nightlife ● enhypen

hungover princess

》》Isis《《

"There's my sleepy princess!" My dad said as I walked down the stairs to the kitchen. "Had a rough night? The headaches still bothering you" He asked.

I nodded, putting on a sympathetic face. That's the lie I've been telling my dad for the last year and a half. Terrible migraines, the perfect excuse to why I sleep until after noon every day, and carry pills in my backpack.

"I'll call the doctor again if you need me to." He offered, but I just shook my head.

"Um actually I called yesterday and he said that my symptoms are normal considering the 'big changes'." I did air quotations. Initially, the doctors claimed it was stress headaches because senior year was ending. Now since I've decided not to go to college this school year, they've claimed that it's from overworking.

They've done MRIs and CT scans but never found anything out of the ordinary.

That's because nothing's wrong with me. I don't have trouble falling asleep and I don't have a pounding headache from stress or work.

I have hangovers.

I actually have what people would like to call a very active night life. I leave my house at 8 pm and stumble home at 3 am. Not ideal for everyone but I'm having a blast.

To the family men, hard-working independent women, and studious college goers, the nightlife is a mystery. Sure they know of clubs and bars staying open into the early morning hours but that's usually the extent of their knowledge.

They don't know about the under ground raves that require you to pop an unknown pill upon entry. Or the street races that take place down past the old warehouse at the edge of town. Or the secret fighting ring operated on the mall rooftop. I dabble in most.

But being involved in 2 or 3 is the most ideal for many.

For example, if you're involved in gang activities, more often than not you're also involved in racing and drug dealing. Or the drug dealers are always involved in the rave and party scene.

I don't like to be limited on my options.

"Hey Isis, I'm gonna be out running some errands for a little while. You know Yeonjun's supposed to be coming today and I want you on your best behavior." My dad called grabbing his keys. I rolled my eyes.

Yeonjun is my step brother. His mom and my dad have been married for about 3 years. But since they never moved in together, Yeonjun and I only really see each other on holidays and special occasions. His mom Yena is going on a business trip for two months and my dad offered for him to stay here with us during that time.

"No he needs to be on his best behavior. " I mumbled under my breath. Yeonjun and I can rarely sit in the same place without starting a full blown argument. That's because he's extremely childish and likes to annoy me.

"I hope you're mumbling about what a great time you two are gonna have together!" My dad says heading towards the front door. I chuckled.

"Right. Bye dad."  I waved to him and locked the door behind him. Before I could take two steps there was a knock at the door. Reopening it, there stood my dad...and Yeonjun.

"Look who I found in the driveway." Dad beamed.

"Is there a return to sender option?" I said sarcastically.

"Hey sis." Yeonjun smiled, ignoring my comment. I waved.

"Hey~" We just stood there in silence for a few seconds.

"Well, I gotta run princess, come help Yeonjun with his bags." My dad waved leaving once again.

"Princess~" Yeonjun said in a mocking way, dropping the façade he put up around my dad.

"Shut up!" I laughed. The misconception that our parents have is that we hate each other's guts, but we just argue a lot. He's actually really funny when he's not being an total ass.

I turned around leaving him at the door.

"Um, aren't you gonna help me with my bags." He called stepping inside and closing the door. I continued towards the steps.

"Yeah lemme get dressed first."

"Bro it's just to your driveway and back." He whined laying over the backside of the couch. I ran up to my room and began changing clothes.

"Bro." I whined in mockery. "Always complaining." I said to myself. I took off my pajamas and slid my shorts on when a knock at my bedroom startled me.

"Ugly said what?" Yeonjun said quickly, pushing my door open.

"What? Oh my gosh! Get out!" I yelled throwing my pajama top at him. He caught it laughing. "I'm serious Yeonjun! I'm literally topless right now!"

"And I'm literally not leaving until you're ready to get my stuff out the car." He retorted. I yanked my shirt over my head.

"I'm ready. Happy?" I pushed past him. This is why people think we hate each other, because he will do everything in his power to annoy the hell out of me.

Getting the stuff out of the car literally took less than 5 minutes. We carried everything to the second floor guest room that was next door to mine.

"Okay, I'll leave you to it." I announced turning on my heels.

"Wait!" He called out.

"What?"

"Chicken butt." He laughed as I kept walking.

"Wait no but for real, I'm hungry."

"Well you can go eat then–food's in the fridge or pantry– or wait for my dad to get back home. Regardless, I'm going to take a nap cuz I gotta work later."

I left before he could stop me again, retreating back to my room. Flopping on my comfy bean bag chair, I was reminded of the drinking that I did the night before. My stomach churned at the thought.

Definitely not drinking today.

After a quick trip to the bathroom to empty my stomachs contents, I returned to my comfy position. It probably took me about a minute to fall asleep. What can I say, I'm just my father's sleepy princess. Cosplaying as a member of society, secretly fighting the worse hangover imaginable.