{Not Continuing}Barstool

Chapter Thirteen

- Joseph's POV -

I woke up to blurred vision and a deadly headache, this was going to be a great day.

I sat up slowly to realise I was in my living room surrounded by cans of beer. What even happened last night?

"Dad?" I shouted out of the room, but there was no answer.

Then suddenly Calum walked in. Calum is one of my good friends, he also works in the bar with me and my dad.

"Bro, you really fucked up last night" He said while shaking his head. I stared at him anxiously.

"What? What did I do?"

"You had a huge fight with Stephanie in front of the busy bar and I think she won" He laughed. I rolled my eyes and pulled out my phone.

"But I guess you could call yourself single now" He blurted out a moment later. I put my head in my hands and sighed loudly.

"Did I really break up with her?"

"Bro, you told her you didn't want to be with her anymore and she said you were worthless and shit" He explained.

"She also told her friends that she thought you were cheating.."

I jumped up and clenched my fists, me? Cheating? That's the lowest thing anybody could do in a relationship and I would not do that.

"She doesn't even know me, I would never cheat!" I shouted as I stumbled over to Calum. He caught me quickly.

"Wait.. Did you cheat on her?!" He said seriously.

"Calum what are you talking about! Why would I do that?" I shouted angrily.

"You smell like a girl mixed with alcohol" He said as he got closer to my jumper and sniffed it. Wow, this is awkward.

I pushed him away and grabbed my jumper and smelt it. I do smell like perfume, but it definitely wasn't Stephanie's. It smelt like strawberries and I really liked it.

- Lola's POV -

I sprayed my strawberry perfume around myself and smiled. Yesterday was.. interesting.

I feel bad for feeling happy that Joseph and Stephanie are no longer a couple. It just gives me a chance to finally do something about this extremely strong crush I have.

When Joseph had his arms around me last night on that bench I felt like I was in a dream, an amazing surreal dream.

He was much taller than I expected. But up close he was more perfect and I had ever imagined, even when he was really drunk and sad.

I could've kissed him there but that would've been a terrible move.

I wish I could've though.

"Lola time for church!" My mum shouted into my bedroom. I glanced in the mirror one more time and smiled.

I'm going to go thank god for last night. Everyone else will be being thankful for their families and friends, but I will be thankful for a bar downtown where a really drunk man broke up with his girlfriend and I got to hug and comfort him.

I'm so messed up, but in the best way.