Seasons of Love || Richard Camacho

4

December 24th

I wake up groggy and with yet another headache. Why do keep doing this to myself? Slowly I get up and I look at my reflection in the mirror. Oh damn. My phone makes a sound and I fucking hope it's not Mark.

Katarina:
Hey girl, how you doin'? It's been so long.

Oh shite.

Me:
Hi Kat. I am doing fine, you? I'm a busy bitch.

Katarina:
I am doing fine as well. What are you doing tonight?

Me:
Going out, party hardy. Live while we're young aye.

Katarina:
Ahah, still into One Direction? I might go out as well. All the girls are going.

Ugh, I don't need this right now. I end the conversation, wishing her fun. But in my head I pray for her to not visit the club I was planning on visiting.

Unfortunately, she does visit the club I was planning on visiting. I just started dancing with a very handsome man from Hungary (or was it Bulgary?) when a very enthusiastic person appeared behind him. And now I am trapped in a very tight embrace. 'Hi Katarina.' When she finally lets me go, I have a hard time regaining my balance. 'Wow, you that drunk already? It's early.' Oh wow, someone is a very sensible person. 'Yeah, but aye I am younger than the night so fuck it.' I turn around and the very handsome man is now snogging a skinny blonde. Geez, thanks Kat. I don't see anyone interesting, so I decide to stand on a bar stool. I try to dance, but I fail. Now I am lying on the floor and several faces appear. 'Oh hi, nice to meet you, my name is Winter. Hey Katarina, how are you doing, long time no see.' She looks worried. She has three faces. Aha. 'Oh hey you.' This is a very handsome gentleman. He is wearing a suit. 'Oh my God are you a Kingsman?' He throws his head back in laughter. 'Tonight I am.' I wrap my arms around his neck. 'Take me to headquarters.' I hear Kat protesting and I just smile and wave.

'Ooh nice place.' It really is a nice place, but not Kingsman headquarters. Bummer. A little puppy is very happy to see me and I kneel down to pet it. After a while, I feel someone standing behind me. Slowly I get up, making sure to push my bum back while doing so. I hear a surprised sigh in my ears when I stand against him. His hands sneak around my waist and I grind against him. He kisses my neck and I bring his hands up to my boobs. He grabs them a little bit too rough and when I make a quiet sound, he lifts me up and I don't need to ask where we're going. 'I just want you to know, my name is Ian. You might need to know my name, as you may want to scream it out.' Cheesy. 'Well, Ian.' Slowly I push him away from me before straddling him. 'I already told you my name. But you probably won't remember it when I am doing my thing.' And well, he calls me "Oh fucking hell. " All. Night. Long.