Finding Me

Chapter Two

As I opened my eyes I felt the weight of about eight trucks filled with bricks being pounded against my skull over and over again.

Slowly the previous nights events began coming back to me, and I couldn't help but smile.

I'm counting that as my first kiss, it was in the heat of the moment, both people wanted it (I hope) and it felt good, well better than the actual first which doesn't really count anyways.

My first kiss was when I was thirteen and it actually traumatized me.
My 'boyfriend' of the time locked me in a cupboard under the stairs and refused to let me out until I rewarded him with a kiss. It was like a messed up Harry Potter fan-fiction.

We were both confused pre-teens so that evening ended in an awkward peck on the lips followed by the attempt of a hickey, where he thought taking a chunk out of my neck was the correct way to perform this act of intimacy, it's only okay if it's Edward Cullen (which it wasn't).
I ended up staying the night at Vic's because god forbid if I turned up at my house with even a trace of being in a hundred meter radius of alcohol.
Right now I'm sprawled on her sofa with Vic's beautiful boxer dog named Rosie sprawled over me.
We have a connection.

After the awkward conversation in Jace's bedroom I then went back to the party, Vic drilled me about what happened obviously noticing something in my expression, I then promised I would tell her in the morning.
After that I tried to forget the event by drowning my sorrows in vodka and coke which is the reason why I can barely blink without being in pain right now.
I can't even remember how I got here.

Rosie began fussing above me before letting out a cute dog yawn and a stretch, which was slightly awkward because she's on top of me but oh well.

I looked to my side and noticed Vic was on the two seater, mouth wide open snoring away.

I gently pushed Rosie off of me and advanced to my phone, after I was satisfied with the pictures I put my phone away and attempted to wake Vic up from her dreaming state.
"Vic"
"Vicki"
"Victoria Adams wake up right now, I'm bored and lonely in your house!" I loudly whispered out whilst tapping the side of her face making sure to avoid the drool.
That seemed to do the trick when she muttered the un-translatable sounds "mhhyamahakin".
Then Rosie decided to jump on her face and stark licking her everywhere.
Again I quickly swiped out my phone and took more pictures, for blackmail reasons if needed in the future.

"Connieeee, how did we get home last night?" Vicki practically whined like a six year old.

"I have no idea, but what I do know is that my brain hurts so bad right now."

"Me too but we are not going to waste the day, get showered and changed, we are going to eat breakfast in the garden and then do something with the day."

As I was about to come back with some whiny remark about how tired I was I caught sight of the garden through the gap in the curtains.
It really is a beautiful day
The sun was shining, there were birds on the garden fence minding their own business, it looked lovely.
"Okay fine, I'll be down in fifteen."

What I liked about Vicki's house is that she had two bathrooms, so we could both shower and get ready without taking turns.

Once I was finished with my shower I grabbed out my outfit for the day, I brought comfy clothes because I knew I would probably be hungover.
My outfit consisted of comfy leggings, a navy blue polka dot spaghetti strap top, sandals and my sunglasses.

As I walked down stairs the doorbell signalled.
Vicki's parents were out and she was still getting ready so I got the door, and on the other side was Connor.