1 year later...
-Brooklyn-
"No, one more shot." I said as I was pulled through the crowd my my two friends. I might have had too many shots tonight and I can't think straight but another one wouldn't hurt anybody.
"Come on you whiny little bitch." Hannah said, pulling my arm. I giggled at her pulling myself out her grasp. She had a tight grip on me but I managed to get out. I walked toward the bar, almost tripping over my own feet. I was having double visions of people around me, dancing and drinking. The atmosphere gave me the feeling of freedom but for some reason my friends doesn't like it.
"Can I have two shots of vodka please!" I shouted at the bartender. A pair of hands grabbed my arms once again, pulling me towards the entrance of the club. I was too drunk to fight back so I let them drag me along. I am continuously giggling and laughing at nothing.
"Shut up." Michaela said rolling her eyes. She was usually the drunk one out of the three of us. For some reason she stayed sober for the night. Must have been hard to ignore the alcohol around her.
"Make me." Once we reached the entrance, they released me from their grip and started walking to the car.
"Where are you going?" I asked them.
"Home." Michaela replied, unlocking the car door and got inside.
"You can't leave me here!" I shouted loud enough for them to her. After that the car started and drove off. Assholes, I thought to myself. The one night that I wanted to have fun, they leave me stranded in front of a club. I gave them what they've been asking for, for months. And this is what they do. I took of my black heels and started walking. I wasn't walking home. Instead I was walking to closest person who lives 6 blocks away. I felt life falling over as I started walking but I managed to keep myself up.
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The building is right in front of me. I felt anxious, going up to the very top of the building. I walked inside the building finding the security guard asleep on his desk. I giggled to myself as I almost tripped over my over my own feet. I made my way over to the lift, trying to regain my balance. My hand hovered over the pent house buttons and pressed PH3. The door closed and a s the lift went up, I fell on my bum.
"Ouch." I whined,rolling over to my side. The floor was cold and dusty and everything was spinning around me. I am now realising that I am really drunk. The door opened and a head popped out of the corner.
"Brooklyn?" A raspy voice said.
"Brandon I need help." I said, putting my hand out. His hand pulled me up only for me to fall on his arms.
"Brooke you're drunk." He stated. He picked me up, carrying me bridal style to the living room.
"No shit sherlock." I told him, poking his side.
"Come on lets get you to bed." He said before getting up once more and carrying me to his bedroom.
He gently laid me down on the bed and placed the covers over my body.
"Thank you." I said, closing my eyes.
"No problem." He said placing a kiss on my forehead. After that, I slowly closed my eyes, falling into a deep sleep.
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"Yeah, she's kind of passed out right now." a voice said from next to me.
"Well I know she wouldn't like that and I'm not gonna let her stay with me if she does move out." I slowly opened my eyes, letting them adjust to the brightness of my surroundings.
"I'm not saying she would but from the looks of it she might. Anyways I'll talk to you later. I'll drop her off before I go to New York. See ya." I rolled over to my side to find Brandon sat at the end of the bed. He turned around and gave a smile. I returned the gesture and sat up slowly.
"Morning sleepy head." He said walking over to my side of the bed. My head felt like it was about to explode and everything was fuzzy even the sounds that I was hearing. I simply smiled at his, laying back down on the bed.
"Who were you talking to?" I asked him. My voice began to to crack at then of the sentence.
"Just to Michaela. She told me to drive you back home mainly because they don't trust you walking home alone." my eyebrows frowned in confusion. I haven't done anything wrong in past couple of months. Except for getting drunk but thats the worst I've done.
"What were you saying about me getting mad about something?" He looked at me with a slightly shocked expression across his face.
"I would tell you but it would be best for you to see for yourself." He said. Right now I feel like something bad has happened and I was the only one who didn't know about it. I tried thinking of possible things that could have happened but they all seemed extreme. For example, Hannah giving birth in the middle of the night while I was drunk or Michaela not drinking for a whole week straight.
"Has something bad happened?"
"No it's not bad its just surprising from your state." He said.
"Alright. Do you have any aspirin?" He nodded and opened his bedside table, handing me over an aspirin. He then passed me a glass of water, that was on the bedside table, allowing me take the pill.
"I'll go look for some clothes that would fit you, meanwhile you go take a shower and I'll drive you home." He said.
"Okay, just put the clothes on your bed." I said. He nodded and walked of to his closet. I slowly got of the bed and balanced myself as I stood up.
Everything around me feels like they are spinning and my vision is still a bit blurry. I made my way to the bathroom on the other side of the room.
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I stepped out of the shower, wiping my body with a towel before wrapping it around my body. I feel less awful after a shower but I still feel sick. So far I've thrown up once, before the shower, and i fell like should expect another one.
I walked out of the bathroom and into Brandon's room where I found A plain white shirt, grey boxers and grey joggers on his bed. The door was locked so I was able to get changed.
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"Brooklyn! Are you changed?" He shouted from the other side of the door.
"Yeah." I answered, tying my hair up in a ponytail. The door opened revealing Brandon holding a paperbag. He handed it to me and said, "I put your other stuff here, ready to go?" I simply nodded.
"Let's go."
