My Starbucks Boy

14¤ Jasmine and Adrien Style

"I cannot believe they let you drink alcohol. You're never going out without me. Never again!"

"Shut up Jasmine. I have a punch hangover. Get me bananas" I whispered in pain, squinting my eyes.

I don't know how much of that thing I drank, but when I got home this morning, (Nicolas brought me home of course. I'd be in a ditch if I tried to walk on my own) I fell into a weirdly deep sleep that left me with a painful hangover.

And a Jasmine trying to mom me around.

"Will bananas help the headache? Or you're trying to be stupid?"

"I don't know if it will help. I'm just craving them. Well was. Now I want bread"

I heard her sigh tiredly, then she came to the bed where I was and plopped down beside me.

"Yesterday, I met Damien's mom" she started, making my ears perk up, and I turned to face her.

"Uh huh?"

"Okay don't talk, your breath stinks"

"Sorry"

"I said don't talk!"

"Mhmm"

"She's a very, very gorgeous woman. I mean Damien definitely gets his looks from her. Most of it anyway"

Then she kept quiet for some time, making me wonder what she was thinking about.

"She doesn't like that I'm Muslim. At all. She acted like I was gonna pull out a bomb on her anytime. And that really hurt me"

"But how did she know?" I spoke up, not caring about what she said about my morning breath. "I mean, you don't wear the hijab out or anything like that. And what did his dad do. Or say?"

She too ignored my morning (or noon, since it's like 12pm already) breath and looked to the ceiling.

"I'm betting he told her. He's a complete mama's boy. And Mr Styles just tried his best to play off his wife's attitude. That's if he even noticed it"

A sad frown sat on her face, making me frown as well. I couldn't bear seeing my best friend in such a state.

"Don't worry too much Jas. When that woman finds out how awesome you are, she'll be the one begging for your time"

Sending a weak smile my way, she nodded her head slowly.

As if injected with a shot of adrenaline, I suddenly stood up from the bed.

"Okay Jasmine, today is Christmas day. We cannot spend it like this. All gloomy and shit. No no! We're gonna have fun. Okay?"

Letting out a chuckle, she cocked her head to the side. "Oh look, the drunkard is talking"

"I wasn't drunk. I was just smashed is all. There's a difference"

"Still a drunkard" she sing-songed, sensing my annoyed state.

"Whatever. I'm going to take a shower. You can die here" 

And with that, I moved to the bathroom.

I got into the shower and adjusted the temperature, until it was very warm, almost hot.

The warm beads of water fell on my skin, soothing my headache, and washing away the dirt on my body.

'Of course I want to kiss you. Hell, I want to do more than kiss you'

I reminisced my moment with Mikey, back at his house, and I smiled to myself. A small tingle shot from the pit of my stomach, straight down, and goosebumps rose up on my arm.