Sunshiny Things (Original)

Ch. 6 Coconut Water

Cole

I wake up, my head pounding and the strange aroma of vanilla fills my noes. My eyes slowly flutter open and I squint at the morning light as it shines through the giant industrial window, which I'm sure is a symptom of me overly drinking last night. But I can't remember. I prop myself up on my elbows trying to regain any memories from last night. And that's when I realize. Wait a minute, this isn't my apartment. I look around the room and see band posters hanging up on the brick walls, girls clothes scattered across the floor, along with a couple of records, a mess of colorful throw blankets displayed on the bed that I'm sitting on, and to my left is a really creepy one eyed dog stuff animal. Did I sleep with someone last night? I strip the comforter from my body's to examine my state. Shirt is off but boxers and pants are still on. Then what the hell happened last night?

I slowly standup from the bed and rub my temples to try and sooth the throbbing pain that's pulsing through them. But it's not like it's any help. I dig into my black ripped jeans pocket, and retrieve my phone.

"Shit," I mumble under my breath. It's 8:00, twenty minutes till school starts. I can't have another tarty or I won't be able to play the game on Friday. And If I can't play on Friday, then my dad will have my head. I look around the floor to try and find my shoes and t-shirt. Finally I locate them and quickly pick them up in my hands and scramble towards the door. But before I can turn the knob of the door, it swings open almost causing me to trip over my own feet. I stumble backwards a few feet and drop my stuff that I just picked up onto the floor. I look up and see the one person I never thought I would.

"Freya?" I ask in confusion. Freya looks at me slightly startled, but that look instantly fades to annoyance, like always. Why is she so moody all the damn time. Freya rolls her eyes and walks past me ignoring what I said. I pick my stuff and Freya walks over to the nightstand next to the bed and sets down a glass filled with whitish clear liquid.

"What am I doing here?" I ask even more confused. Freya sighs and looks at me with crossed arms.

"You came barging into my room last night, drunk, asking for sugar. And would you please put a shirt on?" she says to me. I laugh a little but just to cover up my embarrassment, before throwing my shirt on as well as my shoes. Why out of all places would I come here? But before I could say anything else, Freya picks up the glass again and shoves it in my face.

"Here, you need some fluids in you. Drink," she demands. I look at the glass with a disgusted expression and she rolls her eyes. "It will help you with your hangover."

"I'm not drinking that it looks like—."

"It's coconut water you perv!" she yells cutting me off. Which only makes me laugh. I take the cold glass from her hand and chug it down as soon as the rem touches my lips. My throat was extremely dry, and I did need something to replenish it. And to my surprise, the coconut water wasn't that bad. But I would never tell her that. I hand the now empty glass back to Freya and she rolls her eyes as she takes it, which annoys me. Why does she always do that?

"You know, eventually your eyes are going to get stuck back there if you keep doing that," I say half jokingly. She gives me a fake smile.

"Thanks for the tip. I'll keep that in mind," she snaps back at me sarcastically. "Look I need to go to school and you need to go home." Freya walks out into her living room and grabs her bag from the kitchen counter as well as her coat from the coat hanger beside the front door.

"No, I'm going to school," I protest against her. What makes her think she can tell me what to do. She rolls her eye again, but I just ignore it this time.

"Fine, go to school with a hangover, I don't care!" she yells before turning back around to open the front door. But before she can leave, I place my hand on her shoulder to turn her back around. But as soon as my hand makes contact with her shoulder, she jumps away from my touch and looks at me with a sacred expression. Shit, she's jumpy.

"Don't tell anyone about this, you hear," I demand her. She scoffs a little which makes me angry. Does she think this is a joke?

"Don't worry, prince charming, I wouldn't dare." And just like that, she exits through the door, leaving me standing in her apartment...alone.

"Tough luck," I hear someone say from behind me. I turn around and look at her with surprise. Becca, her long, wet, black hair is pulled up in a towel on top her head and she's wearing a long sweatshirt that falls just above her knees.

"You live here too?" I ask as I point at her slightly. Becca laughs and shakes her hair out of the brown towel that was tied around it just previously, causing it to fall effortlessly down her boney shoulders.

"No, sometimes I just like to break into my best friends apartment and use her shower." I know Becca well enough by now to know that she's joking. She's always been a sarcastic little ass like this.

I roll my eyes at her comment and I instantly think of Freya and how she rolls her eyes. Maybe it's rubbed off on me. Weird.

"Are you going to school?" I ask Becca due to her state. She nods her head.

"Yeah, I am in a little bit. You go on."

"It's not like I was gonna wait on you." Becca laughs.