My Best Friend, The Bad Boy

17 | Last Saturday Night

Kaillie's POV (not edited)

As my eyes flicker open, I feel the blinding sting of light coming from underneath a curtain. Where am I? I ask myself, but my brain is throbbing so much it can't figure out the answer at the current moment. I just need to shut my eyes, I tell myself. But it isn't working. The storm that has taken its time to brew inside my head is still thundering down on me. It's pounding and pounding as if it wants to break down the walls of my head. Damn, I think I was drinking last night? I remember drinking. At a party. Oh my. I think I drunk a little too much. Or maybe I'm thinking a little too much right now, ou.

Moving is a painful experience for my head, which seems to want to crack open at the moment, but I manage to move enough to put the pillow over my head.

Unfortunately for me, it seems to do little to ease the searing pain. People should remind me of moments like this next time I think about drinking too much.

Ugh. That word is basically a lot of my internal monologue right now. Just ugh to the headache from the hangover and to all the boozes. I'd say never again, but I know that'd be one huge lie.

After a little while of lying there and internally wishing I hadn't made myself so drunk last night, I hear someone sit on the bed by my legs. As I turn towards them, light creeps in from underneath my pillow and I groan as the pain increases again.

"Kace," his soft voice whispers to me, even though it semi sounds like yelling to my head. Ultimately, it makes me move the pillow enough so I can see him. He's sitting on the bed in front of me, and he's holding a cup, which he passes to me after I slowly sit up. Upon farther inspection, I see that it's full of water, meant to drink after I swallow the pill he just dropped into my hand. Gulping down the pill, I take a couple swigs of the water. Soon enough, I start to feel a little better. The light no longer hurts as much, sounds aren't as vivid. But yet, I still remain exhausted. "Kace," Carter says, drawing my attention back to him once again, "Get some more rest, okay? I'll see you later."

Nodding slowly, I flopped back down onto Abby's bed, landing softly on the pillow. My eyes shut almost automatically, like gears moving to the next shift. I hear movement on the end of the bed, like weight lifting up, and then I feel lips kissing my forehead gently in a soft goodbye. The blankets move, and I feel Abby stirring beside me, but my sleeping gears kicks into motion not even a moment later and I go out like a lightbulb with the switch shifted to off.

*~*~*

Awhile later, once both mine and Abby's hungovers have mostly subsided and we're more alive, we head downstairs. Carter, who must have heard us coming, has laid some cereal out for us as a late breakfast. My memories of last night seem to come in bits and pieces, fragments of our night with bottles and kegs. Something in the air seems weird, I'd even venture to say odd. Carter has the look like he wants to say something, but won't actually say it. As though he refuses to do so. Abby looks like she knows about whatever is causing this weird energy but is also refusing to speak up. But for now, I decide it's not worth ruining the moment. It's bound to come out eventually, and right now there is food to be eaten.

After breakfast, I suggest we play Mariokart, seeing as it's about the only game I'm decent at and I really don't want to get to leave Abby's house currently. I'm lazy, what can I say? Abby's mom is at work currently, so we have the house to ourselves.

"Fine, but I get to be Princess Daisy," Abby states with a smirk as she pulls out the game and inserts the CD into the Wii.

"I just want to be Princess Peach," I admit, "So Daisy is all yours."

"No guys, you'll have to fight over one princess, because clearly I want to be a princess today guys," Carter inputs sarcastically.

"Then you can be Baby Peach or Baby Daisy," Abby replies, unwilling to give up her favourite character. Turning everything on, the opening screen of the Wii springs to life with a bright flash of washed out white.