One Shot Songs

"Wasted" by Carrie Underwood

            I couldn’t help but drink. Three bottles of wine lay on the floor from yesterday. Now as I wake up with my head pounding, the sweet whiskey numbs me. It’s such a sweet escape from the pain. But if I stop drinking the hurt will flood back to me.

            I lay on my bed, the white sheets all tousled in different directions. My tears stained the blue pillow casing. A crash can next to my bed, yesterday it was filled with vomit. I wouldn’t be surprised if it happened again.

            But as I waste my day away trying to forget about the pain my hand pulls out a sock from the sheets. I studied the sock. Not mine, but a man’s. A man that is now gone. A man that I hurt. A man that I crushed. He was my love, my only love and threw it all away with some stupid idea.

            I got up from my bed, tripping over my cat, and went to the bathroom wanting to take a shower but I felt to nauseas and I leaned up against the sink with whiskey in my hand.

            I studied myself. Hallow eyes, chapped lips, red pupils, flushed cheeks, ragged hair. I was a mess. I started to cry… again. What had I become? A monster? Whatever it was it wasn’t me.

            I heard the door slam open but didn’t make any move to see who it was. Didn’t prepare to defend myself if it was a robber. I was to drunk.

            “Amanda?” I heard someone call. “Amanda? Amanda? There you are.” I looked through the mirror to see Jason, my friend, looking at me with pity, disappointment, shock, and disgust. I was a horrible person and my appearance showed it. “Amanda…”

            I turned to him and he held me as I cried into him. “It’s been eight months Amanda.”

            I continued to cry. Why would I ever of cheated on him. Why was I provoked? I threw everything away, for a stupid mistake. If I could take it back I would. I never would’ve made out with that stranger. I never would’ve gone to that bar. I just would’ve stayed home with Andrew and watch a movie with him or something. But I could never experience the happiness when Andrew held me. Never.

            “Amanda you need to get over this.” Jason sighed. “What’s the past is past. You can’t change anything. You’re just wasting your life away.”

            “Let me waste it.” I cried. “I don’t deserve anyone’s kindness. Especially yours. I’m a horrible person.”

            “No you’re not.” Jason corrected me. “You were never and will never be a horrible person. What is done is done. You can’t change the past.”

            “Just leave me alone Jason.” I said pushing him away. I went to my room and laid there feeling the vomit creep up in my throat.

            “Amanda,” He whined shaking me. “Amanda come on you can’t do this to yourself.”

            “I said go Jason.” I whispered. He kept shaking me, kept saying my name, kept trying to make me forget what I did. “I SAID GO!”

            “Fine!” Jason got up. “But you’re just wasting your life away. This isn’t good for you Amanda. I’m worried for you.”

            He left and I was finally alone. I slept the rest of the day. I slept a dreamless sleep.

3 months later

“Jason,” I said. “Jason Tyler.”

            “Floor seven,” The clerk smiled and I smiled back finally feeling good about myself. 3 months ago Jason’s words of me wasting my life scared me. The next two months I tried to sober myself, I’m still not completely sober but I need Jason right now. Because he’s my inspiration, the reason I don’t want to waste my life away anymore. I have to stop crying and move on. Like he said, “What’s done is done.”

            I got in the elevator as more business lawyers walked in. I pushed the button seven and eventually I got to the floor.

            “Hello may I see Jason Tyler?” I asked his secretary.

            “Yes after his meeting though.” She said, she has knows me for a long time so she knows I’m Jason’s friend. “You may sit here and wait for him.”

            So I sat. I sat and read about five magazines until she spoke to me. “So I haven’t seen you around lately, where’ve you been?”

            “You know,” I sighed, “around.”

            “Hmmhmm.” He mumbled giving me the thought that she knew something. But she just kept typing away on her computer, ignoring my glare.

            “Amanda?” I turned and saw Jason in his suit, other lawyers walking out of the room behind him. “What are you doing here?”

            “I’m finally getting over the past Jason and I need your help.” I said grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the elevator. “I got a job at a restaurant as a cook and a singer on Fridays so I no longer need to borrow money from you.” I pushed the lobby button and continued. “And we are going to take dance lessons together.”

            “I’m really glad to have to old you back but dance lessons?” He asked. “Why dance lessons you hate to dance.”

            “Which will help me focus on something new,” I said. “The more I loathe it the more I want to accomplish at least one dance. Like a waltz or a tango.”

            “And you want me to be your dance partner?” He laughed. “The guy with two left feet and a very uncomfortable suit?”

            “Please?” I begged him and we got off the elevator. He pulled me into a hug and said “Of course.”

            “Thank you.” I whispered tears forming again but he wiped them away with his thumb.

            We got a taxi and drove to ‘Mrs. Mary’s Dance Studio’. We got out of the taxi, Jason paying him, and went into the little shack house that had pink doors. Inside was a little pink desk with a very preppy looking clerk that looked at us with desperation.

            “Hello may I help you?” She asked shacking like a chiwawa.

            “Um yes me and my friend would like to sign up for dance lessons.” Jason said putting and arm around me.

            “What kind of dance would you like to learn?” she asked and I mouthed the words ‘Waltz’ and he nodded and told the preppy clerk. She happily typed our names into her computer and showed us the way to a room that contained Mrs. Mary herself.

            “So you want to learn the Waltz I see.” Mrs. Mary confirmed as the clerk handed her a piece of paper. “Miss. Amanda Shuman and Mr. Jason Tyler am I right? You boyfriend and girlfriend?”

            “No, no just friends.” I corrected her a little too quickly.

            “Anywho just like all my students I will put on a random song and I want you to dance to it.” She said. “It can be any form, Hip-Hop, Ballet, Waltz, Etc. Just so I know what I need to work on. What weakness you have. What strengths you have.”

            She grabbed her remote and “Wasted” by Carrie Underwood came on. I smiled at Jason who took my hand and pulled me closer to him. We just swayed back and forth. We must have looked so boring to Mrs. Mary but it was fun and relaxing to me. I leaned my head on his chest and could hear his heart beating and hundred beats per second. I smiled.

            As the song ended we pulled apart my face all red. But Jason pulled my arm and did the unthinkable. He kissed me, as hard as he could. I didn’t know what to do. So I just kissed him back feeling so surprised and happy.

            “Friends my butt,” I heard Mrs. Mary laugh and I couldn’t help but smile as I kissed Jason.

            I was no longer wasting my life no more.

A/N~ I hope you like it :D Remember if you have any song suggestions in a boy's or girl's POV please tell me and I'll be glad to do it. This is not my best but I had fun writing it! Please comment and vote and I'll love you forever :D