High School - Joshifer

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Josh POV

I wake up, and the first thing I notice is my head throbbing like crazy. It's almost like someone is hitting my head with a baseball bat, repeatedly. I try to move my left arm up to my head, but I don't have the power to do so. Not yet at least. The next thing I notice is how cold the bed is. I slowly turn, and see that I'm alone in my bed.
Didn't Jen stay the night last night? I try to think, and a few, blurred memories comes to mind. I remember meeting her ex-boyfriend, her falling to the ground, and me telling her I love her, while she was laying in my arms. Yes, she must've stayed the night. But oh, my mind is to foggy to think about this anymore.

The third thing that comes to my mind, is the sun, shining trough the gap between the curtains in front of my window. Mental note to self: remember to close curtains before sleep. I lift my head up, and look out the window. The sun is shining, sending rays of warmth all over the city. I can hear a bird whistle form outside, probably singing for the love of its life to come back. The slight wind make the trees whisper; its leafs rubbing on one another, creating a peaceful summer morning.

A peaceful morning if you weren't hangover as fuck.

The fourth thing I notice is the sound of the fridge being opened from downstairs. My mind automatically races to Jennifer, and I decide to at least try to get up. I prop myself on my arms, the movement making the stabbing in my head turn into bombing, and and swing my legs off the bed. I'm only wearing pajama pants, and since the closet is on the other side of the room, I decide against wearing anything else.

I proceed to walk down the stairs, the slowest I think I've ever walked. There, in the kitchen, Jennifer and Connor was standing, making eggs for breakfast.

"Well, good morning sleepyhead!" Jennifer chuckles as she sees me, "Nice of you to join us."

They laugh, and the sound makes my head bleed on the inside.

"Will you guys keep it down?" I whisper-yell, too afraid to say anything louder.

"Looks like someone is hungover," Connor says "Josh, are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine"

Jennifer walks up to me and kisses me lightly on the cheek.

"I'm going to get some Advil for you, huh? Be right back."

I nod thankfully, and go to sit down besides my brother. The smell of eggs and salt were much stronger over here, and I can see that they've also made bacon. Not too shabby.

"Sooooo.." Connor says as he looks at me.

"What?" I say, as I sit down on the counter island, and putting my head in my hands, trying to slowly massage my temples.

"How's it being in love?" He asks, out of all the questions he could've asked. For example:

Why does it you look like you haven't slept for four days straight

or

Why do you ooze of alcohol and bad morning breath.

But no, of course little Cupid here wants to be updated. The question takes me a little off guard actually, and it takes a few moments before I have an answer.

"It's... It's like not having anything to worry about. Like you know everything is going to be fine, you know. Because you each other. It's great, to be honest. I wouldn't trade it for anything."

As I end my teeny tiny speech, I hear a loud thud from upstairs, followed by a row of curse words said by Jennifer.

"Can you check what's going on?" I ask Connor, trying to make it sound like I'm not dying for some Advil right now. He nods in response and walks up the stairs. I stand up, the sudden movement making me dizzy, and walk over to the pan, and turn the eggs, and take them on a plate. Just as I finish, Jennifer comes down the stairs, a box of Advil in her hands.

"What the hell happened?" I ask.

She blushes. "I kinda... Uh, I don't know... Maybe... Like... Made every little thing on the shelf in the bathroom fall out because I was reaching for the Advil?" She looks away, and her face looks like it's dripping in colors from a warm, mid-July sunset.

I laugh, but stop, and wince at the sharp pain in the left side of my head. Jennifer gets the point, and goes to get a glass with water, and takes out two Advil's. She gives it to me, and I take the pills, pop them in my mouth, and swallow them with the water. I kiss her on the cheek as a thank you, and she continues to make the breakfast.

"So, is Connor like cleaning up or something?" I ask, as I sit back down on the island. She nods. "He's cleaning so I could give you the painkillers faster."

She puts eggs and bacon on a plate, and hands it to me. I thank her, and starts to slowly eat, but then I feel something in my stomach, and before I even know it myself, I'm running towards the trash can. I bend over just in time, and for the first time in a really long time, I can call myself really hangover.

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OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING

like there's no reason, I've simply a) forgotten about it or b) hadn't had the time or c) haven't had the energy.

BUT IM BACK BITCHES!

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