CLOUDS | hat films

| treize |

My life is a fucking mess.

I just realized this now- in the moment where Alex's legs are tangled with my own and I can feel his breath on the top of my head, slow and steady.

My head was busting from the no doubt hangover from all the drinks last night. I felt an overwhelming wave of sickness fall over me and I realized I was going to have to throw up. Of course.

I tried my best not to panic and pulled my legs away from his before quickly getting up and rushing to the bathroom. I held my hair back as I kneeled over the toilet, feeling like more of an idiot than I already had.

Just as I had finished vomiting, I heard footsteps behind me; I turned and of course Alex was standing at the door with a smug look on his face. "Too much drinking will kill you, Io."

"Fuck you, Smith," I snapped. I didn't know if I was mad about his remark or our current situation.

"No need to be an asshole about it," he muttered under his breath, exiting the bathroom. "Take a few Advil and shower; we gotta get ready to head down for breakfast again."

I rolled my eyes and grabbed some clothes out of my bag. I kept it simple for the day- a maroon sweatshirt  (with a tank top underneath) and another pair of leggings paired with my black converse.

After the shower I dried my hair and pulled it into a ponytail. Today wasn't a great hair day. I brushed my teeth and swiped on deodorant.

T: How's the hangover, sunshine? ;)

I: Kill me. Please. End my suffering.

I walked out of the bathroom, waiting for Trott's reply. "Shower's all yours, Alex." He handed me two Advil as he shimmied past me into the bathroom.

T: Maybe you'll feel better once you get some eggs and bacon in your system.
T: Or some chocolate chip pancakes... ? I know they're your favorite!

I: Can you convince Ross to let us find something similar to a Waffle House??? Pleeeeaaaasssseeee???

T: I'll try my best lol.

I grabbed a bottle of water from the mini fridge and gulped down the two pills before packing a few things into my backpack. I flipped through the channels on TV absently, waiting for Alex. He soon emerged from the shower and we were on our way out the door.

As soon as we reached the lobby, Ross pulled out his camera and started vlogging. "So, we're about to get some breakfast right, E?"

"Yep; gonna get some chocolate chip pancakes, bitches," I trailed, glancing at Trott.

"And how's that hangover you definitely don't have?" he teased.

I quickly flipped off the camera jokingly. "Uh, well, my head is killing me and I'm really not excited for how loud PAX is about to be."

"I'm loving the outfit, by the way," Alex interjected. "Shabby-chic."

"Thanks, it's from the 'Garbage' line- cost me a fortune."

"Oh really? How much?" he questioned.

"Well, the leggings were around $10, but I really splurged on the shirt; $12. Can you believe it? I still question myself," I replied sarcastically.

Trott let a breathy laugh at our conversation. "You think it's funny, Trott? Her outfit is way better than your fuckin' trashy shirt," Smith grumbled, pointing to his 'Crazy Pills' shirt.

"Well, I guess you're right, shithead," Trott agreed. We continued on our walk to the small breakfast joint, cracking jokes and laughing much too loudly. When we reached the restaurant I was overjoyed just thinking about the delicious pancakes I was about to get. Trott and I sat on one side of the booth with Alex and Ross across from us.