Weakness ~a sequel to Glad You Came~

Chapter Four

When I woke the next morning, my head was pounding and I felt so sick. What the hell happened last night?

All I remember was the first two drinks, then the rest was a complete blur.

I got up from my 'bed' and walked into the bathroom.

I looked in the mirror and I had a dick drawn on my forehead... Oh god.

I went to the bathroom, then I decided to get in the shower.

I was covered in glitter, numbers, and I even found a hundred bucks in the pocket in my jacket... What the hell.

After I got out of the shower, I slipped on a pair of sweat pants and an oversized sweater and went into Nina's room. She was still sound asleep, but she was wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized sweater instead of her dress.

Then I walked into Haley's room and she was awake, on her phone.

"What the fuck happened last night?" I asked her. She looked away from her phone and looked at me. She sat up, and stretched. "Well, it was crazy. I think you and Nina are banned from the pub." She said. My eyes widened.

"What, why?" I asked. "Well, after a few glasses of wine and a few shots, you decided to jump behind the bar and steal a bottle of whiskey. Nina was dancing on top of the tables and screamed 'the British are coming' every time someone entered the bar." She explained. "That's not all." She said.

"After you stole the bottle of whiskey, you crawled up under a table and drank a bottle of wine. Then Nina and you decided to jump on people's backs, like men, and have them carry you around. That's when you got numbers written on your arm." She said. "Well I washed them off. But I was also covered in glitter." I said.

"Well, after you two got thrown out of the bar, I attempted to walk you two home, but instead you wanted to stop at the corner store to buy glitter. And when I mean you bought glitter, I mean you bought a legit tub of glitter." She said. "So I dumped it on myself?" I asked. "Actually no, Nina did. I was completely sober last night, so I remember everything, and I'm quite frightened to explain to you what happened next." She said.

"Oh god..."

"Okay, after you bought the glitter, you two decided to go to another pub. By this time it's almost four in the morning, and when we got to the pub, you poured glitter everywhere and dumped a drink on Nina. Nina wasn't mad, she just dumped the glitter on you. After you two had that mini play fight, Nina tore her dress open and her heels broke. So that is why she is in a sweater and shorts... The sweater and shorts aren't even hers." Haley explained.

"Well who's are they?" I asked. "She actually jumped another drunk girl, and they switched clothes." I was in shock. How the fuck did that all happen last night?

"Is there more?" I asked. "Not really. You two finally got tired around seven then we decided to come home, and when you fell asleep Nina drew a penis on your forehead." "That bitch." I said.

Haley laughed. "You two are crazy mother fuckers." She said. I was about to respond, but I felt sick to my stomach. I ran to the bathroom and threw up. Alcohol and glitter... I felt like I was in a Ke$ha music video.

I sat down beside the toilet and rested my head back on the side of the sink.

Once I felt strong enough to stand up, I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a cup and some aspirin. It was around four in the afternoon, and my head was pounding.

I walked by Nina's room and she was just waking up. "What the hell happened last night?" She asked. "Go ask Haley, she will tell you the whole night." I said with a laugh then I walked back into my room and got on my laptop.

I looked in my mentions and non were from Jay, he didn't even text me. But what I did notice was a ton of pictures from last night...

Holy fuck... They were terrible! There was one of my drinking a bottle of whiskey, one of Nina dancing on a table, and another one of me and Nina walking, i was holding onto her for dear life and Haley was trying to hold up Nina. The last picture I saw was one with me getting glitter dumped all over me. Other wise, there was no more pictures.

I decided to give Jay a call, but when I did, it went straight to voicemail.

I set my phone down and laptop and laid back down. My whole body ached and I felt sicker than a dog.

I shut my eyes and rested, praying that Jay would contact me. Give me a call. Tweet. Something. I missed hearing his voice.