Waking up the next morning was a breeze, since I was already awake. That's right, I was awake all night long. Dusk to dawn. All I could think about was the kiss. I didn't want to yell at him because of how much I had last night, but I didn't want him to know that he kissed me if he didn't remember. Maybe I could just get over all of this. No. I would get over all of this. A drunken kiss that happened by accident. It meant nothing to me, and it meant nothing to him. Forget about it.
Easy.
Nobody, not even Cassidy would have to know about it.. She'd be furious..
"What happened last night?.." A groggy voice slurred through my thoughts.
My heart just about imploded as my eyes widened. I cleared my throat and sat up, acting as if I had just woken up as I gave off a fake yawn.
"How should I know? You got drunk and passed out, what else is new?" I glared at him, then rose to turn to my dresser, taking a shaky breath.
"God.. My head.." He laid back against the pillows, supporting his temples with his palms.
"Well, that's a consequence for drinking yourself to near death." I huffed, quickly gathering my clothing up and headed for the bathroom.
"Wait-" He interrupted.
I froze, feeling the beating of my heart start to pick up nervously. I remained in place.
"Make me breakfast."
I let out a long breath of relief, before realizing what he just asked.
"Excuse me?" He turned to him.
"You heard me, make me breakfast. I'm sick, you're the closest person to me." He huffed.
I shook with frustration as I slapped by clothes down on the bathroom sink counter, then grabbed the door.
"Make it yourself you lazy drunkard, I'm not your maid." I growled, venom dripping from my tongue as I slammed the door closed.
Lance smirked.
I fumed inside the bathroom, watching the steam pour from my ears like a cartoon character as I huffed and puffed to myself in the mirror like an angry caribou. I took a slow breath, calming my mind. I definitely have a temper when the time is right. Not to worry, I won't let Lance get me down today.
I changed with vigilance, then left the bathroom to prepare my own breakfast, feasting gratefully within earshot of Lance and his groaning. It was an annoying display to be eating to, but I didn't have a speaker to play music or anything. Just to drown him out, I chewed loudly.
After finishing up, I grabbed my bag and sling it over my shoulder, heading for the door.
"Hold it-" Lance called.
I huffed, looking back at him.
"What? You need me to wipe your butt too?"
"That would be nice," He smirked. "Good idea."
The veins running through the tips of my ears pumped blood to the surface at the words, before I groaned.
"Why are you so difficult to talk to?" I shook my head.
"Maybe you're just a control freak." He sat up slowly with a small wince.
YOU ARE READING
Once Upon A Friday Night
RomanceCalvin Malone is your average 19 year old boy; smart, sharp, mildly outgoing, and healthy. His entire life is planned out, no extra writing between the lines, he knows exactly what he wants to do and nothing is holding him back. Not a single thing f...
