Adams POV
The shrill ring of my mobile aroused me from my sleep, I opened my eyes and promptly shut them again as the sunlight burnt them. I groaned my head felt like a car alarm was going off in it, I reached for the glass on the side as it cleansed my dry mouth. What the hell happened last night? I remember dancing with the hottest girl I had ever met, tight curvy body pastel blue hair and burgundy lipstick that was now smudged over my pillowcases.
I sat bolt upright and instantly regretted moving so quickly as my stomach turned, I dragged myself from my bed and crossed the room unsteadily as acidy sick burnt my throat the contents of my stomach splashing into the toilet bowl I was clinging to. Eurgh I am never drinking again I thought as I wiped my mouth and flushed the chain. I made my way over to the sink, running my hands through my greasy hair I splashed cold water on my face before I climbed into the shower.
The warm water ran over my body as I washed, I climbed out and wrapped a towel round my waist as I flung the bedroom window open. Empty vodka bottles lay on the floor as I kicked one and cursed, I swallowed 2 advil as I picked up a lacy red bra from the bedroom floor. Oh god I slept with someone last night, but shes not here now I cant even remember her name. Pinned to the notice board was a piece of paper I pulled it off, "last night was fun call me. Aisha x" At the bottom was a lipstick kiss the very same colour as the one smudged across my bedding.
My phone rang again as I picked it up, "hello?" I said yawning. "Have you only just got up you dirty stop out" came the reply. "Its only 10.30 Amelie, whats up?" I asked, "well you better get dressed. I'll be there in ten, I don't wanna see you in your birthday suit laters babe" she answered putting the phone down. I stared at my phone as I threw it onto the bed and flipped the pillows hiding the lacy number in the drawer. I pulled on some boxers and picked out my black ripped jeans and a tshirt, I threw on my cardigan and pulled a comb through my still damp hair as the doorbell rang.
I slowly made my way downstairs and opened the door, "You've gone pink. Looks good" I said as the leggy pink haired girl stepped inside and I shut the door behind her. "Yeah purple got old, you look like shit" she commented, "yeah thanks for that" I replied as she made her way into the front room and flopped into the armchair reaching for the remote. "Make yourself at home" I answered rolling my eyes as she smirked, "don't worry babe I will" she retorted smirking.
I fell onto the sofa as she looked over to me, "Have you eaten yet?" she asked. I shook my head "urgh I don't want food" I replied closing my eyes, "I do" she answered. "You know where the fridge is" I told her as she jumped from the chair and vanished up the hallway, I heard clattering plates as I laughed quietly. She returned with juice and toast, "here drink this it always helps me when ive been getting wasted all night" she told me handing me the glass.
"What makes you think ive been out all night?" I questioned sipping the cold orange, "because youre dressed in your oversized cardigan. You only ever wear that if your depressed over some guy or your hungover. Your hair is still wet from your shower, you aren't hungry and im betting you've probably puked judging by how white you are also theres vodka bottles on the kitchen side" she answered smirking. "You know way too much about me" I answered smiling slightly. "Im meant to im your best friend" she retorted as she laughed. "Anyhoo, I know what you need. Cuddles and velvet goldmine, lots of orange juice and no food" she answered crossing the room and settling next to me on the sofa.
She pressed play on the remote as I pulled my legs onto the sofa, her fingertips gently twisted through my long fringe. "Why grey?" she asked, I shrugged "fancied something different" I replied. "I like it, much better than the black" she told me. "Im glad you approve" I answered yawning, "of course it has to pass my test" she replied. She soon became engrossed in the film, she obviously hadn't realised she was still playing with my hair. I didn't mind, this girl was my best friend my rock when stuff got hard.
Even while im all gross and hungover shes still here, I met her in school she was always crazy. "So what happened last night sleep with any hot guys?" she asked absent mindedly twirling my hair round her finger. "Maybe" I replied half asleep, "you totally did what was his name?" she questioned. "It was a her" I answered quietly, "you totally shagged a girl? SO what youre not gay now?" she asked. "I don't know" I replied, "what was she like was she good? Hot?" she quizzed.
I sighed, "she was hot. Curvy, big tits, nice ass, she was a cool chick. I think her name was Aisha, she wants to see me again" I told her. She squealed as I winced, "sorry" she answered stroking my hair. "Are you gonna see her again?" she questioned, "I don't know maybe" I replied sleepily as my voice trailed off. I heard her laugh quietly as she shifted a little underneath my head, "well talk alter sleep" she whispered her hands gently running through my hair again as my breathing slowed my hand hanging over the edge of the sofa as I fell asleep.
