Joey's POV
I live with Meghan and I've loved her since the first day I layed eyes on her, when I watched her first music video. I myself had been making a career of YouTube. I love Meghan so much, she just doesn't know it yet. Sure, she knows I Iove her as a friend and all, but I want something more, something real. No more games.
But, for now, I will have to cope with being just friends. Meghan and David are my two best friends. We moved in together about 3 months ago and it's been great. Until now...
I woke up and my room was dark. I could see a slim line of morning light peeking through my curtain. I rolled over and tangled myself in a burrito of blankets. I had a pounding headache. I angerly threw my pillow over my head and squished it into my ears as hard as I could. I don't know why I did that because that only made the headache much worse. I cried into my pillow for about 5 minutes straight and layed there in silence for about 5 minutes before David came into my room and threw something at me. It hit me straight in the head.
"WHAT THE FUCK DAVID!!?!?!?!?" I screamed.
"YOU DESERVE IT YOU DICK" David screamed. Then he slammed the door and left loudly. What did I do? My head hurt more than ever.
Then, it all came back to me.
Meghan's POV
I woke up and saw David at the foot of my bed on his laptop.
"Dave?" I whispered. He looked up and turned to me.
"Yeah?" He gave a sweet sypithetic smile to me. He was acting like someone died. This isn't that big of a deal and no matter how big the issue, I can handle it by myself.
"Just making sure it was you haha."
"Okay." He said. "I'm sorry about Joey and the whole thing last night." I shook my head.
"It's not your fault."
"Should we go somewhere else so you don't have to be in the same house as that dick?"
"This has nothing to do with Joey's dick." I said jokingly.
"Haha but really though. Do we need to stay at a friends house for a couple nights?"
"No, it's okay. I can't just run away from all my problems."
"Alright."
"Will you get me some Advil? I have a terrible headache."
"Sure." Suddenly, we heard a loud cry.
"Joey." I said.
"Yeah."
"Wait, shh." I said, listening to the loud whimpers. "That's Joey's headache cry. He gets really bad ones."
"So?" David said.
"Will you bring him some Advil, too?"
"No!"
"Please? Imagine if you were in his situation."
"I would kill myself." David said.
"Suicide jokes aren't funny." I said sternly.
"Fine, fine. I'll bring him some damn Advil."
"Thank you."
"No problem." David mumbled as he left my room.
He brought me back two Advill tablets and a glass of water.
"Thanks." I said swollowing the pills. David left the room to go give Joey his pills. I heard loud yelling from Joey's room. I sighed and pushed my pillow over my ears.
Joey's POV
It was all coming back to me, bit by bit. Every second of memory from last night pained me. The memories came back slowly and with every peice of memory, I started to put the whole night together. After a while, I had all the memories and I put them all together.
*Flashback*
I was drunk. Extremely drunk.
"Meghannn!" I slurred, leaning into her.
"Joey, are you drunk?"
"Extreeeemely!" I yelled. Meghan sighed.
"Come on, I'll drive you home." She said, grabbing my arm.
"No!" I pulled away and shoved her, not playfully. I shoved her hard. She fell on the floor, crashing into a bunch of people. "MEGHAN YOU DRUNK WHORE STOP TRYING TO GET WITH ALL THESE GUYS YOU BITCH!!!" I yelled. Everyone heard, and they took it as a joke, they laughed, but Meghan did not. She lay on the floor and pulled herself up to her feet and ran out the door of Sawyer's house.
When I got home last night, David was asleep in his room and Meghan was in her room. I took it upon myself to enter her room. I hopped onto her bed and layed on top of her, starting to drunkenly kiss her.
"JOEY GET OFF!" she said, breaking the sloppy kiss. "GO TO BED"
"But I want you!" I whined.
"No! Go the fuck to bed!"
*End of flashback*
I. Am. A. Terrible. Person. I ran my fingers through my hair.
"I really really fucked up." I mumbled to myself.
"Yeah, you did." Meghan said, suddenly appearing in my doorway.
"MEGHAN I'M SO-"
"Oh, save it!"
"Meghan, was drunk! Please forgi-"
"Goodbye Joey. Forever."
"Meghan-"
"You fucked up too bad this time Joeseph. Whatever "this" was, whatever "this" might have one day been, is over. I never want to see or talk to you ever again."
"Meghan, I was drunk. I had no control-"
"OH YOU HAD CONTROL. YOU HAD ENOUGH CONTROL TO NOT GET SO DRUNK!!"
"MEGHAN I'M SORRY!!! PLEASE MEGHAN I NEED YOU"
"Goodbye Joey." She left my room, picked up her keys from the kitchen table and slammed the front door, started her car, and left.
