I woke up on Saturday morning at 11:00 and I knew what was about to happen. I could feel the pain in my stomach beginning so I rushed to my bathroom. I leaned over the toilette and puked all the alcohol out.
When I was done puking, I walked back into my bedroom and saw Chris still lying there. I went into the closet and pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt. I grabbed a piece of paper and a pen and wrote Chris a note:
'I didn't want you to think that I left after sleeping with you, kidding. I went to take a run. You are welcome to stay for the brunch I will make when I get back. Thanks for keeping me warm last night.'
I laid the paper on my pillow, grabbed my iPod Touch, and walked out the door.
It is always a tradition for me to go for a long run the morning after a big party. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy running practically every day. There is just something about running after a party that makes me feel cleansed. I continued to run for about a half hour. When I got back to the house, the guys were still laying around everywhere. I went up to my room to take a shower. I saw that Chris was still sleeping like the guys downstairs. I grabbed clothes so that I wouldn't have to walk around in just a towel.
After my long shower I got dressed and put mousse in my hair so it wouldn't frizz; then I put make-up on. I walked out of my bathroom and I saw that Chris had finally woken up. He was over at my wall of books and studying them intently.
"Do you like my collection?" I asked him.
"I have never seen so many books in a private house," he said astonished.
"What kind of life have you been living?" I joked.
"Apparently not a very mindful one. Have you read all of these?"
"More than once, actually," I said and watched his eyes pop.
"So, which one is your favorite?"
"How can you have a favorite book? For me, there is no way. Any book that can pull me into the story like I am actually there is my favorite. All of these authors can do that for me. But, if I had to pick a favorite genre, I would say romance or mystery. Or both."
"Wow, I have never seen such passion for books."
"Well, Chris, what is your passion?"
"Ac . . . uh, nothing. I have never really found my passion."
"Come on, there has to be something that you like to do," I said teasingly, but truly curious.
"Nothing, just drop it," he said rather harshly, like he was hiding something.
I was taken aback by his sudden mood swing, "Okay, don't bite my head off. Anyways, I have to go wake the guys and make them lunch. It is sort of a tradition. Would you like to help?"
"Sure, what are we going to make?"
"My specialty, homemade, three-meat pizza."
As we were about to leave the room, Chris's phone went off. "I'll be right down, I have to take this." He sounded a little distressed.
"Okay," I walked out of my room and almost fully closed the door. I am the nosy/curious type of girl, so I walked slowly. I told myself that I only wanted to make sure that everything was okay.
"What is it Joe?" I heard him say aggressively.
"I told you to call me Chris," he spat.
"No. I am taking this year off and you knew that. Why would I want to go ahead with this deal?"
At this point, I was at the stairs and I couldn't kid myself into eavesdropping anymore. I walked down the stairs to make some pizza.
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Secrets, Lies and LoveTeen Fiction
Andria and her twin brother Andrew live in small town Minnesota. They are just starting their senior year of high school when things begin to change. Over the summer, Andria broke up with her first love and now his cousin moves to town. However, the...