The Edge Of Yesterday

Chapter 4

I woke up the next morning with a splitting headache. Groaning, I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I really wasn't in the mood for getting out of bed, but I needed some aspirin, so I dragged myself out of my room and began digging through boxes, looking for some. Unfortunately, there was no aspirin to be found.

As an alternative, I decided to make a cup of tea - that was what usually made me feel better when I didn't feel well. I was certain that there was tea somewhere in this house. 

I began digging through a box that stored things like dishes and cups and condiments in it. It was only half unpacked - the packets of tea were at the very bottom, stored in a small tin box.

I sorted through the packets, trying to decide what flavor of tea I wanted, eventually setting on cranberry mint. I didn't like cranberries themselves, but they were good as juice and tea. 

Humming the tune to "Moonage Daydream" by David Bowie, I warmed up some water and began brewing the tea, staring at all of the bubbles bubbling in the water. A note Alex had left me was stuck to the refrigerator. It read "Went out to get some groceries. back by 1" a smiley face was scrawled right under it. 

What time was it anyways? We didn't have a clock. Judging from the view outside, it was probably 12 in the morning.

Once the tea was done brewing, I poured it into a white cup ( that I had no idea where it came from.) and stirred it, waiting for it to cool down.

Unexpectedly, the doorbell rang, making me jump. Alex was home. Smiling, I walked up to the door. 

"Hey, Alex." I pulled open the door. "I made tea, if you want any." Only then I realized that it wasn't Alex. It was somebody else. She looked familiar. I had seen her somewhere before, but I just couldn't figure out where. Then the memories of the previous night came back to me. 

"My name isn't Alex." Rosie smiled jokingly. 

In a slight panic, I closed the door right in her face, then regretted it. Throwing my weight against the wall, I stared at the mirror - I had the lipstick from last night smudged all over my face and my hair was a mess. I looked terrible, like I had done coke. 

"I'll come out in a few minutes' ' I shouted, wiping off the disaster on my face. I wasn't sure if she heard me or not.

Once I looked presentable, I cautiously stepped back towards the door and pulled it open, not expecting her to be there, but she was. 

"Rosie." I asked; I was somewhat relieved that she had stayed, but at the same time, I wish she didn't. "What-why are you here?"

"I just came over to check on you." she passed me something in a brown paper bag. "I also got you some aspirin, because I'm pretty sure that your head would hurt like hell after last night." 

"How did you know I needed it?" I clutched the paper bag in my hand.

"Intuition, my dear." 

"Thanks." I responded, feeling more and more awkward by the moment. "I'm sorry about slamming the door in your face. I was just... surprised"

"It's fine." Rosie paused for a moment, and then continued. "You didn't look too bad for someone hungover. I'm talking from experience." she smirked, clearly making fun of someone in her mind. 

I wanted Rosie to leave, but at the same time, I didn't want her to. "Why did you-" I stopped in the middle of my sentence, not wanting to be any ruder. 

"Show up to your house randomly? Well, I don't know your number, and I only know your address." she responded, "Wow, that sounds creepy, like I'm a stalker. But, in all honesty,  I wanted to see you again."