Life & Love of the Tormented

Chapter Fourteen

The sound of my alarm wakes me.

Ahh fuckkkkk. My head, it's killing me! Who's idea was it to drink that much!?

  I roll over and turn the alarm off on my phone, checking the time in the process. 7am, ehhh, fuck. I really can't be fucked going to Uni but it's still only my first week so I know I should go. I just have to conjure the strength to move my arse and get up and get ready. I knew this was going to be painful. I wonder how Colton is feeling this morning because I feel like death!

  All of sudden my bedroom door flies open.

"Who's fucking idea was it to drink the entire bottle of Jacks?", Colton half yells half groans before body slamming my bed and basically bouncing me right out of it.

"I fucking wonder!", I say with a groan as I stand.

"Your bed is comfy as fuck Meels".

I walk around the bed heading towards my ensuite door, "Don't get too comfortable, I've got to be at Uni in an hour and half", I say before disappearing into the attached bathroom.

Colton buries his face in my pillow and groans once more.

  I'm showered, have my hair done and I've made my face up in the efforts to try hide the hangover that's written all over it and burnt into my very existence. I make my exit out of the ensuite into my bedroom, in search of today's outfit. Colton hasn't moved from my bed.

"Get your arse up boy! We're getting breakfast before my first class.", I announce, swatting him with a pillow.

  "Fuck you Ameliaaaaa", he drags out the last letter of my name in a whining tone.

"Colton Rae Smith, get your mother fucking arse up! It's your fault we're in this situation in the first place!", I swat him again.

I pull on my bra and panties, using my towel to cover myself before opening my wardrobe and grabbing the black spaghetti strap playsuit and crop leather jacket that I've chosen to wear today. I dress quickly while Colton still has his head buried in my bed linen.

  "Meels?", Colton says, his voice muffled by a pillow.

"Hmm?", I reply, completely distracted by tying my Doc Martins.

"I fucking hate alcohol", he announces.

I start laughing, this is coming from the guy who I can almost guarantee will be trying to convince me to drink again tonight.

  "I've heard you say that how many times over the last 6 years I've known you?", I say through my laughter.  "So are you coming to breakfast?", I ask him.

"Yeah, I'll just go grab my shit from the car", he sighs and rolls himself up off my bed.

  Once Colton is showered and dressed he meets me in the kitchen. He's dressed so perfectly 'him', dark grey military cargo pants, with straps and pockets everywhere, a plain black t-shirt and his timberlands. He's put his piercings and stretches back in to.

"Ready?", he says.

"Yeah, two seconds", I reply before downing the last of my coffee.

"Are you sure you're cool with me crashing on your couch until Monday?", he asks.

"Yeah it's sweet. Taya said she'll find the blow up mattress when she gets home from work if you'd prefer to sleep on that?", I reply.

"Oh fuck yeah that'd be awesome! I'll tell her thanks tonight... I was meant to be flying up to Cairns to fix shit up on a site up there tonight but the boss gave me a couple extra days off and changed the flight", Colton tells me.