(DISCONTINUED) Still Into You // Janiel A.U (Sequel to Skater Boy)\

Chapter 3

*DISCLAIMER*

Again, I am only 15 and know close to nothing about hangovers. I've done all the research I could and even asked my parents.

I'll try my best

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*joey's p.o.v* 

Last night was all a blur. All I remember is that I got wasted. I'm not sure how I got back to my dorm, but when I opened my eyes light was shining in through the sheer curtains. Wincing, I covered my head with my blanket. The nausea made my head spin, feeling that at any moment I could throw up.

Curling in to a ball, I shut my eyes tight. My plan was to stay in bed all day, but that probably won't happen. Letting out a miserable moan, I reached for the trash can. Holding my head over the side of the bed, I emptied everything that was in my stomach. Across the room, Daniel stirred then sat up. He looked at me with sadness and pity. 

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked. I shook my head, feeling another wave of nausea. This time it was just dry heaves. Nothing is left in me to throw up. "I'll be right back." Getting out of bed, Daniel went to his wardrobe getting a wash cloth. Holding up his pointer finger, he left the room. A few moments later he returned with a wet washcloth. "I'm not sure if this will help. Just put it on your forehead and over your eyes."

Gladly taking it, I set it over my eyes and forehead. The coolness helped to cool me down, but that's about all it did. Still, I was grateful for that. I heard the trash can being moved and some disgusted noises. Daniel is probably cleaning that up. 

Relaxing with the wash cloth on me, I fell asleep. It was a fitful sleep, but it helped. When I woke, Daniel was gone. Honestly, that didn't bother me. Now I have some alone time. Looking down at my shirt, I saw that it was dirty.

With wobbly legs I made it to my wardrobe. Grabbing a random shirt, I pulled my old on over my head and tossed it aside. I tried to put the new shirt on multiple times, the first time my head went through the arm hole. After I had that shirt on, I put some comfy pants no.

Ever so gently I laid back on my bed, staring at the ceiling. My headache was still there and I had no pain relievers, so I was forced to suffer through it. I know a few hours passed as I laid there, but I didn't know what time it was.

I heard the door lock click then the door open. There was some laughing, then some voices. Daniel walked in, shutting the door. Looking over at me, he shook his head. Setting his camera on his bed, he walked over to mine and sat at the end. 

"How are you doing?" Daniel asked, setting a hand on my leg. 

"I'm doing okay." I muttered.

"Sorry for leaving you alone for so long. I was with some kids who do photography." Daniel said. I hummed in response, the vibrations of it ringing through my head. He sighed deeply, getting up. On his side of the room he set his camera on his desk, smiling at a picture. "I'm hungry. I'll get you something."

Quietly I thanked him as he left. As I laid there, I realized that I had pretty much spent the entire day in bed. Tomorrow classes start, and I'm not ready for that. I'll have to make sure I have all my stuff together tonight.

I can only hope and pray that this will go well.

* daniel's p.o.v *

It was to boring to stay in my dorm all day and I couldn't listen to Joey's complaining. A text was sent out to the photography club, saying to meet up by the campus entrance. We walked around, taking pictures of nature.

Everyone is nice and older students gave us freshman tips. We probably walked three miles, but it was fun. After we made it to the dormitories, we all split up. The kids who are in the section that my dorm is in all walked together. 

My dorm was first, so I said my good byes and opened the door. Joey was laying on his bed, his head up and looking at me. I closed the door, shaking my head. Putting my camera on my bed, I sat at the end of his bed. 

"How are you doing?" I asked, placing a hand on his leg. 

"I'm doing okay." he muttered. It sounded like he felt better, but more tired. Hopefully he's learned his lesson. 

"Sorry for leaving you alone for so long. I was with some kids who do photography." I said. Joey hummed in response, wincing slightly. Sighing deeply, I stood up. Moving my camera to my desk, I tucked my wallet in my pocket, along with my phone and keys. "I'm hungry. I'll get you something."

As I left I barely heard him say thank you as I left. Down the halls you could hear kids being loud in their dorms. Every now and then you could hear someone having sex, which made me cringe in disgust. 

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There were only a few empty spots in the parking lot, meaning that they're either out getting food, or... well, I'm not sure what else.  I went over the fast food restaurants near me in my mind. None of them sounded good, except Chick-fil-A. 

As I pulled up to the drive-thru, I was surprised to see not many cars. It went surprisingly quick, and soon I was on my way back to the dorm. The song playing on the radio was catchy but repetitive. Reaching forward, I turned it off.

Back at the school, I found an empty spot close to my dorm. While juggling everything, I managed to lock my car. Everything almost fell a few times, but I managed. At the door, I tried to unlock it but couldn't do it, so I knocked on the door. There was some shuffling then Joey opened it. I handed his drink and food to him, then shut the door behind me.

I looked to see he had set up the floor. There was a blanket down, some pillows, and a movie ready to play. We sat down on the ground, Joey leaning against me. I just wanted to freeze time and stay like this, but that's impossible.

Even though it wasn't said, this was an apology for last night and everything after that.

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i kinda wanna have a nickname for you guys (my readers) but I have no idea for a name.

Also, another disclaimer (soz), I do not live in or anywhere near Los Angeles. I don't live on the west coast, I live on the east coast. 

thank you ☺

~Rose♥