When I woke up my head felt like it was being cracked open. I didn't want to open my eyes because the pain was so bad. I laid there for a minute until I got the sneaking suspicion I was being watched so I opened my eyes and instantly regretted it. Light was pouring through Noah's window and it hurt my eyes. I shielded my face and sank back into the mattress.
"Carter?" Noah started.
I lifted my head off the pillow and turned toward him. Why was he speaking so loud? Noah looked miserable. He had gotten dressed for the day but his hair was still messy and he had giant bags under his eyes. He looked like I felt. Of course, I hadn't seen what I looked like yet so I guess I need to do that before I judge.
"Not so loud bud," I responded.
It was a weird feeling, my head felt like it was underwater because everything was blurry but my hearing wasn't adjusted very well.
"Do you remember anything from last night?" He asked.
Noah was perched on the edge of his bed with his eyebrows creased in worry. He looked concerned. I must really have looked awful.
"I need food and water before I even begin to think of last night." I gingerly laid my head back down on the pillow.
"Then get up, my mom made some food and you need to eat something."
I didn't listen to him and closed my eyes. I needed to sleep for another few minutes.
"Get up! You've been sleeping for 8 hours." Noah yells.
My eyes shot open in surprise and I sat up so fast I was afraid I was getting whiplash. I winced but allowed Noah to pull me to my feet. I needed a minute when we had gotten up, it felt like I was going to fall over again. Noah began tugging my arm out of the room when I smelled food and started walking to the kitchen by myself.
"I haven't been this hungry in forever," I shuffled into the kitchen and laid my head down on the table.
Noah's mom came around the table and set food out for the two of us.
"Thanks Maeve," I responded but I didn't lift my head from the table.
When Noah was well into his breakfast, Maeve sat down at the table and looked at the two of us. Noah was eating his food like his life depended on it and while I said I was hungry before all I felt was queasy now. I was pushing around my food with a fork and was almost entirely sure that I was turning a shade of green.
"Alright, what happened to the two of you last night. You said you had dates and Noah got home at 2am and I don't even want to know when Carter got home. Also Noah is eating me out of house and home and Carter looks like he is about to throw up if he even thinks of food. Explanations, now," Maeve put her fist down on the table and I winced.
"Um," Noah ran his fingers through his hair.
"Carter, do you have any input on this?" Maeve turned to me.
I just dropped my head on the table and felt the pain flare up again.
"Right, so looks like Carter is too out of it, Noah, input now." Maeve demanded.
"We, um, we went out," Noah didn't look at his mom.
"And did what?"
"Partied."
"And what in the hell got Carter so blackout drunk that he can't even lift his head at the breakfast table, which is more like lunch really because it's 2pm."
"I honestly have no idea. He didn't even drink that much, I think one of his drinks got spiked because he was acting weird, like really weird for Carter."
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The Grace in the Fall
Romance"Shiloh." I held her chin in my hand so she would have to look at me. Shiloh flinched and it reminded me of the first time I had talked to her. Slowly rain began to fall but I could hardly feel their cold bites. She was looking up at me and I was f...
