Boston, Mass. Welcomes you

Tuesday

A's P.O.V.

I woke up. Yes the sentence is boreing, even hurt myself just to agree I simply woke up. I didn't simply wake up though. Just did an easy action. After I woke their were things that happened. First I noticed the almost noticeable pain in my head. Second my brain remembered some of the events of last night. Third my head breached in pain, mostly because after I remembered my brain understood why it hurt so I'm guessing I got hopelessly drunk, and yet I still made it home. I was unsuccessful getting out of bed when the drowsy kicked in and I fell in the floor.

I think five to seven minutes after I felt my stomach lurch forward. Of course still no one still cares enough to check to see if I'm not dead. Although, the carpet is comfortable.

About a few seconds, I ran for the bathroom. Nearly tripping over . . . . . Pants. I ran, down the hall and bam, bathroom, I knock. I wait, and nothing happens. I walk in and I am greeted to the guy from the bookstore. He's shirtless, and his hair is tousled and looks as though someone ran their hands through it. I take him in and realize he's taking a wazz.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHGGGG, WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE". I turn and slam the door.

So now I am in the hall, waiting on the boy to hurry up in the bathroom. Thinking about why he's in my house shirtless. Looking like he just woke up from sex. I laugh. I think I slept with him, no I would remember it. Did Em? Or did M? Why is he shirtless, he's hot. Was that muscles, and a pack. Damn why does he work at a bookstore. He can work in my harem. I'll pay him with my body.

"Um, I'm done", he walks out. I quickly run in the bathroom, but stop.

"Um, I didn't see anything, er. Did, um, I didn't sleep with. . . . . . . . You, did I", I blush, I'm pretty sure it's hard to notice in my ever fading gray skin.

"No, no you didn't, um. Why did you ask that", his eyes narrow. Good to know he doesn't like me, is it my body.

"No, no.......I.. no, I just", I stop the vomit I suppressed is coming back at full speed. I open my mouth and run to the toilet not even closing the door.

"I'm glad I make you vomit, for a minute I thought you found me attractive, and you seem like the shallow type. Do forgive my words, but I find you very improper". He frowns at me. I look up and feel another wave of vomit coming out of my abdomen. I allow the poison to leave my system this way.

Eventually I stop throwing my guts up and find the pills that relieve humans of pain. My head aches above my eyes, the back, and the sides of my head. My back and neck are sore from something. My knee aches, and I want coffee.

I walk to the living area, were the hot Russian guy was on the couch drinking coffee, and eating breakfast with my friends.

"Where's the coffee, and my breakfast", I ask and sit on a love seat.

"You'd know where it was if it was up your ass", Em snaps, is she jealous. I mean he's not into me, and if he's
Not into me he likes Mel, not Em. I mean it's not that she's ugly it's just she's scary. Like she looks all bulk, and built. When really she's just big. Not like fat, just. . . Not pretty. M on the other hand, she's pretty, she's the perfect size. She says it's because her parents starved her. When honestly I'm convinced she did it to herself. Then when she gained, she flipped the fuck out. I stopped eating when I was younger, and started working out. Determined to become pretty. I had to everybody hated how I looked. I was a slut, person of low life, my clothes showed to much, and I was fake. So let me tell you this now. I am 100% real. I don't pose as some person, but act a different way. I am real. Just because America thinks just because I'm pretty means I'm fake and a slut. So all you jealous bastereds who think I'm fake. Ugh. They only thing that I didn't fight for is my hair.

"How could they be up my ass if I really don't know where they are", I ask. I realize I left a joke open.

"Is you're butt numb", Bookstore dude asks. I see a smirk on his face.

"Nope, although you could pass for gay", I spit. Just like that a phone rings and I run for it, but bookstore guy gets it. It's His phone.

"Hello, Michael", I look around noticing how he said that name. His accent is very panty melting. I notice M pretend to stab someone. I look over and see Em cross her legs and bite her lip. The things I notice, I shiver. The couches and loves seat are black. So they match. We have a 70 in TV and some weird tree coffee table and end tables. The lamps are touch sensitive, and are black and gray. I think it looks dark and depressing, but Em picked it out. M didn't like some of it at first then Em made her an offer. So we got a weird living room.

"Okay brother will you come pick me up", Em just stares into the black screened TV, M laughs at her, and I go find me food.

I come back with eggs and coffee and notice what the morning has let them wear. M is in an undershirt with booty shorts, and Em is in her long sleeve sweater that comes to her knees. Bookstore guy is still shirtless with ripped up pants on.

"You should put a shirt on", I mutter while siting down.

"Okay, goodbye Michael", he closes his phone," you should put more clothes on as well", Bookstore Guy says.

"You're kidding right. I live here. What if Em huh, she's wearing only a sweater, and M is wearing booty shorts and an undershirt", I complain. Em takes off for her room, and M gives me this "and?" sort of look.

"Em looked just fine, the neck line hugged her neck, the sleeves were long, and the sweater came down to her knees. Plus she tucked the ends under her legs so it did rise", he states things that I did notice, just chose to ignore.

"I think you need to leave", I growl.

"Just a few days ago you were throwing yourself at me, but after I showed your friend Em even a small amount of kindness. You decide I am trash, am I correct", I didn't answer. So he carried on," you, yourself have treated me as garbage because I showed compassion for another being, correct. So by humane means you are garbage for treating me different, because I showed your friend kindness". He lost control of his accent, and started saying words in Russian. M laughed at him.

When Em finally came back she was wearing normal everyday clothes for her. Bookstore guy sighed when he saw her. I mentally won.

"You shouldn't have listened to your friend. I thought you looked okay", I swear he looked nice. Like he wanted her to be wearing the sweater.

"I'm glad you changed", I add.