Drink The Pain Away

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I had to sit staring outside at the party going on around me. My roommate, Daniel, always throws parties at our house now. At first I used to mind, but now I realize that I get free alcohol as host gifts.

And the only thing that I don't really care for is drunk graduates trying to get in my pants.

When I graduated college, I was with him. Him and his dreams of being as far away as New York. I can't seem to fathom what he's doing there now, probably grinding on another boy with blonde hair blue eyes and no eyebrows.

I invited Meghan here tonight, and we'd locked ourselves in my bedroom for privacy. Even though the music was very loud even through the closed door, my tv was loud enough to drown it all out.

"I fucking hate your roommate," Meghan said as she drank something from a cup she got downstairs. I shrugged, a little distracted. She groaned and fell back onto my bed. "Mitch really destroyed my friend."

"We spent five years together, Meg. And as for Daniel, he's mental. If I kick him out he'll probably shit on my car in his drunken state."

"Oh my god that's disgusting."

"He's done it before to someone else. I can never un-see what I saw that night." She didn't answer, which probably meant she was deep in thought or she was utterly speechless.

"What...what if you move into my house with me? Candace moved out six months ago, And Troye and Sawyer are just around the corner." Yippee. More friends that will bring Mitch up in conversation. I'm just glad that Tyler is in Florida for the next year or so. But it wasn't a bad idea. If Meg were to throw a party, it'd literally be me,  and maybe Lindsey and Kirstie, two girls she met before she and her former roommate Candace moved into a house together.

"Are you gonna give me an answer?" I shrugged again.

"It seems to be a better idea than living how I am now," I said, motioning downstairs. She smiled sadly.

"Look, I know that you're sad and you think you have nothing else to live for, but you're also my best friend. And I'm not going to let you drink your life away because of your first heartbreak." She actually chuckled then, which confused me.

"What's so funny about that?"

"It's not that...do you remember what I said before the first day of school five years ago?" I shook my head. "I asked you if you thought we would find handsome strangers." I groaned. That sent chills down my body, it was so freakishly accurate.

"I guess...but I don't want to talk about that right now. Can I spend the night in your guest room? I don't want to be with Daniel and his drunk friends and stuff." She took my hand in hers and squeezed it lightly.

"Of course. But, I guess it's your room now." I smiled, looking back at her. She looked back at me with tired eyes.

"Thank you, Meg."

"Your welcome. But if we're gonna have a friend moment, can we please stop by Starbucks?" I laughed softly, standing up with a wince. "I'm dying of sleep deprivation."

"Anything for you."

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