Over

Fifteen

After an intoxicating night with the girls, and countless hours of sex, you were worn out. Finally fully opening your eyes, you turn away from the light peering through the curtain.

"Hey sleepy head." Carti's deep voice says from the left of you. You sit up in the big king sized bed, and use the duvet to cover your naked body.

"Morning." You say groggily.

"How you feel?" He asks walking over to you from the door way.

"Like shit." You say putting your head back under the covers.

"Had a feeling you would. Y'all was fucked up last night. Here." He says sweetly at the sight of you hungover. The sound of something clacking on the bed side table caused you to emerge from the covers.

"Thanks. What time is it?" You ask swallowing the ibuprofen he gave you accompanied with a glass of orange juice. Your raging headache and sensitivity to light made it hard for you to look at anything.

"Ten o'clock." He says sitting at the edge of the bed.

"Damn. Why you up so early?" You ask laying back.

"I felt like taking you shopping today. So hurry on and get ready." He says tapping your legs.

"Really? Another shopping spree?" You ask in disbelief. You wondered where this was coming from. Your first assumption would be the sex. The last time he took you shopping was for the promotional party. You still had the $5000 outfit hanging in your closet.

"Yeah. You thought I wasn't gon' take you shopping again?" He questions.

"Nah not really." You say nonchalantly as you roll over. You tried to sound like you didn't care, but your lazy smile buried in the pillow proved otherwise.

"Stop playin' and get up." He says rolling his eyes at you.

"But it's so early." You whine throwing your limbs off the side of the bed.

He says nothing but shoots you a stern serious look.

"Okay, okay I'm up." You groan sitting up again.

As he leaves the room, he tells you to be ready in an hour. With that, you slowly made your way out of his bed and into the bathroom. You ended up throwing up a few times before you actually got ready. The medicine didn't help as much as it should've. You drank way too much for a single pill to help. After you were done emptying your stomach fluids into the toilet, you brushed your teeth and took a shower. You put some fresh clothes on and head downstairs to start your day.

"You ready?" Carti asks as you enter the big kitchen.

"Yeah but I'm starving. Can we make pancakes first?" You ask heading for a seat.

"You always tryna make something. Lemme see what I got." He says laughing and shaking his head at you.

You sit at the big round marble table centered in the middle of the kitchen, and lay your head down in your arms. You could hear every sound, and see every light. You did your best to not act super hungover. The clanking of the pots and pans was intense.

"You need flour for pancakes right?" He asks turning around to you.

"Um duh." You say lifting your head up out of your arms.

"In that case, we not making shit." He says shrugging his shoulders.

"Why don't you have groceries?" You whine putting your head back in your arms.