I don't say anything in response to James, but it isn't long until I hear him exit the room. My hands are still shaking while I look at myself in the mirror. Thankfully I only put a small amount of mascara on earlier, otherwise, I would look like a raccoon from crying. Ugh, what a fucking mess today has been. I lean over the counter to get closer to the mirror to make sure I erase any evidence that I was crying. I wipe away some smudged mascara and fix my hair the best I can. I'm fucking exhausted. Today has been a day from hell and I just want to curl up under my comforter and sleep until next week. I give myself a once over and a scoff makes it's way up my throat. I look ridiculous in the shirt James put on me. I'm practically swimming in this thing. It's an old black Metallica t-shirt that ends at my knees, and my arms are basically nonexistent because the sleeves cover most of them. I know I'm short, but damn, I didn't expect to feel like a toddler in a man's shirt tonight. I open the bathroom door and peak out into his room. It looks like the coast is clear so I walk slowly back to his bed and grab my cellphone out of my back pocket. I pull up the message thread I have with Morgan and shoot her a text.
Me: Hey... Something happened and I really want to go home. Are you ready?
I see that the message was delivered and I wait a couple of seconds in hopes that it will change to "read" and we'd be on our way home soon. I continue to stare at my phone screen and pull my feet up onto the bed and lay down. The music is muffled, but I can still feel the bass coming through the walls. While I have my phone inches from my face, I notice the time... 12:03 AM. MIDNIGHT? How the hell did so many hours fly by. I groan and go back to check if my message was read by Morgan yet, but still nothing. I can't just leave her here, even if she's with Jake and she has spent the night here before. Okay... So maybe I don't want to walk home alone in the middle of the night. The way today has gone, I'd probably get kidnapped or mugged. I roll over onto my other side and decide to send another text to Morgan.
Me: Are you alive? I really want to go home, Morgs.
I watch as the message gets delivered and continue to watch with the thought that if I manifest her to read it, she will. While I'm working my witch shit, my eyes are becoming too heavy to keep open. I grip my phone in my hand and decide that if I close my eyes for a second, I'll be able to feel my phone vibrate with Morgan's text and we'll be on our way home. I was mistaken.
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Honey Whiskey
Romance'I really fucking need to find Whiskey, the drink, and the girl.' *Remember... The faster you fall, the harder you hit the ground* Ashlyn: I understand that when you go away to college, you're expected to experience life-changing events. I never t...
