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xxvii - a blissful hangover

g w e n:

Death would've been a more suitable idea than to have to wake up to an intense pounding against my skull. A sledgehammer to my brains would've been more pleasing than whatever this was. But I guessed this was punishment for getting carried away when it came to mixed alcoholic libation. I didn't remember coming home last night, but as my eyes slowly adjusted to the stream of light that filled the room with a warm glow, I soon discovered that I was, in fact, not home.

My body jolted upwards, a total mistake, as it seemed like my brain slushed against my thick skull. I threw my hand to my head, wincing from the pain and prayed to God that this torture would subside soon. After regaining a state of calmness, I reopened my eyes to attest the situation. My eyes darted from corner to corner, taking in the posters, the television and the pile of unfolded clothes on the floor. It was then when this setting became more familiar, and less frightening.

Calum's room.

How I ended up here was a mystery to me and I hoped to find out- once my incredibly dry throat was ebbed with some water. I threw the blanket that was draped across my legs to the side, and proceeded to get out of bed. I noticed that my entire body was covered in a long shirt, to which I assumed belonged to Calum. Though my legs were weak, and head still felt dizzy, I mustered all the strength I had in me to find my belongings. To the side was my purse, but to my dismay, the cellphone next to it was dead.

"You've got to be kidding me," I groaned to myself, as I pressed the button on my cellular device. With a sigh, I chucked it into my purse and slung it around my body. By the closed door, my shoes were nicely placed against the wall, instead of it being flung aimlessly like the pair of Chucks at the foot of the bed. Grabbing my shoes, I quietly turned the door handle and peaked my head out the door.

That's when it hit me.

Like strong gust of wind to my nostrils, the savory aroma of breakfast foods infiltrated my nose, making my taste buds dance in excitement. Maybe it was Calum cooking? He was no where to be found, and I quite possibly hoped that the dark haired bad boy, whom I was still angry with, was downstairs flipping bacon on the stove.

I walked out of the bedroom, slowly making my way down the carpeted hall and down the staircase. As I inched closer and closer to the kitchen, the smell was relentless. I guessed this was what people meant when they hand the munchies, because grease sounded like the best idea ever. When I approached the main living area, I however was not met with the tattooed boy. Instead, were two women who were uncanny to Calum.

"She's awake," Mrs. Joy Hood smiled, her eyes gazing at the hot mess before her. "How are you feeling Gwen?"

I cringed in response, causing both women to chuckle. When I walked into the kitchen, I was immediately met with a hug from Mrs. Hood and soon after, an embrace from the other.

"I'm Mali, Calum's big sister," she announced, as she separated from the hug. "Please sit down. I'll get you some water and aspirin."

I did what I was told, taking a seat at the kitchen nook while Mali sauntered over to one of the cabinets.

"How'd you know I was here?" I questioned, just as Mali handed me a tall class of water and a tiny white pill.

"Calum," Mali simply answered.

"He walked into my room early this morning and asked, well, commanded that I take care of you when you woke up," Mrs. Hood explained, causing a pang of guilt to hit my heart.

"Oh no! You don't have to take care of me. I'll be fine," I quickly spoke. "I can call someone to come pick me up. I don't want to be a bothersome."