Horrible Human Beings

STAY WAY FROM HIM PART I

STAY WAY FROM HIM PART I

Making that guy Paul lick Jim's shoes made us feel powerful. For the first time in a while we felt like we were under control, and it was priceless. We laughed and drank and laughed for hours about it until Charlie ended up holding me while I puked in the bathroom, but it didn't matter. It worth it.

Morning came too fast. I don't know at what point everyone left, but I slept maybe three, four hours? I'm not sure. I got mixed memories of that night, but what really matters here, is that before the sun was up someone shook my shoulder.

I opened my eyes groggily and found Charlie staring at me with perky eyes. It is funny how the blue in them was even brighter in dim mornings like that one.

I parted my lips to speak but the stench of alcohol mixed with mints overwhelmed me and almost made run to the bathroom again.

"So...You're still drunk, don't you?"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled a bit. "I'm not drunk Eric"

He glared at me. "Do you even know who am I?"

Crap. "Yes Charles, I'm just half asleep. Cut it off" I groaned as I tossed to get back to sleep.

"Get out of bed we got work to do" He mumbled and then I recalled that Liam was next to me and noticed that Jim was missing.

"Where is Jim? And what work we got to do?"  

"He left half an hour ago. He probably is getting ready for the game"

The game. I thought with tiredness. If Jim and his team won that game they would be automatically in the finals. It was exciting, though a bit discouraging for me. I didn't want to get out of bed in at least ten days. My head was killing me and the world swayed a bit around me.

"Why are you here anyway? Alice threw you out?" I joked closing my eyes again.

Charlie took me by the ankle and drew me out of bed. "You lost our competition. Remember?"

Damn. "I thought we were just joking"

"I wasn't" He affirmed.

"Oh come on Charlie. I'm not feeling..."

"Everyone is as wasted as you are, but they still got to eat. You too. Now get up"

I cursed in my insides and stood to glare at him.

He crested his brow. "Why are you wearing lipstick?"

I arched a brow. "What?"

"Um...There" He drew a circle in the air around my lips.

I ran to the bathroom and turned on the lights while he came in after me cracking in laughs.

I squinted at my reflection in the mirror. Jim. Thought with bitterness.

After kicking Charlie out of the bathroom, brushed my teeth and wiped the lipstick from my lips thought I must admit that that color suited me well. Never mind, I bathed with some cold water and even when I was freezing and wanted to scream my lungs out, it helped me to wash my hangover at least a bit. Still, I wanted to get back to bed.

Charlie was waiting in the kitchen with a bowl filled with vegetables.

I chuckled when I saw him. "Are you sure about this?"

"Mike come on! It will be fun" He said happily as he threw an onion to me and I caught it in the last minute before it broke my nose. "Don't you remember what a good time we had the last time you tried to cook?"