Billy --11:39AM
I woke up the next morning with Alistra still sleeping beside me. I smile, looking down at her sleeping body with a smile. "Morning." Stu said from across the room. I sighed. "Good morning." I gently shake Alistra, waking her up quickly. She grabbed my wrist and sat up. "... She's still here?" He asked. "Of course, I don't want her to be alone. Freddy lives here, too, you know." I reply. "She has Norman. And Brahms." He said, picking up his phone. Afew minutes later, someone knocked on our door before opening it. Norman stood in the doorway, glaring at me. He grabbed Alistra and pulled her out of my bed. "Hey-" Alistra protested at being pulled out of the warmth of the blankets. "C'mon.. Let's go." He said, pulling her out of the room. I wait a minute before asking; "What's up with him...?" "He thinks they're supposed to be a couple." Stu's reply came from across the room. I sighed and got up out of bed. "I assume breakfast's over." I say, checking the time on my phone. "Yeah, breakfast finished like, hours ago." Stu said, getting up and walking out. I follow behind him to find everyone flopped on the couch (Norman and Brahms), or a chair (Thomas, Michael, Jason), and even the floor (Freddy, Tex, and now Stu.). "It's too fuckin' hot here..." Freddy said. Everyone made a noise of agreement. "It's Texas, what'd you expect...?" Thomas said, sounding slightly irritated. Alistra's sitting over by Norman and Stu on the floor, and she looks pretty tired. Which is kind of weird because Norman said that she's usually up before anyone else.. But considering what we did last night.. Of course she's a little tired. I tilt my head slightly and smile a bit at her tired face. I sat down on the floor, close to her, but was forced to move away from her because Norman gave me a glare. "Ugh. We have to leave, head home... We have air conditioning there." Stu said. "We could go to my place? It's much bigger." Brahms suggested. The majority of the group nodded. "Fine, we'll go there, then." I said.
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Alistra-- 12:00PM
I sighed, putting my head between my knees. I have a terrible headache... I know what's coming, and I have to get home soon.. I felt a hand on my shoulder. "Something wrong..?" I look up at Brahms. "Yeah.. I'm fine.." I told him. A lie. I managed a slight smile before I return my face to my knees. It feels like I'm being beaten to death with a brick, a slow and painful death. I sighed again, wishing it would stop, wishing I had Aspirin, or ibuprofen, anything that might help. The heat here's making it worse. "... I think we need to leave.." Someone said. It sounds like Norman. I nod and start getting up, walking away to get my stuff. I might have pain pills or something in my bag...? I felt my phone buzz against my leg. I put it out from my pocket. Billy texted me.
Billy: where are you going
Me: To get my stuff. Norman said we were leaving?
Billy: oh
Billy: right
Billy: sorry
I put my phone down on the dresser and start packing up Norman, Brahms, and my stuff. I let out a little sigh of relief at the sight of my ibuprofen bottle, taking two. It feels a little better now, but still pounding in my brain... I collapse on the floor. Brahms walked in on me curled up on the floor, nearly crying from the pain I'm in, and put me on the bed. "Don't worry, I'll get our things together, okay?" He said. I let out a little whine, and passed out.
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