Weak Seeks Comfort
My head felt like there was a rock tapped to it. Something heavy twisted in my stomach and my sluggish brain couldn't pinpoint what that was at the the time, even if deep down I knew exactly what happened.
Waking up with a hangover was never a pleasant trip.
The harsh light blinded me for minutes, but eventually I sat up and cleared my vision. I couldn't remember what happened after the conversation I had with Nick, but I knew I had deserved it or else I wouldn't have made such an embarrassment of myself.
Aubrey sat on my bed with a blank expression on her face. I swore I was still dreaming, but then she shook her head and held up a glass of water and pills.
"Take this, at least to stop the headache," she said and I listened.
"What time is it?"
"Just after one."
I panicked. "In the morning?"
"Afternoon! Really Justin, you can't be hangover and stupid."
"You can't blame me," I shrugged and swallowed down the pills, "not after that lamp prank."
"Well, you can thank Nick for taking care of you. You passed out when I opened the door. We moved you to the bed then wrapped the party up pretty quickly. If you find any mess just clean it up, I'm too tired to concentrate right now."
She shrugged and took the glass back from my grip. "I assisted."
I raised a brow. "You helped me?"
A glare took a hold of her.
I cleared my throat, and sunk back in bed. "Thanks. I really appreciate it."
"Nick was the one motivated to help, and Jenny stayed back to make sure you didn't drown our dorm in your vomit. You know you mumble in your sleep?"
I blinked so fast I thought I was having a seizure. "Our dorm?"
"Can you stop it already! I'll throw this glass of water on you."
What was up her pants? "Hang on, I'm really confused right now, you're acting different than normal today."
"There's nothing different. Everything is exactly the same as it was before."
She mumbled something under her breath and left for the bathroom, the door shutting too loud for my liking.
I winced. The side of my head pounded. Afternoon or not, I wanted to go back to sleep.
Except I couldn't. Not really. What did she mean when she said those things?
Aubrey ignored me most of the day and did her assignments most of the time, music playing in the background. I eventually had to get up, but it wasn't until dinner when Jenny came by wanting to knew if I was okay to go dinner with her and Nick.
I reluctantly said yes.
"Great!" she said, and sat down on Aubrey's bed. "Please be nice. And try not to drink tonight."
"Alcohol won't touch an inch of my lips. McGregor honours."
Aubrey snorted to herself, and as much as I wanted to ignore her, the hook dangled too close to my face, and I bit.
"Is there something you wanna say?"
She waved her hand away and continued her work by the desk. Her back faced me when another snort left her mouth. Jenny laughed along with her, but she didn't seem to know why, not with the question lingering on her face.
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