Messages To Joe | J.S

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Saturday November 11th 2016:

In the morning, I'd realised I'd fallen asleep in my suit and only my left shoe. My head pounded uncontrollably and then, and only then, it came apparent to me that I'd drunk too much.

I peeled myself off the sheets, staring at the paracetamol that fizzed on the dresser. I turned my head to see Caspar, fully dressed and ready to go out, watching me with a smile on his face.

'You've really fucked up this time,' he tutted, a hint of humour still apparent in his voice. 'Not get up lazy ass and pack!' I cried out in pain as he raised his voice, most likely on purpose as he knew it would get to me. I remembered nothing of last night other than taking Amber to her room.

'What happened?' I asked, taking off the blazer belonging to my suit, crumbled as it was: it would need serious sorting out before the premiere.

'You got very very drunk and I kept my promise to Amber and kept an eye on you, all I had was one glass of wine so I could keep you in order, but you had other plans,' Caspar began to pack my bag for me, throwing each item of clothing in one by one as I downed my painkiller. I pulled over my phone and looked at the phone calls that had come through this morning.

'Shit I was supposed to go to Amber's room last night, do you think she's going to be annoyed?' I stripped my shirt and tie and threw it into a wash bag that I then shoved into my suitcase which had a harder time fitting everything in now that it initially did back in England.

'Yes, I do, but not because you didn't go, but because you drank too much,' there was a sharp knock on the door and Larry came in, just after I'd put a fresh t-shirt on.

'Ready to go guys, your girl is already in the car with Stace,' we dismissed him and gathered every last belonging from the room and hauled it onto a cart.

'It's going to be another one of those awkward flights,' I sighed and Caspar stuck one of his feet our infront of the wheel, stopping it entirely.

'Is this what you want Joe, this back and forth between you and Amber? Because it's starting to get on my nerves and I'm sorry, but you are both painfully awkward,' I didn't get the chance to reply as Amber came around the corner.

'Oh, hey guys, Larry said you hadn't left yet and I thought I'd just come see how you are getting on with packing but you're done so...' We all went down in the lift and filled the car with all of our suitcases. My head was still pounding but lucky for me, the drive was a silent one aside from Caspar's snoring.

The plane wasn't half as fantastic as when we flew out. I was sat next to Caspar and Larry, Stacey and Amber sat behind on a row of three. It was sort of odd that she hadn't mentioned yesterday but I figured if she didn't want to then I shouldn't either.

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I'm gonna skip the flight cause it'll be boring