bad medicine + joji miller

hangovers

"aw look how cute they are." max cooed, snapping a picture of joji and isa curled up on the couch sleeping peacefully.

"this is so fucking weird." ian chuckled, causing isa to wake up.

waking up, isa enjoyed the warmth and arms wrapped around her. those feelings lasted a few seconds until she realized who she was with.

"woah." isa quickly got up, clutching her pounding head.

"woah indeed." max whispered, handing her a cup of coffee and an advil.

"i don't know what could've possibly happened last night that led to that." isa tried to make her lie believable as joji began to wake up.

"the last thing i remember was kissing-" joji trailed off as the memories of his lips on isa's came back.

"you kissed gianna?" max interrupted, yelling obnoxiously.

joji immediately made eye contact with a very confused, panicking isa.

"yes?" joji answered more as if it were a question.

isa's thoughts started to go a mile a minute, she began to wonder if joji didn't remember kissing her or if maybe he just didn't want to remember.

"ian you owe me twenty dollars."

"i'm bored but we're clearly all hungover." ian butted in.

"they say the cure to a nasty hangover is more drinking." max laughed, concocting some type of soda and liquor.

"are you trying to get alcohol poisoning?"

[...]

the three boys wrestled in the pool, splashing and yelling curse words as they dunked each other.

isa relaxed next to the pool, cold cup of water in one hand, book in the other.

"isa, get in!" max urged, swimming up beside her.

pulling her sunglasses down to the bridge of her nose, isa peered over at ian and joji splashing each other.

"i'll stay here." isa smiled sarcastically.

"stop being a pussy, isabella!" joji shouted from the other end of the pool.

isa pushed her sunglasses back up deciding to stay dry and unbothered, returning to her original comfy position.

deep into her book, isa noticed she was now being carried to the other end of the pool.

"joji, put me down now." isa tried to speak calmly as possible.

"okay." joji muttered before dropping isa in the pool, book and all.

"oh. you meant put you down on the sidewalk." joji spoke, sarcasm lacing his voice.

"well, now that you're here we should play marco polo." ian suggested.

as joji blindly scanned the pool following the voices, he peeked one of his eyes open just to see enough.

isa made sure to be very quiet as joji approached her.

"marco." joji chuckled, knowing exactly where everyone was.

isa's cheating self stayed quiet as two large hands planted themselves on her butt, squeezing firmly.

"got you!" joji shouted now opening both of his eyes as if he didn't know what he was doing.

"you cheated and take your hands off of my ass." isa turned around, quickly splashing joji in the face.

as isa and joji had a small water war, ian and max observed skeptically at the two former enemies seemingly having fun.

"what the hell is going on?" ian whispered to max as they continued to observe the odd behavior.