A/N: 8 READS! THANKS SO MUCH, HOPING FOR TWENTY, THANKS FOR HELPING ME THE TWO PEOPLE THAT ARE. KEEP READING MY TWO FANS.
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I wake up with the sunlight painfully staring me in the eyes. My alarm clock states it's two in the afternoon, and I'm hung over. To the max.
I turn around and I find Tom on the floor of my bedroom, I think he drove me back, and as he was leaving the exhaustion caught him and he fell and slept on the floor. Nice.
My head hurts and my lips are painfully sore, damn, did we make out that much?
I step over him, and go downstairs to the kitchen where I pour me a glass of milk, and go to the pantry to find 2 minute noodles which I need. I've probably only slept about four hours and I'm complaining.
I flick on the TV, and sit my ass down on the couch, forking my noodles and slurping my milk, which has become a bit sour but I dont care, I feel sour anyways.
I was happier last night but clearly the left side of the bed doesnt like me.
'Boo!' And I throw my edibles and fall. Thanks Tom.
'Thanks Tom, now I have zippo to eat, and I was just about to shove that down my throat.'
'I'll cook you something else, happy?'
'You're cleaning all this shit up too, alright?'
'Fine, Sage.'
He heads off to the kitchen, while I head upstairs for a bath, and to brush my teeth. I might have to do that twice.
I strip down, take a jump-in-jump-out shower and wear shorts and a baggy shirt, and run back downstairs as my hungry belly awaits it meal displaying culinary skills.
Guess what I get?
Eggs, that havent even cook through properly.
Cheers, Tom. It'll be a long day with you.
