Open Your Eyes|| Bajan Canadian

Chapter 3

I am not going through with this idea.

That was the first thought in my head after downing one beer and one glass of vodka and coke. This I can't handle.

My first intention was to pass out on the couch, and pretending to sleep until Kat left. Then I realized that she was drunk enough to probably draw on my face with Sharpie and write some... let's say "inappropriate" things.

My next idea was to wait for Kat to pass out. I glance over at her and she looks completely wired. She's not sitting still, and she is still drinking... shit.

I decide I will just spill my drink and see where it goes from there.

I put my drink down, and make sure Kat is watching. She isn't totally drunk, but she has had twice as much as me. But she isn't a lighweight. So, there might be a slight problem.

She turns her head away, and I slap my hand at my drink. It falls off the table and splashes on the floor. The glass shatters and Kat snapped her head back in my direction. "Are you serious, Bell?" I put my little girl guilt face on, and Kat just sighs and heads into the kitchen.

I don't feel like cleaning up, so I walk to the kitchen and tell Kat I am going to bed. "Aren't you going to help me clean up?" I try to hide the smirk coming to my face and calmly reply. "I can't do a good job when I am tired, so I'm not much help."

She doesn't have enough energy to argue with me so she let's me go. I give her a hug goodnight and trudge up the stairs. I walk into my room. It's still a mess, but I don't give a what.

I clamber into my warm bed and shut my eyes. Sleep comes to me like a a magnet comes to metal. I know that is a bad metaphor, but who can come up with a better one?

----------Next Morning----------

I hear Kat cry out in pain and I'm awake. Just like that. Well, I've never been a heavy sleeper anyways... I drink too much Starbucks. #WhiteGirlProblems.

I pull on a pair of black, high waisted skinny jeans and my Hedley shirt. I've always liked Hedley... I wish I saw them in concert one day.

I hear Kat again, and I can't handle being around her and her moaning. I rush to the bathroom and slam the cupboard door against the wall. She screams for me to keep it down. Suck it up princess.

I grab the Advil and shut the door. I grab the water cup off the counter in the bathroom and turn on the tap.

I fill the glass with water and turn the tap off. I run downstairs, almost spilling the water all over myself. Me and my klutzy self. I run to the living room to see Kat on the floor, rolling around, moaning and complaining. Your life is SO horrible. You have a hangover. Big deal.

I put the cup down on the table, I place the Advil beside it, and I walk back towards the stairs. Before making my way up, I tell Kat I am going to work early today and I need to work late.

"But why? You need to take care of me" she whined, acting like the Queen of Enland. "Your not spoiled, so stop acting like it."

I ran upstairs before I could hear her ever so sassy reply. Whatever. I grab the Starbucks apron and my phone. I find my backpack with my pennyboard attached and throw it over my shoulder.

I walk downstairs and slip on my Vans. Oh, yeah, I forgot to tell you I work at Starbucks. That explains my Starbucks problem. I open the door and yell bye to Kat. "Shuddup! Your making my head hurt."

I just laugh and slam the door. I hear a moan and I realize my friend will NOT drink that much for a while.

----------At Work----------