The morning after the party I woke up on the foot of my bed. Trying to get up, I realised that I had Linathi's legs across both of mine.
Pushing them off,with incoherent protests from my friend, I got up and looked around still a little disoriented. I saw Klemeze sleeping on my couch with her left hand stuffed in a bowl of Twinkies, Michaela snoring softly curled up on the couch with a Charles Dickens open on the side of her head and some random shirtless guy on my ottoman SHOPIA THE FIRST written across his chest. Sophia the First? Weird... I vaguely remember seeing him at my school. Maybe a senior. I was too tired to start thinking that hard.
I check my phone and see a text from Lisa telling me we all owe her, probably meaning Benji, for taking us back home and not letting us get molested by extremely hormonal pubescent teenage boys at the party last night because we were ,quote- 'Freaking wasted out of your extremely stupid but pretty minds!' I wasn't surprised to notice I didn't have the hangover symptoms other people usually did.
In case you might want to know, I was blessed with the amazing gift of not to being able to get a hangover. No matter how much I drank. No matter how strong it was. As you might have guess, that little blessing is the envy of the whole teenage population, or rather to the crowd it applied to, at the beloved establishment we call high-school. The school that is-
"Aaaaaaaaaargh... why do I still drink knowing that I'll eventually get a hangover?" Klemeze whispered lowly.
''I guess some of us are just fortunate that we don't get hangovers. " I whispered back.
''I don't count you, you inhuman creature. And stop talking so loud. Jeez. It's like you're talking threw a freaking megaphone into a microphone with surround sound speakers with an awfully obnoxious rap song playing in the backround... Gosh I'm never drinking alcohol again." She added the latest part to herself and I smirked knowing that that promise wouldn't last until the next big party she decides to Grace her presence with.
making my way to the bathroom, dodging questionable substances on the way, I made a mental list of things I'd do today...
Get my car from whoever's house I left it at.
Get the 'Hangover Remedy' from Matt.
Go grocery shopping.
Remember to get snicker.
Remember to get lots of snickers.
I looked around my room,like really looked. Damn,this is a mess. I thought noticing the actual mess around me. My sheets on the curtain rail, chips and other snacks all over the carpet, empty bottles, a door hanging from the ceiling fan on rope -how it got there I will never understand-my balcony scattered with glitter and streamers flapping from the air-conditioner .I'll ask Gaz to get his crew to clean it up.
I made my way to my friends and got them up. Of course not without a kick some kickboxing champions would be proud of, from none other than...-drum roll please-Princess Klemeze!!! Or Klemeze The Destroyer. Or The K Killer....Whichever you would prefer.
I got Mr. Sophia to get up too,told him where the extra toothbrush in my bathroom was and told him to get cleaned up in the bathroom while the four of us sat on my bed, two of my best friends ranting about how unfair it is to wake up a hungover person and how evil it is occasionally sending me death glares, the other grumbling about annoying best friends while I just laughed.
About ten minutes later the dude came out looking cleaner and less icky than he did before. I'd kick him out but I wasn't that heartless. My friends went in after him and also brushed their teeth. I didn't need to tell them where anything was because each of them had their own essentials kept here for sleepovers and occasionally the place to crash after the party like now, so whenever they came, they had what they needed.
