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i wake up in the morning only to find 7 missed calls from alexa. shit. i quickly scrambled up from my bed and phoned her back.
"heyyyy bestieeeeeee. what's going on?" she said, slurring her words.
"alexa you scared the hell out of me! what's going on?" i asked.
"oh, yes i need you to pick me up from the noble." the noble was a bar that only misfits went to, and considering the fact alexa used to struggle with anorexia, i'm not suprised she was there. i thought maybe rehab had helped her, but lately shes been slipping.
"okay, okay. i'm on my way. what were you doing there anyway?" i asked grabbing my keys and slipping on keds.
"i just wanted to have some fun, but now i've got a horrible hangover." alexa groaned.
"you know, that's where the broken people go. have you been okay lex?" i questioned taking my medication and walking out the door.
"i'm fine, okay?" i heard before hanging up the phone.
*****
i walked up to the front doors of the noble, and saw alexa in a tight black dress and screwed up hair.
"alexa, what happend to you?" i asked hugging her.
"like i said, loon, i'm okay." she reassured me.
"whatever you say, come on. let's go." i opened the passenger seat for her and sled into the drivers.
"you're a mess, lex." i complained.
"well, i'm sorry but it's not my fault that-" all of the sudden, she puked right into the floorboard.
"alexa, good god!" i yelled and grabbed a plastic bag and handed it to her. i pulled over next to a gas and held her hair back, the puke kept coming. it smelled of bourbon. once she was finished, we spoke again.
"i need to go home." alexa coughed.
"i'm taking you home, alright?"
about 15 minutes later we arrived at her condo. it was small, but it worked. i parked in a space next to an SUV.
"bye poopie, feel better." i said to her as she smiled and blew me a kiss. i got back into my car and turned on the stereo, playing my les miserables CD. i set the car in reverse, and headed home.

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kind of a filler to let you know alexa's personality and shit.

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