“Oh god, where am I?” he asked rubbing his eyes.
I threw a pillow at him, almost suffocating his sober face.
“Don’t even try acting like this. You suck at it…” I smirked.
“Wait….what did I do last night?” he asked, his face pale and curious.
“I do have some evidences you know.” I say and take out my phone.
He goes through the gallery and a thousand expressions on his face. He stops at one pic and asks me in terror
“What is Ryan doing to me?”
“How should I know?” I laugh
“Seriously nitwit, tell me what is he doing? why did you leave me alone with him?” he hit me.
“Nah, he was just putting you to bed.”
“Oh…how drunk was I ?”
“Drunk…excuse me, you were high on orange juice and 4 large pizzas..”
“4 ? I remember buying only 3.”
“You stole one from the next table.”
“I am pretty sure the bartender put something in my drink. I never get high on just 4 pizzas”
“Ya right, you are an innocent kid who doesn’t even know how a spiked drink will taste, right ?!”
“Ummm, okay. But I am right. Now, Go get me something to eat” he said covering the blanket all over his head again
“Go get ready first…” I shout at him
“What, its weekend. Let me sleep…” he yawns
“Oh…really…so you don’t remember what day is it today and where we have to go?”
“Nooo…” he dozes
“ha..fine then.” I say and slop on the bed.
5 mins later he nudges “what is it today nitwit?”
“I don’t know” I smile
“It’s not your birthday, it’s not mine…” and he continues a long list. Then he jumps out of the bed “Shit…what date is it ? 25th damn…how did I ? Hey love wake up we have to leave..” he screams
“What is it today? I don’t know..” I say pretending to fall asleep
“Damn, its 1R concert you know how much that means to me. Please wake up…” he begs
“You first go get dressed” I say and pull the blanket
“I get ready soon..you be late always. Pick out a dess..”
“I am coming in track and tee”
“What……!!!!”
“Yes, anyway we’ll be jumping and pushing and sweating. I can’t dress up for that”
“But, please it’s a concert get ready. Please” he literally begs.
After half hour we both walk towards the living room. I dressed up decently, he is shredded tee and jeans.
“Wtf are you wearing and I had to get dressed??” I scold
“Who’s gonna see a guy, girls have to doll up you know” he says and throws his arm around me.
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Somewhere Between Forever and Eternity
ChickLitYou fall in love not with the wrong person, Sometimes with the right Person for all the wrong reasons. This is the Diary of one such girl. Who speaks through words and lives through prose and poetry.
