Chapter Eighteen
There's only one other moment in life where I remember getting this horribly drunk, and no, it wasn't at the club with Keith or with Luke. Back home in the states, I tried drinking my friend under the table for the sake of my pride. I ended up passing out on the ground thinking about cute kittens and golden crunchy hash browns. It's an odd combination but it felt right at the moment.
"Shit it," I groan. "I really want hash browns now." There's something about drinking and greasy food that makes me happy.
I just know today's going to be a terribly slow one. Now that things with Kade are rocky and I'm forced to make my own food. Well, I might as well curl up on the couch and die. That's a little drastic, but I'm in a dreadful mood right now.
My throat burns, a dry husk which leaves me feeling uncomfortable. I get up from the couch and walk into the kitchen. I grab a glass out of the cupboard and the water jug from the fridge. The cool water passing through my body is like jumping into a cold pool after a warm day.
As I turn towards the bench to place the glass down, I notice a piece of paper and my clutch bag resting on top. I slide the piece of paper out to read the short note scribbled across the paper.
"Thought you might require this." – Kade.
Screwing the note up, I throw it over my should, uncaring of where it lands. I grab my clutch and retrieve my phone. I've got a few missed calls and a message from my mother. At least they're missing me. I thought they'd forget about me.
I open the message from my mother and type back a quick reply – she's worried I've been mauled by drop bears from my lack of response. Then, I grab my things and head back to the bedroom.
My things are still scattered around the room and I feel slightly bad for the mess. I step over the clothing and towards the wardrobe. I change out my clothes and into something fresh and light. It's a playsuit which is colourful for the beautiful weather here.
"What to do, hm." I frown. "Anything, really."
Grabbing my white handbag, I stuff my purse, lipgloss, sunglasses, and phone inside. Whatever I'm doing, it's not going to be wallowing in here for long. I have the whole city to explore. Maybe I'll hit up the beach? Go shopping or just get lost in the beauty of the culture.
Running to the main section of the apartment, I hop inside the elevator and press a few buttons to get it moving. The doors ping opens when I get to the ground floor. I walk out and look around, only to find that the ground floor is almost deserted. I stroll onto the street and wander down the pathway. If I walk around long enough, I'll find something.
As I wander down the street, I look at my surroundings and bask in the warm glow of the sun. Nothing in particular catches my eye, just boring business buildings. Instead, my mind wanders to Kade's speech last night. My mind might be slightly fuzzy, but I get the logistics of it.
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Faking Famous
Storie d'amoreIn a world of lies, betrayal and too many secrets, Lydia must navigate her way through without revealing her undercover identity. But what happens when she gets in too deep and her life is put on the line?