Kissing Habits.

03. Hangover Blues

Chapter Three
Hangover Blues

CAMILA DIMAANO VOWED TO NEVER DRINK AGAIN. A shooting pain throbbed inside her head, causing her to screw her eyes shut almost as soon as they'd opened, and a groan to leave her mouth.

Brief relief fell over Camila's body as a cold damp cloth carefully placed itself on her forehead. Camila practically sunk into the sheets of the bed she was laying in. Wait... Bed?

Though the light leaking in through the blinds left her head feeling achey, Camila squinted open her eyes, surveying the room.

Theodora sat on the chair of her vanity, applying makeup in the mirror, glancing at Camila's reflection in the mirror every few seconds. "You up yet?" She asked as she screwed the cap of her mascara closed.

"Why am I here...?" Camila managed to push out, voice hoarse and throat yearning for hydration.

"Well, I wasn't gonna take you back to your parents," Theodora laughed as if the answer were obvious. "They would've killed you."

Camila brought a weak hand up to her head, pressing her fingers into the damp cloth as she pushed herself up into a seated position. "What about your parents, though?"

Theodora smiled as she turned around in her seat. "They don't give a shit if you do anything; you know they love you." She turned back around, running a hand through her chestnut hair. "If it was me, though, I'd, like, be dead right now."

After another moment of checking herself out in the mirror, Theodora stood up, muttering a, "I'll get you some water," before leaving the room.

Hands roamed the pink floral bedsheets, which matched the pillows and flowery perfume scent of the room. Camila had been inside Theodora's room countless of times, yet she still admired it every time she visited. It was so clean and pristine and put together, describing its owner perfectly.

Her eyes trailed over to the cream cushion bench beneath the window, where her father's pants, jacket and bowtie sat, folded neatly. At least the tuxedo was fine, otherwise she really would be dead.

Almost as quickly as she'd left, Theodora was back, an intricate multi-coloured glass filled with water in her hand. She handed the glass carefully to Camila, who tipped her head back and chugged the whole thing.

"How did you find the party?" Camila asked, voice more clear than before, as she passed the glass back to Theodora and pushed herself back down onto her back.

A snort left Theodora's nose as she travelled back to her vanity, placing the glass next to her makeup and sitting down on the stool facing the bed. "Yeah, I had some fun. The new kid Billy proved to be the new keg king, which was pretty amusing." A smile sat on her lips as she recalled the memory of a sweaty, shirtless mullethead downing beer. "I had a bit to drink, but clearly not as much as you."

Camila let out another groan, turning on her side to face the flowery wall. "I don't remember asking," she grumbled under her breath, but the other girl heard and only laughed.

"No, oh my God, you know what happened?" Theodora asked, tucking her stool closer toward the foot of the bed. Camila groaned in reply. "You were so fucked off your shit that you ended up kissing some guy dressed as Tom Cruise!"