In Love And Death

What the Hell Happened Last Night

I woke up to Bert poking my nose. He kept saying the word,"Hi," shyly. I slapped his hand off of me.

"No poke," I said groggy.

"Yes poke," he started poking my arm. I slapped him again. He poked my neck. I just let it slide, his fingers tickled me. "It's fun to poke."

I sat up giggling and moved the sheets off of me. I noticed that Bert was shirtless, he had a tattoo that looked like a stick figure on his ribs.

"What's that?" I asked him.

"Oh," he stopped poking me and looked down at it, "this is my interpretation of me."

"That's pretty awesome," I said. I looked down at my clothes, they were different than what I had on before. I had baggy shorts that looked like Bert's and a My Chemical Romance t-shirt that wasn't mine.

"Did you change me?" I asked him. I got up and started looking at myself in the mirror. "Or I did before I went to sleep."

"I changed them, your clothes were wet from jumping into that pool last night."

"We didn't go swimming last night," I retorted. All I remember was going to sleep and running into the bedroom together.

"Yeah we did, we broke into the community pool," he said. "It wasn't just us though, everyone else went too."

"Seriously, how the fuck do I not remember this," I said to him. I felt a pain in my head and my stomach hurt. I just thought it was nothing and ignored it.

"I don't know," he said. "Bad memory."

"Well tell me everything that happened last night." I sat down next to him. I glanced over at the clock, it was about 10:45.

"Okay, so I woke you up at around 2 and we met up with Jeph, Branden, and Quinn. We all climbed the fence and got in. All of us jumped into the pool. Quinn, being the weird person he is brought beer with him. We got so shit-faced last night."

"Wait, we are all underage though," I said. Remembering all of us were 19 or 18, hell I was 17.

"Quinn gives zero fucks. He can be a dumb guy."

"Go on." I figured out why I hurt. I clutched my side. Bert noticed me in pain but he just went on with the story.

"Ok Zoe, when we got back Quinn and Jepha passed out on the floor, Branden had left because he doesn't want himself to drink. Then we came in here and kinda had sex."

"Wait, we had sex?" I was surprised by what I was just told.

"Yeah Zoe, you are a cute, sexy drunk," he kissed my forehead.

I started to remember what had happened. I could picture most things that went on that night. "I remem-," I was about to puke. I rushed to the bathroom  covering my mouth and Bert followed me in.

"Hangovers fucking suck," he said. He held my hair back from my face and rubbed my sore back while I did my deed. I felt my face heat up.

I flushed the toilet and rested my arms on the seat. "Why the fuck did we do that?" I asked. I threw up again while Bert answered my question.

"It's fun while it lasts." He told me. "And then the hangovers can fuck my ass."

I flushed the white object in front of me again, "I feel like dying." The pain in my head was worse. It felt like needles were stabbing into my brain.

"Well, it'll go away Zoe," He said. He smiled at me to tell me everything would be okay. It helped for awhile.

I puked again, my stomach was empty, so I started dry heaving. I slowly was blacking out, Bert could tell what was happening.