A Harsh Reality | ✓

Chapter 28

Noah

I woke up to the sound of Amanda's heavy breathing. It took awhile for me to remember last night, but I did. I had found Amanda at this frat party and I realized how drunk she was so I took her away from there. We ended up coming to my house and sleeping in the same bed. I didn't know what I was thinking when I hugged her. Since she was asleep, I took the chance to have a good look at her.

Her brown hair was sprawled across the white pillow, the pink ends seeming much pinker than ever. Her eyes were closed peacefully. She somehow managed to pull all of the mattress to her side, leaving me only with a thin cover. I could see a small piece of the black shirt that I had lent her to sleep in. Remembering the moment in which she came out of the bathroom in my clothes, I smirked. In that exact moment, Mandy stirred and opened her white-like eyes slowly. She yawned and looked around before turning her head to look at me.

"Hi," she grunted.

"Good morning to you too," I replied as I started to remove my arms from around her but regretted it and left them in their place.

"I have a hangover," she stated and groaned, "My head, god, what even happened last night?"

"What do you remember?" I asked.

"Going to the party and seeing you there," she replied, "And then a few glimpses of before and after the party like when I drank water or when I-" She stopped talking abruptly.

"Or when you what?"

"Nothing," she replied.

"What?" I asked again.

"Nothing." I squinted my eyes at her.

"What?" she asked and laughed.

"Nothing," I mimicked her.

"Whatever." She rolled her eyes. "Do you have food? I'm starving."

"Yeah, I do," I replied coldly, not really wanting to leave the bed.

"Okay, cool, I'm bombing your fridge," she stated and yawned straight afterwards, which made me yawn as well. She tugged at the mattress, removing it from her and tossing it to my side. She pulled away from my grip and walked out of the room. Sighing, I copied her and went into the kitchen.

"I was meaning to ask you," she said, "If you don't mind of course." She paused. "Where's Zoey?"

"She's at a friend's house," I replied, "Will probably arrive in a few hours." I glanced at the clock on the kitchen counter which was pointing at the number one, guess we were really tired. Or maybe sooner than a few hours.

"Oh, cool." I watched her open the fridge as if it was her own house and take out milk and grabbing Lucky Charms from the messy top cabinet on top her, which took her some time to find. As soon as she poured the milk into the bowl, I cringed.

"Oh my god," I said.

"What?" she asked as she stopped pouring the milk.

"What the fuck are you doing?"

"Making a bowl of cereal, duh," she stated and continued. She shook the box and the colorful cereals fell into the sea of milk.

"Making a wrong bowl of cereal."

"Of course not," she stated and grabbed a spoon from a drawer I opened.

"Of course yes," I repeated as she filled her mouth with cereal, "By the way, you're eating my favorite cereals." She choked and let out a loud laugh. She grabbed her nose and swallowed just to continue laughing.