Forever (Mavin)

50. Hungover

{50 fucking chapters of this shit?! THANK YOU ALL and keep reading! You're my motive to write! Happy 50th to my longest running story!}

I awoke with an EXTREME hangover. As I stood up, I rubbed the back of my neck and looked around. Michael was nowhere to be seen, and I don't remember anything from last night.

I awkwardly stumbled into the living room and saw Michael wasn't in here either.

But I did spot a note on the kitchen counter.

'Gavin,

You were a fucking drunk idiot. I finally got you to sleep, but you wouldn't wake up. I had to go to work so I left you. I hope you have a huge hangover, you ass. Call me when you're awake and I'll come pick you up.

-Michael'

I fumbled around the apartment until I found my phone. Michael answered after two rings.

"Micoo?" I said.

"Hey, Gavin. How hungover are you?"

"Micoo, I feel like a bitch. Sorry to be a bother. If it makes you feel any better, I'm feeling awful."

"Good." Michael replies.

"Shower and get ready, then call me. I'll come pick you up." he adds.

Michael hangs up and I walk into the bedroom. I grab a towel and get in the shower.

As I feel the warm water run down my body, my senses tingle back to life and I feel a lot less tired.

After my shower, I get dressed and call Michael. He says he's on his way and he'll be about ten minutes.

Once I get in the car, I spend the whole drive to work apologising to Michael for being an asshole. He seems to accept my apologies and even holds my hand as we walk into the building.

"Gavin! Michael!" Burnie greets us.

" 'Ay!" I say.

"We need two more for the podcast. You wanna join?"

I look at Michael.

"Sure." Michael says.

"Sounds toppers." I say.

{Gavin's about as hungover as I'll be when I'm done celebrating chapter 50! Naw, just kidding. I'm 14.

Besides, I don't have any friends!

Thanks for sticking with me all the way up to chapter 50!}