Shit.
Have you ever been on one of those fucking rollercoaster's that fluster you letting you go up and down at 10 meters from the floor and you have to stay sat down on a damn chair while your stomach dance's the Macarena, making you want to throw up what you ate on the day of your baptism?
Yeah, that's what it feels like to wake up after a party at Irwin's house.
I slowly open my eyes tasting around my tongue, the taste too sweet of strawberry's vodka, cursed be the day I told Michael that I loved strawberries.
I stretch and when I stretch my arm I notice black long hair, I look at it and I saw a girl naked, then I look at myself and holy crap, I'm naked too, I look again at the girl who is still sleeping while I put a hand in my hair trying to remember how I ended up here?
Yesterday I told Calum that I wanted to have fun and drink with a couple of friends, but I guess that he translated it in a bad way from English to probably Chinese, so he understood; invite whoever you know and bring enough alcohol and weed to bring Bob Marley back from the dead and let him die from overdose once more.
"Morning" the girl says with a raspy voice, I look at her smiling while she put a hand in her messy hair, you know when you are at a family reunion and there's that one relative that you have no idea who he is and he comes to you and looks at you like you are his favourite nephew ever but you still have no idea of who this person is?
Yeah, me right now.
"I really liked yesterday night, what about we make it a round two next week?" She asks while she put her red dress back on, meanwhile I take my time to look at her ass, not bad Ashton, even when you're drunk you can get hot girls.
"Yeah I'll call you.... baby" I say not remembering her name whatsoever, she winks at me before getting out of my room with her heels on her hands.
I stand up without the will to go through this fucking day, I head towards the kitchen to get some water, maybe some coffee would be better.
Going through the hallway I see the aftermath of last night plastic cups on the floor, deflated balloons, and used condoms surrounding me at every direction.
"Excuse me, have you seen my friend?" A girl asks as she walked out of my best friend room, I shrug my shoulder and she rolls her eyes before getting out of the apartment with her eye bags and her wrinkled dress.
When I get to the kitchen I open the fridge and take sip of orange juice straight from the bottle, cause who the fuck needs glasses, plates, or eating utensils for that matter when you live alone. You can use your mouth or your hands to eat why waste water on that.
Yeah don't waste water, let's save the fucking planet.
I look at my living room and I already feel tired thinking about cleaning this shit, the furniture in the House was spread all throughout. Tables on the corners of the room that people danced on, empty bottles everywhere, piece of paper everywhere and... what is that? Is that vomit?
"Do you know the blonde girl that was in my room with me?" Calum asks appearing in the kitchen with a tired face and the expression on his face literally screaming; I drank as much as 10 Irish boys after a golf game but I want to get through this days with my head held high.
"No but she was pretty" I say and he nudged sitting down on a chair biting a slice of cold left over pizza from yesterday, this is what living alone gives to you, no rules, you eat what you want, invite who you want and do what you want.
After finishing high school Calum and I worked so fucking hard for an entire summer as waiters at a restaurant to earn enough to afford this apartment. An apartment far from home,but near enough to the college, not because we study there, of course, but just to it make easier for the girls to get back to their dorm after a party.
