Characters inspired by their instagrams-
Angelina- @ Courtneydick (top of cover)
Nicole- @ okaspen (bottom of cover)
Angelina's POV:
I woke up with a throbbing headache, and a bunch of random red plastic party cups that were once filled with alcohol.
"Lina?" I groaned moving from my left side to my right to find the person that said my nickname. "Finally you're awake." she loudly whispered.
I cracked a weak smile. "Thanks for being quiet, my head is-"
"There's other people in this room." she said a bit quieter.
"What?!" I sat up and turned my head.
Oh shit.
"Brendan." I muttered to myself. "Do you have a car?"
"Yeah. I'll take you home. you might wanna change first."
I looked down. Damn it Angelina. I was only wearing my bra and underwear. "Sorry." I muttered in embarrassment quickly covering my chest.
"Here." the girl threw me a t shirt and I quickly pulled it on not even caring who's it was. Then I pulled up my own Jean shorts and followed her out to her car.
I held my head and winced in pain. Damn, how much did I drink last night. The girl helped me shade away from the sun. Considering my head was throbbing with pain.
"My address..." I was so confused and the headache didn't help.
"I remember it from last weekend." she said giving me a warm smile.
Wait, this girl took me home last week too? "You probably don't remember me you were pretty wasted." she laughed to herself.
"What is this your job?" I huffed still squinting from the sun.
"If it weren't for me you'd still be stuck with that guy." she reminded me.
"Sorry." I responded sincerely. "Me and hangovers don't get along."
"Funny. that's exactly what you said last week."
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I yawned snuggled up on my couch, finally some peace to rest.
"Lina! Open up! I forgot my keys." I groaned again opening the door finding my roommate, natalie, and best friend standing there. "You look horrible."
"Thanks."
"Ahh there they are." she said grabbing her keys and squeezing them into her Jean shorts pocket.
"How are you not hungover? You had like 8 drinks last night."
She shrugged obviously not interested. "never saw you go home though." I staid quiet. "Who was the lucky guy who spent the night with you?"
"Brendan." I said as she sat there in shock.
"Well damn. you slept with your ex?"
I sighed. "Well according to this Migraine, I was drunk as fuck. But he probably wasn't. Asshole."
"You're coming to tonight's party right?"
"Two parties in a row... I don't know nat."
"Cmon! How bout we stay sober?"
"A party with you, and no drinking?" I asked narrowing my eyes at her.
Natalie basically had boys kissing the ground she walks on. At least 3 different boys come in and out of her room every week. not that I'm innocent either. Intact, she's the only girl who's crazier than I am, which is part of the reasons why I love her.
She shrugged. "It's a lot easier said then done, but we can do it."
"Let's make a bet." I suggested, "first person who gets drunk, has to have sex with the guy that the other person chooses."
She smirked and relaxed back in her chair. "Deal."
