The next morning, well I guess afternoon, I woke up with a splitting headache. I tried to get up, but it hurt so much I decided to lay back down for a little while longer.
I laid there for a good 10 minutes before I forced myself up. I walked downstairs, holding my head and trying not to fall down. When I reached the kitchen both my parents were sitting there. Shit.
" Good morning sunshine." My dad said cheerily
" Oh, morning." I said with a fake smile
I grabbed a cup and a tea bag. I put water in my cup and set it in the microwave. I pressed start after setting it to 5 minutes.
While it was warming up, I walked to the bathroom and made my way towards the medicine cabinet. I searched through it, desperately hoping for some Advil. I pulled out all of the medicine and thankfully found some Tylenol . It's not as good as Advil, but it will do. I grabbed two pills and walked back into the now empty kitchen. I grabbed a glass of cold water, since I was waiting for my tea. I popped the pills in my mouth, took a swig of water and swallowed.
I jumped as the microwave beeped loudly. I walked over and grabbed my cup and set my tea bag in. I went to grab my phone from where it usually was sitting, only to realize my parents took it. I mentally screamed and made my way towards the living room. I wondered where everyone was, just as I thought that my dad came running out of his room cussing up a storm.
" Shit. Fuck. Damn it where are my keys!? Great im going to be late again!"
When that was said and done he ran passed me kissing me on the head hardly, I let out a groan and grabbed my head. My mom followed behind him. I can never rest in this house. I heard the car start and take off, that's when I knew I could finally sit back and relax.
I turned on the T.V. and when it flicked on The Notebook was on. I really wasn't a romantic movie type person, but I decided to watch it anyways. Just when they were kissing on T.V. that's when the memory hit me. OH MY GOD I KISSED MATT LAST NIGHT, I DIDN'T EXPECT TO REMEMBER THIS. I sat there in shock. Did he remember? Oh no, what if he doesn't? Do I tell him? I sat there drowning in my thoughts when the doorbell rang.
