Pesy Oneshots

Remember

The first thing I notice when I wake up in the morning is an excruciating pain in my head. The next thing is the feeling of nausea. One question immediately shoots to my head: How much did I drink last night?

I try to remember what happened at the party, but there's just emptiness in my head. I open my eyes slowly and I'm instantly relieved to see that at least I'm at home, in my own bed. Thank god! The last thing I need right now is to wake up in some random hook-up's bedroom with this hangover.

When I roll to the side of the bed to grab my phone off the nightstand, the sudden movement causes a wave of nausea and I quickly sprint to the bathroom. Just in time, turns out.

While I'm hanging over the toilet bowl, I curse myself for drinking so much last night. I know better though than to make some fake promise to never drink alcohol again, knowing well I'll do it anyways.

I brush my teeth afterwards and gladly realize that the nausea is gone now, even though the headache is still there. I take a glance at myself in the mirror and take in my dishevelled state. Messy hair, smudged make-up and pained eyes. When my gaze wanders away from my face, my eyes wide in shock. Where did all these hickeys come from?

I quickly walk back to my room and plop on my bed. When I grab my phone, there's a message from Leigh. 'How you feelin today babe? You were pretty drunk last night xx'

Hoping Leigh-Anne can fill in my memory, I type out, 'Hungover af, but ok. There's one thing tho... did you see me hook up with someone yesterday?'

'No! Not that I know of at least. Why bb?' Her reply comes immediately.

'There might be hickeys on my neck :/ I don't remember a thing lol' I answer, cringing internally. Not gonna lie, I feel like a 16-year-old who got drunk for the first time in their life.

'Uuuh' is the only reply I'm getting from Leigh. I'm just about to ask her how that should help me, when I see that she is typing. 'But fr, I have no idea either. I left a bit early cos Andre has practice today and I didn't see you talk to anybody except the girls and the dancers'

'Maybe you should ask Jade babe, she wasn't nearly as drunk as you and Pez :P She might remember something xx' Leigh adds after a few seconds.

Even though I still don't know more about what happened last night, I quickly reply with 'Okay thanks baba xx'

For a moment, I contemplate whether to text Jade or give her a call, but ultimately decide to just call her. Typing is way too much work in my current state. She picks up after a few seconds.

"Hiya Jes!" Jade greets happily, way too enthusiastic for my liking.

I just groan in response and try to say something, but my throat is so scratchy that no words come out of my mouth. While I reach for the bottle beside my bed, I hear Jade chuckle. After a few gulps of water, I regain my voice and complain, "Jeed, it's not funny!"

"Actually it is," Jade squeaks out between laughs. After she calms down a bit, she adds, "But it's also partly my fault you're hungover, so I'll stop making fun of you."

"Your fault? What do you mean?" I ask her, even more confused than I have been since I woke up today.

"You don't remember?" she asks incredulously.

"No!" I say annoyedly, "I can hardly remember anything that happened after we showed up at the party."

"You see, well, it all started when Pez tried to convince me that she isn't a lightweight," Jade starts to explain in her strong Geordie accent "And 'cos you were already well on your way to being completely smashed, I said something along the lines of "I bet you can't drink as much as Jes tonight" and well, it ended up with yous taking shots together the whole night."