I woke up in my Pent drive Green Bay, plush loft with an enemy and a bad hangover. Sally Maguire had been a gigantic pain in my life ever since I remembered; I hated her so much that I figured seeing her sprawled on her stomach, drooling, on my huge queen size bed had to be a drinking after-effect. My head was throbbing and all I wanted was for the pain to go away along with sally. But no such luck. I rubbed my eyes as I got up from the couch I had no idea why I was sleeping on. My back hurt, but it was nothing in comparison to the pain I felt in my head. I walked up to my bed, which for some reason still had sally lying on it, and almost tripped over something. It was a beer bottle, looking around the room; I realized for the first time what a mess it was. Empty beer cans lay everywhere, the bedspread was on the floor torn in half, my bedside lamp which was a gift from aunt Earmatude lay broken in pile on the silk rugs that my mom had bought from Dubai. The room literally smelled like a bar and I did not want to check the adjoining bathroom afraid of what I might find there. I tried to think about last night, but I was completely blank, the last thing I remembered was.........what? I couldn't remember. Just then a loud ringing noise almost startled me to death. My hands reflexively covered my ears, which did not want to be subjected to any noise that might increase the pain in my already throbbing head. I looked around the room trying to find its source; there on the bedside table next to where sally lay, a phone was buzzing, it was not mine so I assumed it to be her's, I waited for her to get up and answer it, but the girl slept like a log. Not able to take the noise anymore I answered the phone myself. The caller id read, Lucas calling. I pressed the answer button but before I could say anything the person on the other line began speaking in full force. "Sal! Where the hell are you? Do you have any idea how worried I've been? I mean who does that? Just calls up in a drunken state at 3 am in the morning joking about setting me up with 'the Andrea Reynolds' I mean were you high or something? And where are you? I had to freaking lie my ass off to Mrs. Maguire, telling her that your spending the night at Amy's, then I had to call Amy and tell her to keep up the lie in case your mom called her or, something, you know how that girl is don't you? All weird and girly and weird, and......" before this manic could say anymore, I swooped in "whoa, whoa, whoa" I said not able to take the burst of information at that speed with my head throbbing. "Will you please slow down and shut up for a second?" there was silence on the other end. "Good!" I said rubbing my forehead with one hand. "Who are you?" I asked not knowing what else to say. "Luke, your best friend! What you got amnesia now, Sal?" I walked across the room stepping over all the rubbish that covered my floor. "I'm not sally!" I said, disgusted to think that someone would even consider such a thing."You're not?" the boy, Lucas asked. "Considering you just called yourself her best friend, I'd think you'd recognize her voice". I replied. "Then whom am I speaking to?" he asked still somewhat unsure. By this time I was already out of my room and making my way downstairs to the kitchen, to do something for my hangover for which this stupid boy's irritating questions were not helping, but I decided to answer anyway, just to get over with it, then at least this guy can come here take this idiot (who god knows was doing what in my house) and go back to wherever they came from. "Andrea" I said. There was silence from the other end for so long that I thought the line had probably got cut. "Hello?" I asked as I made my way into my kitchen, which (thank god) looked fine. "Andrea as in 'The Andrea Reynolds?" Lucas asked in awe. "Yeah, why? You know another Andrea?" I asked. "Um, no, I ...actually, eh no, I mean I don't know anyone else called Andrea" He somehow completed. I opened one of the million Oak wood cabinets that were lined neatly across the kitchen walls, and started rummaging through them for the aspirin bottle I could swear I had kept there last week....or was it last month? I closed my eyes trying to remember, but this day was not turning out good for that. "Do you know where I stay?" I asked into the phone. "What?!" he asked, his voice shocked for some reason. "How would I know that?" I pulled open the drawers, still no sign of the aspirin bottle. "You're right" I said searching around, now desperately, I didn't know how much longer I could bear this headache. "You know what I'll text you my address and then you can come here and take your best friend home, okay?" There was silence from the other side for two seconds, like he was thinking something. "Yeah, okay" he said. I had searched the entire kitchen, and still come up with nothing; I was losing my patience and couldn't take it anymore. "Where is that stupid aspirin?" I shouted loudly, totally forgetting that I was on the phone. Then realizing my mistake, I said "sorry, I didn't mean to shout into the phone". There was a light laugh from the other end. "That's okay, I know how it is, that hangover might be pretty bad. If you're not getting an aspirin why don't you try some buttermilk with three drops of lemon?" Lucas suggested. I stopped searching. "Does it work?" I asked slowly. "Always....well at least for me it does" he said. "Okay then, I'll try it" I said felling calmer for some reason. "So, Ill text you my address then" I said. "Yeah, okay" Lucas said. "Bye, then" I said and then added "for now". There was a smile in his voice as he replied "yeah, bye...for now."
