The Girl in Blue

20- The Girl is Hungover

Sutton

The next morning is rough. Everybody is hungover, there are five people passed out around my apartment, and my bathroom reeks of vomit. My head is pounding, my stomach is churning, and so I get up from the bed that I'm sharing with Jonah who is still sleeping and I stumble my way through the apartment.

We didn't have sex last night but we were both drunk so after we got back from the party, we just laid in bed and made out for a while before we eventually passed out. By the time that we got back, Lana, Levi, and Tristan were already asleep. I guess sometime after I got back with Jonah, Megan found her way into the apartment too because she's sleeping on the coffee table.

I made a pot of coffee and take some aspirin before I just lean against the counter and stare into the living room, wondering what happened last night with my sister because right now, she's laying on the couch sleeping on Levi, who is also still sleeping and also not wearing a shirt.

I saw Tristan asleep in Lana's room but I remember seeing him having to run outside last night to throw up so I'm sure that she didn't mess around with him at all. I know that she gets horny when she's drunk so it wouldn't be incredibly surprising if she did something with Levi instead. I don't remember how much she had to drink.

As I'm making some eggs, Tristan is the next person to wake up as he comes dragging himself out of the bedroom and toward the kitchen.

"Good morning," He mumbles with a yawn.

"Morning," I say, keeping my voice quiet as to not wake up any of the three people asleep in the living room. "How're you feeling?"

"Like I've died a thousand deaths in the past 12 hours," He admits.

"Well, the coffee is almost ready and I'm making eggs," I assure him. "Aspirin is in the cupboard to the right."

"Thanks."

"Sure."

After getting some aspirin, I notice him glancing over at the couch where Lana and Levi are still cuddling in their sleep. "He spilled beer on his shirt," I tell him when I notice him staring. He quickly adverts his eyes when he realizes that he's been caught and I go back to flipping the eggs.

"It's none of my business, we're not exclusive," Tristan reminds me.

"I know."

"I just don't remember a lot about what happened last night," He adds. "And I probably acted like a dick, I feel bad that I probably ruined her night."

"She had a good night," I assure him. "And besides, she's always the one that's drunk and needs to be taken care of so she only got a taste of her own medicine. You shouldn't feel too bad."

"How long do you think that she'll be out?" He asks.

I shrug as I'm flipping the eggs onto a paper plate. "Could be a few more hours. You're more than welcome to stick around and wait if you want. She'd probably appreciate that."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I confirm, leaning against the counter as I start poking at my breakfast. "She's very maternal when it comes to people being sick or hungover so I know that she'd want to make sure that you're not dying. She'll want to make you soup or something."

"Soup?"

"Yeah, I don't know," I say with a small laugh. "But she cares about you."

He looks at me in disbelief before he looks back at the couch where she's still sleeping on top of Levi. "Does she?"