I pulled the blanket over my nose sniffling and suppressing a cough. Being sick can be a bitch. A James Bond movie was playing on my TV and the light from the screen echoed off the almost blank walls. I mastered the art of procrastination and my laptop in compliance with my half-finished anatomy paper was just out of reach. I decided that I wanted to spend tonight cuddled up on my couch and tomorrow spend an extra few hours at the library so as not to get distracted while finishing up my research. But how I could recover from how I was feeling now was beyond me. With a mediocre fever and an ear splitting cough the chamomile tea wasn't doing much. I remembered earlier that day when my mom called to check up on me, and gotten worried sick as soon as she heard me fail suppressing a cough. She over exaggerates when it comes to being sick. She got that from my grandmother I think, I remember when grandma would try all these ancient remedies on us when we were younger. She can't do that anymore, six months ago she passed away from a heart attack. The funeral was a week later, and it was really hard for my family. It was hard on me too, and I spent a week with my family in Savannah, just for some extra moral support. Then I had to fly back to Boston because apparently the whole world doesn't stop during a personal family crisis, and I had college grades to keep up.
Tonight I was all alone, but once again, it was pretty much my everyday routine because Zoe (My roommate, or so it says on the apartment lease) never really gave a shit or two about how I was feeling. Tonight was not about to become an exception. She would throw all these parties because she was from New York and apparently thats how people from there are raised, partying flows through their veins. She had the extra bedroom, as well as her room to her disposal. I made sure to lock my door so as to avoid unpleasant surprises. She would have parties on Fridays and sometimes Wednesdays, but usually not without a warning. As my room echoed a dull knock that evening, it could have been one of two things 1. A murderer making sure I was in the room before he violently took my life 2. One of Zoe's warnings. Lucky for my life it was the latter.
"Ally! I'm gonna invite a few of my friends over!" She yelled through the door. That, of course was code for a loud and obnoxious party. I decided to not waste my time and energy to answer her because 1.I'm sick 2. She wouldn't care for my answer anyways. Just because we were roommates doesn't mean were close and tell each other our deepest darkest secrets, so instead I took a long sip of my tea.
Over the fake gunshots coming from my TV screen, my stomach growled meaning only one thing. So what does a sick vegan eat when the fridge is full of beer at the moment. The only logical answer was Chinese takeout. I grunted as I reached for my phone with my left foot. The closest Chinese place was only like 25 minutes away so beating the party crowd should be no problem. After placing my order I tossed my phone and turned my attention back to the screen.
My stomach began growling violently and I looked at the time to see its been forty minutes at the least, since I ordered my food. I could already hear people gathering outside and the music blasting through the speakers and making its way to my room. I wanted to call hack and ask what was taking them so long. I gave them the right address and it shouldn't be taking this long at all. Ten minutes later the party was in full swing but my food wasn't anywhere in sight. I kinda felt bad cause maybe the delivery guy got lost amidst all the dancing and drinking going on in the living room. Surely somebody would have the nerve to direct them to my room.
Finally my door swung open and the light and music increased in power tremendously, I could only shield my eyes and squirm under my blankets. "Did anyone order Chinese food?!" A deep voice managed to ring over the music and talking. I pulled the blanket down. "That's mine" I managed a raspy whisper. The boy walked towards me, but to my surprise he smelled of cheap beer and wasn't wearing the restaurant's uniform. I thought you weren't supposed to be drinking and driving. I shrugged, what do I know, I've never had a sip in my life. "How much would that be sir?" I asked trying to mentally remember where I put my wallet. "I got it taken care of." He stated as he neared my couch. Making me lose focus of my wallet and look up at him. " what do you mean? I haven't payed yet." I sound incredibly out of it. "Um well the delivery guy gave it to me to give to a Sam Trent. And I'm guessing that's you since there's no one out there by that name." He explained now completely towering over me and blocking my view of the TV."I still have to pay though, is he still here?" I ask trying to look behind him as if though I could magically find the delivery guy. The guy laughed as if I'd told him a funny joke. " Well I mean he might still be here, I saw a couple of chicks eyeing him, but if he wants to keep his job he is long gone. And as I told you earlier, I took care of it. Even gave him a hefty tip. " he seemed amused by what he finished saying. " well you shouldn't have, he was really late and my stomach is basically eating itself now. He didn't deserve any tips. " I mumbled.
