinks. jade forbids heavy drinking when he's around. though michael drinks like he's gonna die tomorrow, jade doesn't want olivia to turn michael into an low-life alcoholic. “we can't keep alcohol in the house and if we do, we lock it away.”

michael simply rolled his eyes, his attention solely focused on the brad pitt movie. jade begins to chew his ear off for ignoring her, annoying michael even further.

“are you even listening to me?” jade asked. michael simply ignored his girlfriends rambling, only giving one or two word answers. rolling her eyes, jade gives up on pestering michael and turning her attention to olivia.

“and you! you need to-” jade began, waving her perfectly manicured nail at olivia. as jade rambled, olivia's mind began to wander.

much like she does everytime jade speaks, olivia tunes her out by thinking of a random song that is stuck in the depths of her mind and allows the audio play from memory. you'd think tha jade would pick up on her habits, michael has. but jade is as naive and oblivious as her boyfriend.

“thank you for telling her about the jack daniels left over from when issac brought them over. so i'm blaming you.” jade has a way of blaming others for things that happen to her on a day-to-day basis, even if they were actually her fault.

michael began to ramble on about some nonsense persisting to what they were talking about, saying something along the lines of, “if you wouldn't keep so many secrets, we wouldn't have had this problem.” olivia agreed, though she really wasn't listening. jade really shouldn't keep stuff from michael, the boy's an idiot.

after olivia finished the bottle, she sat up slowly. her headache was gone but she was still a little dizzy, so it didn't bother her that much anymore. olivia listened to their argument a few minutes more before she spoke, “well, as much as i'd love to hear you two quarrel, i have an aa meeting to attend.”

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michael isn't michael clifford, just to be clear about that.

i tried writing in third person but i might just go back to first. idk.

i hope you enjoyed reading. xx

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