Meteora - Remastered

4.

Life sucks an' then ye die
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A sweet pancake and bacon smell woke me up from my not-so-comfortable sleep. I didn't want to wake up for 10 mins. Because I thought I was on my own bed.

Remembering that I was on a stranger's couch made my eyes open immediately.

If I was back home, I'd wait for my mom to come to my room to wake me up, just like when I was a little kid. Just a habit we can not break.

I listened what was going on before I really wake up, somethings sizzling, probably eggs and bacon, and the unmistakable sweet pancake smell. I couldn't help but wonder if they put chocolate chips in it.

Memories from last night was coming back to me slowly. But that didn't mean I forgot whose home I was in.

The girl from last night, a warm mix of long chestnut and ginger hair, sad-cold blue eyes could melt your heart. She was the second most beautiful person I've ever seen in my fucking life. And she was probably preparing us breakfast. Speaking of breakfast, I wondered what time it was. And my mom??

I slowly sat on the couch and pat my pockets till i find my phone. It was far from morning, already PM. When I unlocked it, there were no surprise;  5 calls and 7 texts from Mom. Last thing she wrote was "I hope ur safe baby, good night."

I kinda felt bad for her. Having noone but your junkie son was pretty bad. And if he doesn't even bother to tell you what the fuck you're doing all night long? Worse. I'm a bad son.

I yawned before I called her.

"Hey ma." I started. She wasn't the kind that go crazy when I dont tell her where I am, because, y'know I'm 19.

"Good morning baby," Her voice was calm, sleepy. "I thought we had agreed to tell each other where we are." She sounded disappointed now.

"I'm sorry mom. It was kinda crazy. Tell ya when I'm back home?"

"Yeah... alright," she stopped for a moment. "How was your night?"

"It was going good actually. Then everything went spontaneous. I'll tell you everything, okay?"

"Okay baby. See you soon, love ya."

"Love ya too, ma." She hung up. 

I wanted to go back to sleep so bad, but I actually had a weird headache that reaches my right eye, like something was eating my eye from inside.

Bitter sweet migraine in my head.

Oh also, it was already 2 PM.

I lay back down, listened the sounds from the kitchen, was she humming Green Day?

Now, I know I had to get up.

I silently went to the bathroom to wash my face, and maybe put some toothpaste in my mouth to get rid of my morning breath.

There was a big mirror, but it was covered with a big piece of cloth, who knows, maybe she watched a bit too much Supernatural. Maybe she just couldn't face herself every morning. Like someone I know.

My eyes were bloodshot, and holy shit, what the fuck was wrong with my right eye? Why was it hurting so much?

I made my way to the kitchen, silently, and sat down.

I just hoped she'd give me some food, if not, I wouldn't be disappointed. I'm just a guy crushed on her couch for one night.

She was still unaware of my presence, humming Give Me Novacaine, slightly moving in front of the stove.