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15. Firsts for everything

*********JUSTINE***********

I woke up to the sound of Kara vomiting. The aroma hit my nose like I was being punched. I turn and look at her. She is hunched over vomiting. "Please. Please. Please tell me aren't vomiting on the floor!" I say, rubbing my temple, already frustrated because I know the answer.

"I'm not vomiting on the floor." She says monotonely.

The sound of the vomit didn't sound as if it was falling into a trash bin.

Hell, I don't even think there is a trash bin in here.

"I need a shower, I reek like vomit." Kara mumbles. She throws the covers off of her, and scurries to the bathroom.

I get up and walk over the side of the bed Kara was laying on. I am utterly disgusted, and almost want to gag myself when I see a giant pile of colored vomit laying on the floor.

"KARA!" I scream. I cover my mouth and take a step away from it.

I walk over to my bedside to call room service. "Hello, room service."

"Hi. I need a cleaner in room 423B?"

"Sure. Any specific problems?"

"Um... vomit."

"Oh, alright." She giggles. "We have calls like that constantly. We'll send someone up right away."

"Thank you so much." I hang up the phone.

A few minutes pass and the bathroom door is thrown open, Kara walks out squinting her eyes. "The light is bright."

"It's called the sun." I say.

Next thing you know she is digging through my suitcase. "Uh, what are you doing?!"

"Looking for something to wear to atleast go back to my room. I threw up all over my clothes."

I was about to start world war III with her, but there was a knock at the door. Wow, those cleaners got here pretty fast. Kara grabs a green sundress and goes back into the bathroom.

I pull open the door, and standing there is Bradley. Oh my gosh, I look like a grade 8 homeless person right now.

"Bradley.." I don't know why but I feel nervous all of a sudden.

"I heard you scream? Everything al--" His previous thoughts are cut short. "I'm sorry but what on Earth is that smell."

"Kara threw up.. on the floor."

"She threw up on the floor?"

"Yeah. You know I don't even want to get into it."

He chuckles. "Well the boys and I are going to get food later by the pool, if you and Kara wanna join?"

"Uh, sure." I nod, and smile.

"Alright, I'll see you down there." He turns to walk back down the hall, but then he turns back to me. "You know, I feel very old fashioned coming here to talk to you. Texting is what our generation is all about." He laughs.

"Well once I get a new phone we can go right back to way communication in the world currently works."

He smirks, "I'll see you later Justine."

I shut the door, and Kara is standing there with sunglasses perched on her face. "Who was that?"

"It was Bradley, and we got invited to lunch by the pool, so bring an appetite." I say rushing to find something to wear.

"I threw everything up, of course I have an appetite." I give her a thumbs up before I grab a towel and run toward the bathroom.

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