You Can Paint Me

Sequel Ch. 9: Sightseeing

Ugh...

My head hurts so bad. My eyes are burning. My brain is spinning like a frozen banana inside a blender. If someone were to hit me with a hummer right now, it would probably feel less painful than this.

I woke up thinking that someone was banging on the door but then realised, it was my head banging on it's own. When I fluttered my eyes open, I started to question my existence, the date, month and year I was living in. For a moment there, my memory had just went flying off the window, far, very far away from my stupid brain.

I am not really sure whether I am hangover, dead or just hungry... Is there a possibility that I am all three? But just in case, please someone, anyone just... kill me.

I don't really remember much from last night, but the fact that I needed sunglasses to go to the bathroom this morning tells me it was awesome...

If I did or said anything wrong last night, I... I.... Well, I don't think digging a hole would be much of help because the regret would still be there eating me alive. So, let's just say, I will go bang my head on the wall until I get memory loss. That sounds about right.

The first thing I did after violently woken up by the chirping of the birds at seven in the morning, was to call the girls. I had to make sure that my drunk self didn't make any awkward situation for my sober self.

Which, in all honesty, I highly doubt. So that's where the girls take place.

My first victim for interrogation was Mia. However, my plan didn't work effectively because the pink fluff didn't even pick up the phone. It seemed that not only I was having a beautiful hangover. Mia must have taken it a lot more heavily, considering that I called her over twenty times and not even once did she pick up. She even hung up on the phone at some point.

Second, came Ava. This victim, unlike the first one, did pick up the phone after the second call I gave her. Although, when she tried to speak, a monstrous groggy voice, that sounded like a growling beast came out of her. Both her and I got so startled that we simultaneously hung up the call, as if it was a silent agreement between us. It appeared that Ava needed some time to adjust to her surroundings, instead of burning her braincells first thing in the morning to remember what happened last night.

And last but not least, Bethany.

Bethany was actually already awake the moment I called her and by the sound of her voice, she seemed to be doing perfectly fine.

It must be nice being her right now...

"Are you sure you remember correctly? I didn't do anything wrong last night?"

It seemed odd. When I asked Bethany about last night, she just told me that everything went smoothly. Other than a bunch of drunk people playing Spin the Bottle and having fun, nothing else happened. Not even me blurting out things that I shouldn't. Which sounded weird.

"Of course I remember correctly! I was the only sober one there anyway. You did NOTHING wrong last night, don't you worry!" she replied happily, as if to reassure me. But I swear, I heard her snicker.

Is it just me or is Beth lying to me? I don't know why but I have this feeling. She seems suspiciously... calm. Almost too happy about it.

"Well, I'm relieved to know that. I have never drunk this much juice to black out and remember nothing before. I don't even recall the time Mia and Minho brought me in my room last night."

"YeAH, I know right? AHAAHAHaha..aha... Although," she coughed, as if she was finding it hard to phrase her words. "It was Chan who brought you to your room not Mia and Minho..."