Are We Normal Yet?

~Chapter 6~

I slowly open my eyes. My head is pounding, which makes me groan.

Grace: You good there?

Me: No. My head feels like it's going to explode.

Grace: Oh dear, that's what happens when you drink too much.

I can hear the smile in her voice.

I try to sit up, but my head starts spinning.

Me: I ain't drinking again.

Grace: They all say that. Here, I've got some water and ibuprofen.

I try sitting up again even though my head starts spinning again.

Me: Mind leaving them on the side? I think I'm gonna throw up.

Grace: Sure.

I stand up and rush to the bathroom.

When I come back into Grace's room, I dive for the ibuprofen and water. I chug it down.

Grace: Woah, easy there!

Me: I'm literally dying.

Grace grins at me.

Grace: You'll live, but maybe you won't drink that much again.

Me: Won't be drinking full stop.

I sit down on the floor next to Grace.

Then it clocks for me.

Me: Wait, how are we here?

Grace: We left the party.

Me: When? I don't remember leaving.

Grace laughs.

Grace: Of course you dont, you were out cold.

Me: Then how the fuck--

Grace: Logan carried you back to mine.

I hold my head.

Me: Logan?

Grace: Yes Logan. Don't you remember he was at the party?

Me: Course I remember that. But what I don't get is, why did he carry me back to yours? What about Noah?

Grace: There was no way he would of carried you home. He was completely wasted. Besides, wasn't he upstairs with Alisha?

Me: I think so? I can't remember.

Grace: Cause that's what you said. But I can get why you don't remember.

Me: Why was he upstairs with Alisha?

Grace: Well, you told me that they were doing 'stuff'.

Me: I did? Oh. Well, maybe they didn't. I do remember leaving the bedroom with Jaeden and they stayed put. Maybe they just passed out too?

Grace: Perhaps. They don't really know each other, but they were drunk. Oh I don't know and who cares?

Me: Yeah, who cares?

We both laugh.

Grace: Do you remember anything at all?

Me: Not really. I might remember once this fucking hangover is gone. Wait, what day is it?

Grace: Sunday. Why?

Me: Just wondering, kinda thought it was Monday.

Grace: Nope. Even if it was, I doubt you'd want to go in this state.