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       "Take this." She throws me a bottle of aspirin and I catch it with my hands carelessly.

       "Why do you have to be that rude after just going home with your hookup yesterday?" I ask her as I rub my eyes. She should be nice because I heard hookups are nice for her after clubbing nights.

       My head is throbbing so hard like there is a big speaker like the one they use in the concerts, in my head. I shouldn't be drinking last night but alcohol drinks are my favorite and that's what I can't get myself out from.

       I'm sorry it's just a habit which I'm not going to let go. Drinking shots, beers, and cocktails are the best moments to spend. Don't ask me about the next morning about how I feel because it sucks.

       I take the pills out from the bottle and get them inside my mouth as I gulp it down along with water Brit has prepared for me. She is nice isn't it? Taking care of me when I feel sick.. But please note my sarcasm in the nice word.

       "The hookup was worst. I should have choose a Greek-gods guy to do it with me instead of the barista." She's an unknown genius. Sometimes baristas are hot too but they're not my type. I'm more into sports guy who can be hot even when they're sweating as well.

       I hold my head in my hands as I'm wishing the pain to go away. Then a flash of moment just passed me that makes my eyes open widely. I went on a date last night with Gerry. But how did I go home without him?

       Brit gets her knees right beside me in the couch and her eyes are rolling in front of me. What did I do? Oh I really did say that, didn't I? "You slapped him when he's going to kiss you on the dance floor, smartass." She snaps at me again and gets her body out of my the couch.

       Oh that's surprising.. The last moment I remembered from yesterday's event is when I took the fourth shots down my throats and everything happened after that is just blurry. And this is just surprising.

       Gerry was about to kiss me and I slapped him. I've never done that to anybody.

       Tell me that I'm such a great person to date. You would be going home with a big red hand size pain in your face and take some ice from the container to heal the pain after it. You can clap your hands on me now.

       It was only 12 in the morning when she got back to our apartment with loud thumping sounds from her feet. She really does like to thump her feet around while walking after she had a bad experience, just example, like this one. Bad hookups.

       She pissed me off too by waking me up 100% awake, which made my eyes felt like jolted out from my bones with cold beauty water spray I usually use after shower. Now tell me she is winning for becoming such a good best friend. Add the sarcasm, please.

       I stand up from the couch I've been laying on and walk towards my bedroom to lay on my bed again. It's the only best way I have to be just staying at home and laying in bed without disgusting people to ruin my life just in a matter of seconds.

       Brit walks soundly to my bedroom and she rolls her eyes again at me when she sees me back to sunk on my bed. "Why do you have to be so lazy?"

       "Because I feel sick and I need to take a rest?" I complain to her with my innocent face and back to hug on my pillow.

       She takes a deep breath harshly and pulls me out of bed just to take off my dress. Oh I didn't realize that I still wearing my last night dress.

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