The night kind went by in a flash.
The girl and I had fun. We danced and partied our asses off.
I never got a good look at her face.
She is good at dancing! And she knows how to salsa like a fucking champ!
Then I ended up passing out in a laundry room in a basket full of towels.
Urgh!
Wow!
Ow! My fucking head!
I woke up with a deep inhale and the sun just started to peek out. My head said 'eat this motherfucker! ' Dancing around like its life depended on it!
I sat up. Feeling a small crinkle in my coat pocket.
Ow! Sore! Everywhere!
Bruise. Bruise. Rug burn. Bruise. Hickey.
Hickey!? Uh, forget that last one.
I forced my aching hand into my jacket.
When I pulled out this piece of paper, its message made me smile.
' If you ever decide to leave your pack. Maybe your next destination should be Washington, D.C.
Wink!"
She actually wrote wink.
So cute.
I pushed air out my nose in a small snort. Feeling that even my cheeks were sore.
What the hell!?
I put the note back into my pocket and quickly scrambled my way out of the laundry basket.
Ugh! I put my hands on my back and arched my back. I heard a crack and groaned. I believe this type of stretching curves your spine.
But it feels so good!
I walked with my hand on my back like a big ol' pregnant gal.
I found my way to the front door and merrily skipped my way home. Skipped being sarcastic.
Regretting that I never asked for that girl's name or number!
....Oh, good grief! Why did the first person I see when I get home have to be this buttmunch?
" Mallory!"
YES BRANDON IT'S MALLORY! I THINK I'LL SEW A VOLUME BUTTON TO YOUR THROAT FOR CHRISTMAS!
SHUT THE FUCK UP! MY HEAD IS KILLING ME!
" Yup. Goodnight."
Too tired to say my actual thoughts. Bed is my only best friend now and forever.
Brandon was stunned as I just brushed past him and went into the house.
I immediately locked the door and went on my merry way.
He started to bang on the door and call out.
Asking me where I was and how he was so worried.
Blah, blah, don't be cold. Blah, blah, blah.
If only there was a rally of assassins that hate him enough to just smite him off the earth. Or collapse his ribs. Or sew his mouth to his anus.
I'll take either which.
Before I headed upstairs I was stopped by Zoey.
Glaring at me in her usual punk rocker meets lolita goth glory.
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