Brothers

Honestly let's just pull of a Donna

After a shower I take place on my couch with a large coffee, water and some painkillers to prevent the hangover at two in the morning. I don't know if I felt happy or sad about what happened the last couple of hours. I did hit Oliver good, but what would happen now? It's not like that punch was going to save all my problems.

I feel my body and mind slowly sobering up and now stare out of my window like a dramatic movie scene. Thinking how life goes on by simply looking at all the people that are still out on the streets bla bla bla. We all have been down that road before. You know what I mean. A matching catchy song would be the icing on the cake.

If I could sing I would have done a ballad myself. If I was a musical genius I would have sang it at an absolutely stunning white piano. Something emotional like Adele. You get the point right.

Sadly, my voice sounds like a cat is slowly and painfully dying. So that fantasy wasn't made for me. I grab my phone but see that the battery is dead. Bummer. No games for me.

Thank god I texted Spencer and Nina to tell I am home, otherwise they would call the cops after two hours of silence. My place isn't in the safest neighborhood in London.

I was also planning on googling Tori Verona, since she was 'promoting the club' and all that kind of stuff. I mean, she must have like a thousand followers or something, otherwise why let her do that right. Not really convincing if only 500 people saw it. Not that I have that many friends.

I do have social media, more than one account, but it's locked and maybe contains two or three pictures. I am not even sure if I remember my passwords. I have the same three passwords for different accounts, but sometimes you have to add a number or sign, that's always the tricky part. Did I use my birthday or my lucky number or the birthday of one of my parents, my favorite basketball player or my own jersey. After that it's the question if I had used a special sign and if so, what it was. An _, - or #. The list goes on and on.

Why do I even care. It's not that I like it social media. I don't understand the rush of people documenting every inch of there life, but it's the 21 century, so I guess it's all normal now.

Wise words of granny Lo. I do sound like a old lady, don't I? I dislike everything about social media and a lot of my age are so obsessed with it, they were able to turn it into a job. A well paying job. I would have solved a few of my problems for sure. I guess I should have considered it.

No, you know what? Hand me the old cellphones. The one you had to call your friends for a good conversation. The one with the curly line, making the phone and the thingy -I have no idea what's it called, brain damage due the alcohol- attached to each other.

Or the flip phone. So that you could even dramatically open the phone. It fits my character, that's all.

Okay positive words now. The thing I do like about social media is that you are able to be close to a person just by showing interest on his wall or timeline. You are able to maintain more and better friendships. Like Tori for example.

It's a shame I haven't got the chance to thank her for tonight. She and her friends were so nice to me and even protected me when even my friends didn't. I mean I grew up with Tyler and he did nothing to stop Oliver from going all psycho killer.

That's when I hear a knock on my door. I look at my clock. Half pas two. Who would be banging on my door that late? First I ignore it, I could easily be asleep right now.

What if it's a killer or rapist or terrorist? They wouldn't knock Lo, relax. Nevertheless am I tiptoeing to my kitchen to grab a pan. You never know right. At least I could knock him out.