Lets Play The Player Game ... ( Beau Brooks )

Taxi please

Sunday morning.

What am I doing. Laid here with a banging headache.
Everything was black. Partly because I had my eyes closed, partly because it was dark.
I kept my eyes closed and basically dived towards my bedside table to grab my water that I knew my mum wouldn't let me go to bed without.

But there was no water.
In fact, there was no table and I feel straight out the bed.
A massive thump occurred and my eyes spring open to see I am in a random room, for God sake why do I do this ? Why can't I remember ?

I might just go back to bed and wait for someone to awaken me.
Yes I'll do that.
To be fair, it was still pitch black outside so it can't be early, still night time. Bed time.
So I pulled myself back onto the bed and under the 2 blankets that where on top of the bed.
And slept.

BEAUS POV.

Lacey passed out last night as soon as the air hit her outside the club. Luckily for her luke was behind her and seen her falling and saved her life basically.
We all sat and waited for a taxi to take her home and before we knew it we were at her house.
Without a key. Locked out.

Obviously.
' what do we do ? ' I asked luke
' would her mum be mad if we woke her up ? ' I asked him
' knock and if she doesn't answer she can come to ours, I'm sure it's no problem ? ' he said
' yeah good idea ' I replied

So I knocked.
Nothing
Knocked again
Nothing.

' let's get back in the cab ' I heard luke say before I turned around and he was already in the cab.
The journey was a short 3 drunken songs from Lacey, and the taxi man laughing at her trying to rhyme everyone's last names and the confusion when she remembered me and luke where the Same.

5am.

Yup I was awoken at 4am to help Lacey being sick in the toilet, and now I'm just laid here thinking about well. Everything.

The ' 2 week trial ' of ours ended.
Last night.
Midnight.
I'm not sure how I feel about it.
I mean we never really did anything together.
Well we did.
But not as a ' couple '
As I normally would.

Confused.

Does this mean wed be rubbish together. Or does it mean we need to try harder.

Thoughts thoughts and more thoughts until everything blurred out into a black haze of sleep