Juliana | Mia
"Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey."
"Shut up, Mia. My head is pounding."
"I am greatly hurt, Jules. I guess I'll just have to throw out this delicious homemade hangover breakfast that I made for specifically you--"
"I'm up, I'm up. Now make yourself useful and get me some Advil. I feel like death."
"Already got you some. Here you go."
"You're such a good friend."
"Oh really? Because it didn't seem like you thought that a minute ago when--"
"Advil changes people, Mia. You should know this. Don't roll your eyes at me like that."
"Anyways, breakfast is in the kitchen. I'll be in there waiting for you to spill every detail about last night."
"Yeah yeah. Just let me shower in peace. I still smell like sweat and alcohol."
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"Took you long enough, geez. Our water bill is going to be through the roof."
"Whatever. Thanks for the breakfast."
"..."
"..."
"So? Last night? Did you get any dick?"
"Mia!"
"What? A best friend deserves to know! How was it? Did he--"
"We did not sleep together! Ew!"
"You don't mean that."
"Yes I do. By no means did we sleep together or do anything remotely related to that."
"No, I mean the 'ew' part. You don't mean that. You like him."
"Like him? No I don't."
"Sure you don't. So nothing happened?"
"Well, I don't really remember much, but surely I would've remembered if something serious happened."
"I guess that's true."
"Sorry to disappoint. Maybe you should go watch some porn to make up for my lack of juicy details."
"You know what? I just might do that."
"You're gross!"
"You suggested it!"
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The Insomniac Club | ✓
Short StoryIn which two people join an insomniac club and end up finding that the cure for their insomnia is each other.
