i really hate you, i think?

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girlxgirl

"where do you live?" sage asked, set on taking me home

i didn't exactly want her to, but i was too exhausted to argue

"nearby."
i sat down, on the driveaway

i didn't want to walk anymore.

"what are you doing?"

"sitting." i answered

would it be so bad to sleep on a driveway?
"i can see that, but why?"
i did hate sage, but i also wanted to go home

"can you drive me home?" i asked instead, ignoring her question

"if you stand up." she didn't question why i changed my mind

reluctantly, i stood up and let sage lead me to her car

she opened the door for me, and maybe i could get used to sage being nice

i leaned my head back, and shut my eyes, sleeping for just a minute

but when i woke up, i was not in the car

rather, i was in a bedroom i'd never been in

sleeping on a bed, that was more comfortable then mine

my head pounded, reminding me of the alcohol i'd drank

how did i get here?

i looked around the room, did one of my friends take me home?
there was advil and a bottle of water on the bedside, and i gulped them down

my phone was on the bedside table, and it was noon of the next day already

the door opened, and my head whipped up to see who it was

sage, of course it had to be fucking sage

i probably looked horrible, and the first person to see me was sage

"what am i doing here?" "i didn't know where you lived, and apparently, neither did you."