Things really don't work out after a hangover.
Do you know that feeling waking up in the morning and just wondered, what the hell happened.
I was having a pleasant dream of meeting Taylor Swift face to face backstage of her reputation concert till I was woken up by my roommate's denim pants thrown on my face.
My head felt heavy when I got up. And the scent of alcohol was all over the room.
Getting up from bed, or so I thought I was on. I found myself sleeping on the living room couch. Stained over a spilled beer that's been dried overnight.
Not only the couch, but the whole place was a mess.
Beer bottles where on the floor, pizza slices were scattered on the counter, and the carpet smelled like a drunkard owned it.
"Hey man, have you seen my phone. I feel like it's here somewhere?" Jordan asked still tipsy from yesterday.
"I just woke up, what do you think my answer will be." I sarcastically implied.
I yawned. He ignored my response and continued searching.
I walked my way to the fridge to grab a glass of water to ease up the headache.
"Found it." He said while he's under the carpet.
"Cheers." I raised my glass.
He walked to the fridge and put his phone on the counter. My heart raised when I saw the time on the screen. 12:07pm.
"It can't be." I reached in my pocket to grab my phone. The moment I tried turning it on.
It was dead.
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RomanceMiles is a dreamer. He's an intern of the most well known fashion company around New York. He wants to have his own fashion line and brand. But for now he just works on papers and creates his own fashion line on a screen that may have a low chance o...
