I'm drunk as fuck. I can barely stand by my own. The party was wild, even though I'm still in it. It's really funny how being drunk works. It's almost like just your body is drunk, but not your mind, right?
I lost Jake a lot of time ago and I don't mind. I just need to sleep a little here in the grass and... No Bradley, you can not sleep here. Get up you idiot. I can't. I need to get up.
—Jake! I thought you were inside dancing with some girl inside.
—You said inside twice dude. And no, I've been looking for you for the last hour. Where the hell have you been?
—I've been here for 10 minutes maybe, or 20, or I don't know mate. I just want to sleep
—Can you walk?
—Do I look like I can?
—Definitely no. Come here, we're going home, mate.
—Yay! —I don't know how the hell I got up to be honest, but sure I did.
And that's the last thing I remember until the next day.
It was 11.00 am and I was dressed up without shoes in my bed covered by a blanket. I looked for Jake and he was sleeping in his bed. I noticed that I smell horrible, like if a truck of beer would crash me, so I took a shower. My head is killing me right now, I 'm not used to party like that, I mean I go to a lot of parties, but I never end up like this. Thank God Cristina didn't go with me.
I think I should go back to bed.
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Teen FictionFollowing dreams can make you feel selfsih sometimes, and even more when you have to leave people behind. But everything is easier when you've got the right persons by your side. Cristina knows it. When she left her native country and got into a new...
