All I see is white.. Or is that yellow? Who gives a shit, but all I know is this headache isn’t going away anytime soon.
The sun is still shining bright in my eyes as I check my phone for the time: 3:07 p.m. Well, that’s what I get for a crazy night like that again. I just wish I could remember it. I think it all is blank right after my fourth shot.. Some say I’m a lightweight but whatever.
I slowly raise myself out of my bed and hop around carefully in my one-room apartment to get to the bathroom. As I turn on the hot water, I slip off my underwear, which happened to be the only article of clothing that remained on my body from last night, and slid in. I lathered up my hair with some cheap Walgreens brand shampoo and conditioner and just stood inside the all glass shower as it become unbearably foggy from the hot water.
Advil was just what I needed so I grabbed the tube of it from my nightstand and popped a couple in. One, two, three, who knows how many I took, just as long as it’s enough to get this achy feeling out from inside of me.
I walked to the stove, naked as usual, and began to turn on the heat to make some egg whites when I got a text from my best friend, Madison, aka Mads.
Mads: Wanna meet @ Starbucks! Need 2 c u after last nite!
Me: Yeah lemme get dressed! C u @ 4?
I happily put on my clothes getting ready to go to Starbucks. Hopefully, Mads could fill me in on the deats of last night.. Nothing was piecing together and I had a feeling like it never would.
After dressing in white shorts, a light pink sweater, and nude wedges (I’m a shorty), I threw my long white-blonde hair in a high ponytail, grabbed my Ray Banz and hailed a taxi.
“Starbucks on 8th, please.”
Getting there was a hassle. Hot summer days like today are busy in the big city, but as I arrived I pulled open the heavy door and ordered my usual, Tall Iced Vanilla Macchiato.
Once my drink was in hand, I saw Mads walk through the door, smiling as always.
“Hey, Stranger! Long time, no talk!”
“Mads, we saw each other last night, although I cant remember it at all,” I said with a groan.
“Yeah, I don’t remember much either,” Mads grabbed her lime refresher and sat by me. “But, I do remember you getting crazy as usual!”
Last night Mads and I went to a crazy party at a girl’s penthouse. In New York, there are many just like that, but this was like a Gossip Girl 90210 kinda thing. Cute boys, good drinks, nice music, and an awesome indoor pool.
“Mads what did I do!”
“Umm, not sure I can remember but you were going crazy flirting it up with all these cute boys. Every one of them liked you, the poor friends had to fight over who would dance with you next!”
“Greeeat.”
We get up and walk down Broadway towards Time Square with our drinks, as always and just talk. Cute boys are lookin us up and down but mainly Mads, she is really pretty. She has dark hair with green eyes and not to mention tan! I’m pale as shit and I have thin, whitish blonde hair that practically goes down to my ass! She has a figure to where as I am just lengthy and skinny.. no butt or boobs! Aw, damn. But, as we’re walking, we find a bench and sit down to people watch.
People walk past, but there is a group of boys that I keep putting my attention towards and one seems to keep putting his attention over here, too. I go to throw away my drink and before I know it the same guy is walking towards me.
“Hey, I saw you at Isa’s party last night right?” He said as he approached me.
“Umm, maybe, I’m sorry, I can’t recall much from the night,” I say with a side laugh.
“Oh, that’s alright, here take this! I’ll see you around.” As he leaves and smiles back at me, I look at the drink cover he handed me where he scribbled a note on the side:
“Text me :p 555-7896 –Dylan”
No, thank you, Dylan, I say to myself as I throw away the cover and head back to Mads.
“Who was that?”
“Oh, nothing special. I think I’m gonna head home, this raging head ache is coming back.”
“Alright, text me when you get home safe,” Mads says, a little too loud for my headache.
“I’ll be sure, too. And hang out tomorrow night for our weekly Sunday Sushi night?”
“Yes! My place at six.”
“I’ll be there,” I say as I turn around to leave.
Now all I need to do is sit at home and figure out what the hell happened last night.
