The next morning I woke up passed out in a bed next to Colson. There was the empty bottle at my feet.
Wow I haven't partied that hard since freshman year. I really didnt feel all to bad either. I tried to
remember how I ended up in this position,but couldnt remember anything after we came back inside
and started to do shots. I looked over at Colson and he didn't have a shirt on. Man he had a lot of
tattoos. Ive always wanted one. A few weeks ago I decided that I was going to get one before my
graduation ceremony which was now a week away. I decided I was going to go home and get on with
my day and come back later when people were alive and moving to help clean up. I found a notepad
and quickly wrote Colson a note.
______________________________________________________________________
Colson-
Going for a run. Text me when you're up. I'll come back to help clean up.
555-3709
-Blair
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After I finished writing the note I located my phone and walked home. I walked in the front door to
find a passed out Gillian on the kitchen counter. I decided not to investigate and went upstairs to
change into my running gear. After I had changed I walkd back outside, plugged my headphones in
and just started to run. I ended up running for about an hour. When I walked in my door, i received a
text.
UNKNOWN: Ay, you up?
Me: Uh, yeah..?
I guessed it was Colson, so I saved the number.
COLSON: we're up. I have a hangover remedy for you since you probably feel like shit. we went hard last night.
ME: Be over in a few. Oh, Im not hungover either.
I cleaned myself up quick and went to help clean. When I got over there I found Dub laying on the
couch with a garbage can by him.
"Wow you look like death man."
"I feel like it." he said before he threw up. I didnt feel like watching him heave his guts out so I went
to find Colson. I finally found him out in the garage smoking a cigarette with Rook.
"Wow you guys look like shit. No offense.What? Your hangover remedy not working?" I said.
"His remedy never works." Rook told me.
"The trick is to avoid dairy before and after you drink." i told them.
"I was just about to ask you how you look so good. Like seriously, damn. I mean you know for
raging like you did last night and whatnot." Colson clarified.
" I feel wonderful. I ran about three miles and called to make an appointment to get my first tattoo." I told them.
"Did you just say tattoo?" Colson asked.
"Yup. Ive wanted one forever."
" Im coming with.You're part of the crew if you can rage that hard and come out unscathed. Thats
some legendary shit right there.Plus, I want some work done on mine." He said.
"Sounds good. Im going to go shower and change. Meet me at my car in like twenty minutes and we will go."
I went home showered as quick as possible, threw my hair into a messy bun put my glasses on,
and some compression capris with a skull racer back tank. When I got outside Colson was in the
drivers seat of my car waiting.
"What do you think you're doing?" I asked.
"Waiting to drive us to the tattoo parlor?"
"Ah, no. Thats my seat you are in."
"Oh,just let me drive. i promise not to crash. Plus, if I like it I might just go and buy my own."
"Fine, but if you crash, I kill." I said.
I got in and handed him my keys. Hey started the engine and it roared to life. He turned the stereo
up that was still blasting Blink 182 music, and backed out of the driveway. Before I knew it we were
at the tattoo parlor and my car was in one piece thank god.
"Damn, Im getting me one of those." he said.
