Vodka Over Love

{05} Keep the Change, You Filthy Animal

"This is boring so far, when do I come in?" Mikey asked, head in a 90 degree angle over the edge of his bed.

I looked down at him and pushed with my foot until he toppled off the side. "Oh I'm sorry, do you want to hear the story?"

He picked himself up, blue eyes accompanied by furrowed brows, "Sorry i don't feel like talking about some model who will probably be in your pants later in the story when you're to drunk to care."

"I had a boyfriend, that thought never crossed my mind that night." I snapped.

"Whatever." Just a shrug?

"Mad you never used alcohol as a way of hooking up with me?"

"I don't need liquor to get you out of your pants." More rolling of the eyes.

"Are you jealous?"

"No." a small blush, cute.

I tried not to smile too much, "Green is a good color on you."

He made a funny face at me, mimicking my voice in a high pitched mutter. "I'm going to pretend you aren't calling me jealous and assume you're referring to my hair."

"Anyways this is where the story gets interesting; The rest was just background information." I explained.

Mikey put a finger up and hoped back onto the bed right in front of me. "Do I at least come in soon?"

I rolled my eyes, "Yeah."

"What chapter?"

I looked at him quizzically, "What?"

He shrugged, "yeah, like what chapter are we on and what chapter do I come in?"

I laughed at his metaphorical question, deciding to play along, "We're on chapter five, You don't come in until chapter six."

He shook his head and smiled, "If you ever actually become a novelist and go on to write a book about this, it'll be one hell of a fourth wall."

I smirked at his freckled lips, "Tell me about it."

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I knew Sid and Tiffany where at the dorm, they hadn't been able to leave since they were athletes- bound by agreement to give up on having a life back at home, they were slaves to the liberal arts system.

I sat behind my dorm building, letting everything that had happened settle in, my stomach was in knots and I felt like a little kid in need of their mom. My mom just so happened to be my two best friends. I slid out of my car and started towards the building, heart pounding and cheeks red from wiping away lost tears. None threatened to escape me at the moment, as far as I was concerned I had run dry.

"I could build walls for the rest of my life and there still wouldn't be enough to put you through!" Sid exclaimed, arms thrown above her head.

When I walked In S was yelling at Tiffany about something unknown. I didn't really know what to do, my emotions weren't something I passed out like a free and clean needle, but I was about to save some heroin addicts from all kinds of STDs. "Guys.."

Bitch, don't you whimper.

Both of them turned to me, I had felt fine on the way up but now starring into two pairs of deep blue eyes that cared about me so much more than anyone else; I broke down. My bag hit the floor as both hands flew up to cover my now wet-all-over-again raw from crying face. S and Tiff immediately rose from their seats and entrapped me into the most heartwarming hug that the tight tug at my heart was washed away in a flood of affection.