She's the Shortest Girl at the Party, and She's Standing Alone

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I woke up to a beeping going on somewhere and with a pounding headache.

I slowly sat up from a bed, a bed that wasn't mine and looked around me trying to process where I was and what had happened the night before.

"Look alive Sunshine!!!" I heard someone yell and suddenly the door swung open with Scarlett on the other end of it.

My head pounded at the yelling and the sudden source of light hitting my eyes. "Oh please stop, please" I put my head in my hands and laid back down.

Scarlett giggled, pleased with herself probably and sat down next to me.

"How ya feeling??" She laughed and nudged me, making me groan in pain.

"I can feel my brain trying to come out of my head" I groaned and buried my face into the pillow under me.

I always regret drinking, even though this was my plan all along, I forgot most of the things that happened last night and all my worries were gone. But now my brain is going to break my skull from this pounding.

"Do you remember anything?" Scarlett asked, handing me a glass of water and some Advil... Bless her heart.

I sat up and took the pills, and drinking the whole glass of water. I wiped my mouth and replied, "the last thing I remember is getting drinks with the singer of the band that played... and a lot of laughing... I think I laughed a lot... "

Scarlett giggled to herself, "yeah, there was a lot of laughing... I think you had a good time, even if you don't remember it."

I smiled, at least I had a good time. I grabbed my phone from the table next to me, wincing when it turned on and displayed a bright screen. I turned it down and looked at my photos.

"I think I took like 100 photos last night," I said, scanning all of them quickly. Most of them were me and the singer from the band... I think. And a couple of me and Scarlett.

I clicked on one picture that caught my attention.

It was me and who I'm assuming was the singer of the band, which for some reason I can't remember his name, I was standing on a chair and I had my arm resting on his head and my drink in the other hand up in the air. He was below me pouting, mad that I was taller than him, I'm guessing.

I smiled to myself and favorited the picture, even though I don't really remember him, I still thought he was pretty cute.

"You and he talked a lot that night. Seemed like you guys really liked hanging out together" Scarlett said, grabbing my phone and clicking on another picture.

This one was also me and him, just standing normally next to each other smiling.

He had his arm resting on my head this time, proud at the fact that he was taller than me. I was still smiling proudly though. I chuckled a little and favorited that one too.

"Okay, well, you can stay here if you want, but I gotta get to work, I'll talk to you later, Jamie," Scarlett said, getting up from the bed and walking out the door.

"Have fun!" I waved her away and decided it was time to get up.

I walked out of her bedroom and into the bathroom. Once I got there I looked at myself in the mirror. Yikes.

My hair was basically in zero gravity mode, flying all over the place in all directions. My eyeliner and mascara were smeared and it looks like I got punched in both eyes, and the biggest thing that shocked me was that there, on my lip, was a piercing. I suddenly noticed how much my lip hurt, guessing my headache was hiding that pain.

How did someone convince me to get a piercing?! I've always been terrified of needles and usually me being drunk was no exception.

Suddenly my phone buzzed.

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx: Hey, how are you feeling?

I looked at my phone confused as to who was texting me

Me: Same phone, who dis?

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx: It's Frank.. From the band, from last night. Damn, is my face that forgettable?

I smiled to myself without realizing it, quickly remembering his name, as he just told me.

Me: Oh my God, I'm so sorry. Of course, I remember you. I've got like 100s of photos of you now, lol.

I suddenly regretted that next, now he probably thinks I'm crazy.

Frank: lol, I've got pictures too :)

I smiled happily to myself, blushing a little. I walked out of the bathroom and went into the living room and sat on the couch.

Me: pics or it didn't happen

Suddenly he sent a picture. It was me and him, sitting down on bar stools, he had his arm around me, smiling wildly and I was kissing his cheek.

I felt my face turn a bright red and a huge smile appear.

Frank: that one's my favorite.

I sent him the photo of me on the chair being taller than him.

Me: This one's my favorite ;)

Frank: Wow, gotta draw the short card. Jokes on you though because I'm taller anyway. 5'4 club! How short are you anyway??

Me: ... 4'11...

I suddenly remembered that I wasn't at home and my dog has been alone for a long time.

Me: Sorry to end the conversation but I gotta get home to my dog. It was nice talking to you again, Frank.

I quickly went back to the bedroom to get my shoes, which were full of mud! I hate drinking.

Frank: talk to you soon, hopefully.

Frank: Also, dog? Very interested to hear more :).