CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: THE MORNING AFTER
The pain; it is almost unbearable. The banging in my head is so strong and consistent that I feel as if my whole brain is going to explode.
What the hell happened to me? Did I get hit in the head with a hammer? Did a truck run over me during the night? Did Fruffy have a nap on my head? You know it could be possible, I mean he does weigh like 5 tons.
Okay, I’m probably exaggerating a little but you get my point.
Maybe instead of trying to figure out what happened to me, I should get up to take a couple of headache pills. After the throbbing inside my head dies down a little, maybe then I’ll be able to figure out what happened to my poor hurting head.
Careful not to trigger anything that would make my headache worse, I slowly open my eyes, and look around at my surroundings without moving a muscle from fear that I would be hit with an enormous amount of pain.
The first thing I notice when I open my eyes, is a white plain popcorn ceiling. It could be worse, I mean at least I’m not looking up at the sky, but the problem out of all of this is that we don’t have popcorn ceiling at my house.
That’s when the realization that I was staying at Aaron’s house for the week hits me. Everything suddenly makes sense. The intense pounding of my head was caused by the amount of alcohol that I had consumed last night while Aaron and I played our two people beer pong tournament.
It must have been some tournament because the last thing I remember was when Aaron and I started playing our third game of beer pong, and that was only 1 hour into our tournament. And from the banging inside of my head I’m guessing we played far more than three rounds of the game. How wonderful.
I don’t remember the last time I’ve woken up with this big of a hangover.
Or the last time you had fun.
I have fun!
Whatever you say…
I am suddenly snapped away from my thoughts when a loud and unpleasant moan comes out from somewhere much closer to me than I expected. I am not alone in here; whatever this room is.
I slowly lift myself up on my elbows, with no pain afterwards thankfully, and twist my head to the side curiously to see where the awful animal like sound originally came from.
Not really to my surprise, Aaron is indeed the one that released that uncomfortable moan. How embarrassing.
The strange thing about this whole situation though, is not the fact that Aaron and I were previously sleeping in the same room together or that he had just let out an awful sounding moan but the fact that he is currently lying on the cold ceramic floor shirtless next to the bed I am currently sitting on.
Not that I am complaining, far from it really, because the showing of is abdomen muscles is something I would not mind seeing again. Talk about a six-pack.
Stop staring you’re being rude.
That said, for the safety of my hormones and my pride, I curiously trail my eyes away from Aaron’s peaceful, smoking hot sleeping body and to the room we were currently occupying.
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