Preacher Man

Chapter 2

"ROSS!" I was awaken by my girlfriend, yelling at me to get up.

Me, being extremely hung over, groaned, covered my ears, and turned over onto my stomach. I was just about to drift off into Dreamland, but I never quite made it there, because Tori picked up a pillow and repeatedly started hitting me over the head with it.

I started giggling and starting singing, "Hurts good to want ya, take the pain I get from you."

She flipped me over on to my back and stared intently into my eyes, "Wow, Tori. I didn't know that you could be so demanding, especially before church-" A smirk stretching across my still slightly drunk, face.

She sighed, "Ross, listen to me. It's 9:00, we have to be at church at 10:00, you smell worst than a taco filled with vomit, you look like a homeless person for God's sake! Get up!"

"Alright, alright", I slurred, making hand motions as a polite way to tell her to back off.

I tossed my bedsheets off, tried to stand up, but my overlapping balance and dizziness, mixed with the apparently invisible sheet wrapped around my leg, brought me down.

My girlfriend caught me... This isn't the way it's supposed to be, man! Oh well, I'm screwed up anyways. I mentally shrugged in my head and patted her head, giving her my sexy smirk. "Thank schoe, Tornpee."

She just looked at me and sighed and started laughing, "Ross, you giving me a triple chin, and calling me Torn Pee, does not turn me on."

I started giggling, "I have that effect on PEEple."

She rolled her eyes and looked up at the sky, "God, no offense, but what were you thinking when you gave me him!?"

"He was thinking, well that woman needs a sexy man by her side." I started laughing.

"More like a sexy drunk." She rolled her eyes.

"Sho, you admit I'm shexy?" I smirked.

"You look like a duck." She said.

"That'z why I'm shexy."

"I'm not attracted to ducks." She said.

"Well, I must be a schpecial Duzck." I said.

"Oh you're schpecial alright. Look, we aren't doing this today, hungover or not, we are going to church." She said.

"Mhm, whatever, now just let me take a shower and get my suit on." I said, rolling my eyes.

"Okay, I'm going to go get you some Tylenol." She said, chirpy, and she kissed me on my cheek, and practically skipped out of the room.

I rolled my eyes and walked, well more like stumbled into the bathroom. I sighed as I grabbed my toothbrush, and lazily brushed away the alcohol from the night before, from my breath.

I looked into the towel closet and grabbed a towel and turned on the water, and waited for it to heat up, because seriously, who can turn the water on as soon as they get in the shower!? I mean, that seems like torture!

Once it got to the temperature of my liking, I just got in the shower, and let it wash away years and years of alcohol. It's crazy how many times I've done this, yet it's never actually kept me away from it. Nothing has been strong enough, not my girlfriend, not my family, not even myself. It's just stuck to me, and it's turning into me.

I grabbed my shampoo and started washing my hair, running my fingers through the long, prior, greasy, mess. I ran it under the water, just feeling theq bubbles run down my back. My hair, still not being clean enough, I went in and repeated the shampoo stage, Man I really need a haircut. I thought to myself. Then I took a light coat of conditioner, enjoying the silky feeling in my hair. Then shivered as it ran down my back once again, feeling it gently touching my skin, leaving it's mark, and I love it, but it's bittersweet. I don't love it anymore. Then I picked up the scented body wash, put it on my sponge, ran it over my body, and I didn't hate the feeling of the body wash, because it smelt amazing, and it felt right. I think it's weird how small things, make everything better. I almost wanted to feel that forever. I rinsed off underneath the water.