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10

I woke up to myself on my bedroom floor. My body shifted causing almost all the bones in my body to crack. My phone told me the time was 9:57 am. it also told me that I had many missed texts and calls. Of course, from Phil. I decided to text him to stop blowing up my phone.

Dan: Phil, Stop texting me. Your giving me a headache.

Phil: sorry. Are you okay. I haven't seen you in a while.

Dan: I'm fine.

Phil: you don't seem fine. I miss you.

Dan: No you don't.

I locked the phone and passed it to my bed. I seriously needed some pain meds right about now. I grabbed the bed frame to hold me up as i lifted myself up. The sudden movement caused my head to pound more. "Damn." I mumbled. How could a hangover be this bad? I thought. I have had many hangovers before, but they were nothing compared to this one.

I stumbled to my bathroom cabinet. As soon as i opened it, a since of worry came and hit me. I looked through every drawer, frantically searching for the small bottle that heals headaches. "Fuck fuck fuck" I whispered to myself. I did not want to go outside and walk to the store in his state. I groaned. Maybe a shower?

I took off my day old clothes off and hopped into the shower, letting the warm water hit my pail body.

It helped... but not enough. I wrapped a towel around my hips and walked back to my room. At least I didn't smell like a fucking dog. I looked into my closet and grabbed my (one of many) black shirts. This shirt had been a gift from Phil a year ago for my birthday. It had a eclipse on it that everyone thought was a salt circle. I slipped it on and put on a pair of black jeans. I guess I had no choice but to go to the store.

I opened my front door, to be met with a very cold breeze. The air was thick and humid. The sidewalks were blotchy from the rain overnight and the lawns soggy. I put checked my phone to see if Mom or Dad had texted. Not surprisingly, they hadn't. The only text had been from Phil.

Can we meet? Be at the park at two pm.

I sighed. I didn't want to at all, with my headache and all.

Dan: can't.

Phil: please. It's important

Dan: fine but make it two thirty. I have to run to the store

I locked my phone and sat it in my back pockets, as my front pockets were going to be taken up by my hand that now had goosebumps all over.

The world seemed quiet today, which was weird for London. But I wasn't complaining. I slipped my headphones on to occupy the time.

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I slipped through the small doors of the store. My tall body was a curse most of the time. I quickly shuffled to the drug isle, scanning for the right bottle. I couldn't seem to read the tiny letters with my vision being blurry.

"Need help?" I looked up to see a familiar face.

"Oh, hey Jack. Yeah. I kinda need some headache pills. I can't read the words on the bottles." I tilted my head down, hoping he wouldn't figure out I was going through a hangover.

"It's this one." He pointed, kinda having a look of satisfaction on his face. Of course, my eyes were not focusing on where he was pointing as I couldn't see.

"Uh- I cant really.." I stammered.

Jack chuckled. "Bad night?" He handed me the small white bottle. I nodded my head. "Well if you want, I know a really good hangover cure." My eyes looked up to meet his. My phone buzzed. I grabbed the device out of my pocket.

Phil: you still coming?

I looked at the time. Two sixteen. Shit.

"Uh I gotta run. Family stuff. Text me that hangover cure." I started walking away, quickly, causing my head to pound. I gave the cashier the right amount of money and dashed out of the store, texting Phil back, yes, and managing to take two pills to cure this headache. I spend myself up, not knowing why. It wasn't like I wanted to go and talk to Phil. Something in my body is just jittery and excited for whatever reason.

Yo. Sorry it took so long to update it's been a crazy couple of days.