unexpected

twenty nine

there was an uneasy feeling in my stomach and my head was spinning. i jolted up out of the bed and made a bee-line for the bathroom. i started uncontrollably throwing up.

after a few minutes i just rested my head on the toilet seat and groaned. i feel like shit. i was afraid that if i moved from this position i would be sick again.

finally i got the strength to stand up and walk downstairs. although that was probably not the best idea because i was still very dizzy.

as i reached the bottom step, i sat down on it and put my head in my hands.

i was so miserable i could barely even walk. what the hell happened last night? i asked myself as memories came flooding back into my mind. i remembering taking shots with some random dudes, drinking with the girls, and being in the bathroom? with hayes? oh no.

this is not good.

"not feeling too good are ya?" i heard a chuckle from behind me.

"hayes oh my god. what happened last night?" i asked.

"i don't know you tell me" he sat beside me.

"well i remember taking shots with some random guys and then drinking the stuff madison gave me and the rest of it is kind of fuzzy. was i with you?" i asked.

"yes. do you remember what you drank with the guys and then with madison?"

"i had this dark cinnamon stuff with the guys and then madison gave me like lemonade and vodka mixed together i think." i answered and he shook his head.

"you mixed your colors" he told me.

"excuse me?" i was confused.

"the cinnamon stuff was fireball, that's a dark.  then you drank vodka and that's a light. mixing your colors is dangerous. that's why you got sick and your hangover is really shitty." he explained.

"how did you know i just got sick?" i asked.

"because i was with you lastnight" he said in a duh tone.

"wait i got sick last night too?" my eyes widened.

"wait.. you're still throwing up?" he asked and i nodded.

"that's not good kk" he shook his head.

"come on, you need to get something in your system besides alcohol" he motioned for me to follow into the kitchen.

i collapsed onto a chair and let my head rest on the table.

"here start by eating this" hayes handed me a piece of bread and the thought of eating made me want to be sick even more. food did not sound appealing right now.

hayes got eggs out of the refrigerator and started cracking them into a bowl.

"so how long was i with you last night?" i asked.

"wow you really don't remember anything do you?" he sighed. 

"well when i first found you at the party you were already drunk enough and madison just kept giving you more to drink. then we saw cameron coming and i tried hiding you in a bedroom so he wouldn't find you but you just ended up getting mad at me and running away."

"why did i get mad at you?" i interrupted him.

"it was about your dad"

"oh, uh- nevermind.. continue." i said.

"then i went to go find you and you were actually taking pictures with all the guys. including cameron. you're lucky he was drunk too so he didn't even realize. but then you tried going to sleep so i carried you to the couch but that's when you got sick." he laughed and i covered my face in embarrassment.