This is going to be a cliche typical story but I felt like writing one so deal with it. Also, it's going to be a short description. This is going to be a weird story don't judge me.
"Hello?"
"Are you that hot girl I met at that party yesterday nigh...
Matthew is bold. Chloe is the normal font. Melissa and Emma are italics.
I wake up with a huge headache and the feeling of nausea. And my mouth feels dry as hell. I look around and I see Emma passed out beside me. She is still in her dress and I noticed I'm still in my dress. Our shoes are nowhere to be seen.
God, I'm feeling sick. I think I may have had too many drinks at the party. As soon as I close my eyes my door opens and I hear Melissa shout something. Beside me, Emma moves and then groans. "Wake up sleepy birds."
"Oh my god, Melissa quit shouting. Headache over here."
"Same. Just tone it down a little."
"Yeah, my bad. I forgot you guys had more drinks than I did. I'm pretty sure Chloe had so much to drink she started throwing up." I groan. My god how embarrassing.
"Is that why my throat feels dryer than a desert?" Melissa laughs.
"It sure is." Emma sits up and I stretch.
"What is that?"
"What is what?" She points to my arm.
"Look at your forearm." I look at my forearm. The realization hits me. It's a fucking tattoo.
"Oh my god. It's a tattoo." I shriek. "Did I get this last night I don't remember?" Melissa laughs.
"You don't remember?" I shake my head
"Well, it's a story. But I'll tell you guys later." I groan.
"I am never drinking again." Melissa snorts.
"You said that the last time and look at you now." I roll my eyes. That's because I needed it this time. Emma yawns.
"Melissa, can you take me back to the hotel? I'm feeling tired and I need to change and stuff." She nods. Emma grabs her phone which is right beside her and turns her phone on."Holy shit. I have a lot of text messages and missed calls from Matthew. I better get home." Emma stands up and gathers her stuff. "I'll bring you this dress when I come back later." I nod."See ya later."
"Bye Emma." She waves at me and they walk out of my room. Ugh, I need Advil but I'm too tired and lazy. I'll just get it later. Right now I can suffer. I look at my forearm. I didn't get a good look at it. It's a sheep I think that has a beret on and it's holding a paintbrush. Behind it is an easel with some kind of animal on it like the animal drew that. It's funny and cute.
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I groan. God, I'm so never drinking again. How much did I even drink? I reach over for my phone and I check the time. It's like 8:30. I also noticed that I have a lot of text messages and missed calls from Matthew. Eh. Oh well. I'm going back to sleep I'm so tired. I close my eyes and let my sleepiness take over.
