Another boring day. But it was over now so I suppose that's good right? I place my keys down, going on my couch. I loved my job, sometimes. I mean, i was thankful for having my own job i could survive on.
In my hand was my bowl of ice cream. Hung on my walls were my barbie dolls. I guess i couldn't give them up, In Mint condition. When i was younger, i would have played wijh my dolls. But i'm grown up now.
My phone rings. F/N. of course. she usually has some big news she calls me for. I don't mind. "Hello? I say. "Hey, You want to go out? She asks. I considered her offer. I liked going out, even though i was happily enjoying my ice cream, which was gone now.
I suppose so.
"Sure, I replied. F/N squeals. "Great! I'll be over very soon, so be ready!" "I will, I replied, ending the call. I quickly go in my room, assembling on what i should wear. i have good clothes, but i didn't know which look i was going for.
I found something, placing my outfit together. F/N knocked on my door not very long after. F/N smiled. "You ready?" "Mhm, I replied, kind of excited now. F/N was more of the party animal than i had ever been.
But she knew how boring my job had become, and wanted to cheer me up. I follow F/N. Smart for us to uber so we could obviously drink. F/N smiles. "So, how did work go? Boring like normal?"
I nodded. "Barbies everywhere. I might go insane. I think we need new ones, honestly." "You love Barbie! F/N pointed out. Which was the truth. I love Barbie. I love her culture, dolls, my whole childhood, but we need something new.
or maybe i'm really going crazy.
F/N sighed. "Well.... We're here! Come on, no more worrying about your boring job you should have declined!" I shrug, getting out. She drags me in. I needed drinks. I would admit. I probobly would've come here by myself, but oh well, F/N is fun to be around.
F/N gets us drinks, placing mine in front of me. "Here you go. If you need more, obviously order more!" I laughed, sipping my drink. "Okay." "Come on, dance with me! F/N begs. I roll my eyes, giving in.
The music was really good, surprisingly, or maybe i already was drunk. I only had one drink so far. We dance before getting more drinks. Now I was full on drunk, F/N singing loudly. When we ended up going home, F/N slept over. She was drunk, and honestly, didn't feel like sleeping in her own home.
I would regret this tomorrow.
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I woke up to F/N throwing up from drinking. I groaned. My head hurt. I called in sick, i couldn't go. I would throw up constantly. I sigh, unsure if i should get out of bed since i called in sick. However, F/N obviously got up.
I would eventually throw up from being drunk so i should. I get up. F/N groans from my guest bedroom. I soon throw up, Not long after. I groaned." why did i drink so much?"
"dunno, you ask me Y/N!"
I roll my eyes before i throw up. I stop eventually, making me and F/N breakfast. I only regret drinking so much, i had so much fun last night. my boring job i completely forgot about.
"Here, I offer. "Thanks, I was starving, F/N smiled. I chuckle as I eat my breakfast too. F/N was my oldest friend. We grew up together so I did plenty with her. I had other friends but she was definitely my closest and oldest.
Neither of us minded that we spent a lot of time together, it made us closer as friends. There was a brief moment when we weren't friends. In Highschool and it was over something stupid. Now, though, we were good.
Suddenly Mom calls me. "Hold on, I say, F/N nodded. "Hey Mom, I say. "What's up?" "I wanted to talk, She said, her voice stern. I knew I was in trouble. Or, well, something else. Mom usually spoke in that tone unless i was screwed.
"Okay, I replied, confusedly. "Did you get black out drunk last night? She asked. "How did you know? I asked. "Not important, You have your own responsibilities you didn't prioritize, Mom lectured. She yelled for some time.
I knew how she was. But sometimes we need nights off. Mom obviously never understood fun. F/N looked confused. "You okay?" "No, My Mom is, being herself, I sigh. "somehow, she still ruins my life in now i'm out of her house."
"I'm sorry, your Mom sucks, F/N said. I shrug. "She also is super religious. But i'm 22, I'm not like 18 or anything." F/N nodded. "Oh fuck. I should go. If not, I'm screwed." "How come? Your Mom still living with you? I teased.
"Ew no, i placed her in the nursing home for being a bitch, She jokes. F/N was one of five kids, youngest, so her Mom had been older. "Fuck her, I replied. "Bye, F/N!"
"Bye, Y/N!"
I smile, watching her leave. She was sober so, i had no worries. Mom liked spamming my messages on how i would be going to hell if i don't find Jesus. Which is super funny. Because Religion is not my thing. But she seemingly doesn't understand, I guess.
I groaned, finishing breakfast. I ignore Mom's calls. Deciding on having a fresh new day. I got dressed, then spent some time watching TV.
I had a great day. I guess as great as you can get from watching shows that I've seen a million times. However, I knew i would go back for work tomorrow. I was so looking forward to working in my boring office job.
Office Job.
I shouldn't have even taken up the job. However, I knew i needed money, plus working for Mattel seemed ideal. I look over to my doll collection, Barbie smiling.
I should be happy like her. Be carefree.
I disliked being an adult. greatly.
