How I Want My Story to Be

Part 2

I walked up the busy streets to the bar, it was still a bit early and chilly,I was glad I brought a jacket.
I walked in, went to the same part of the bar and sat down.
The bar tender walked up to me,

"i remember you...Jax!"
~he said leaning against the counter behind him~

"What you want kid?"
~He asked grabbing a glass~

"Stoute please"
~I said leaning my arms on the counter~

"Sure" ~
he said smiling fixing me up a stout~

I heard the bell ring and in came another guy, I think I saw him from the last time I came.
He sat 2 seats down from me all alone like me in the same spot as last time and also ordered a stout.
He had shoulder length blonde hair, black lip and nose piercing.
Blue eyes, skinny black jeans, black band shirt with a sleeve of tattoos.
He looked over and I realized I was starring and turned to take a sip of my drink.
The man stood up and moved to the stool next to me, sliding his drink with him.
I was a bit hesitant to look over but I relaxed my shoulders and looked over.

"What brings you here?"
~He asked finishing his glass and pushing It aside~

" nothing better to do"
~I said resting my face in my hand looking at him~

"I see"
~he said waving the waiter over, ordering another drink.

" what brings you here"
I said with a stutter, nervous to talk to him for some reason.

"Same reason I guess"
~he said playing with his fingers~

Eventually we were talking like crazy!
The bartender joined in, it felt nice for once instead of being on my own, talking to the voice in my head. It felt as if a weight was lifted off my chest I felt good, for once in a long time it was half past 11 and the  bartender knew none of us could drive so he called up a lift and sent us back home.
We went our separate ways, I wasn't to intoxicated that I couldn't get into my house or anything in fact I did that just fine.
I unlocked my door kicked off my brogues stumbling on the stairs in the pitch black, and into bed I was, out.
The next morning definitely didn't feel great, my head was pounding, my stomach aching, my throat felt swelled.
The clock read 10am and I couldn't get out of bed, I laid holding my Stomach for a good 30 minutes till I couldn't take it.
I slowly sat up, holding my head and standing up I walked to the bathroom then fell to the floor. Vomiting everywhere, my throat burning, my stomach releasing the pain.
I fell back asleep lying on the cool bathroom floor. I woke up a good hour later, sitting up then leaning against the bathroom door. My eyes felt heavy and huge, felt like I hadn't ate for days.
I stood back up looking at my mess disappointed.
I went down stairs grabbed some paper towel and cleaned up my mess, I never had to do that since my mom always did for me.
I went down stairs grabbed a ginger ale and an ice pack and relaxed on the couch.
Just how my mom always did, l laid on the couch looking out the window to the street full of kids.
On their bikes or scooters racing or doing tricks. After a while I felt good enough to get up, I sat up putting ice pack on the coffee table and walking over to unlock my front door.
I stepped out, shutting it behind me and looking out, it was a bright sunny day.
Nice cool breeze, warm colour leaves blowing In the wind. I sat down, holding my can of ginger ale Leaning again the post on my porch.
I let out a smirk as my eyes were getting hard to keep open.
Just then as I almost went out, my goof of a neighbour comes out of his backyard with his leaf blower.
Humming a tune blowing leaves everywhere, some starting to blow onto my porch.
My eyebrows now furrowed,
Just as I went to stand up I stopped myself, took a deep breath and put a nice smile on my face.
I stood up and he looked over, turning the leaf blower off.

"Hey Jax , you don't look to great. Everything alright?"
~He said pushing up his glasses~ "

oh yah, yah im fine. Just lack hof sleep"
~I said smiling walking over~