Jack
I woke up with a pounding headache. And no recollection as to how I had gotten it. I remember arriving at the reunion, and Lisa working me like a slave, but then things got blurry. While lying there trying to recall yesterdays events, I felt something move beside me.
Say what?
And then it all came back to me. Catherine and her stupid red hair and that stupid perfect green dress. I had gotten a strange need to take her to bed when I had seen her.
I also could not forget the frown she got on her face when she first saw me.
"Goodbye..."
I was literally knocked out of my thoughts when a hand collided with my face. I did not even think before kicking my attacker down from the bed.
"Ouch! What you do that for, man?"
"I could ask you the very same thing, Rick" I told my startled mate who was currently rolling around on the floor.
"Last night you said I could crash here!"
"Yeah, I meant on the couch!"
Rick stood up and dusted off his... underwear. And sat down at the foot of the bed.
"Yeah, but I was lonely... and cold."
"Ew, dude, get off!" I said pushing him down once again.
I stood up and made my way out to the bathroom, with my dear friends laughter as a soundtrack.
Catherine
Being woken up by your best friend jumping on you - while being hung-over, is not the best way to be woken up.
"Fuck you," I mumbled.
"I made pancakes and bacon."
"Love you."
"Haha, I know. Wake up, we have to hit the road soon."
"Urgh, do we have to?" I asked her, rubbing my eyes.
"Yes, we do," she said hitting me with a pillow. "You've got work tomorrow, remember?"
Right, my dad needed me to help him tomorrow at the shop.
"And by the way, you didn't remove your make-up yesterday," I heard Erin snicker on her way out the door.
I sat up and tried to locate my suitcase. The room's floor was crawling with wine bottles and tequila. I grunted and literally crawled out of bed, opened my suitcase and threw on a big grey sweat-shirt I once "loaned" from a friend. But seriously, it was too small for him anyway. On me, it's a dress.
I pulled my shoulder long hair into a ponytail, and ruined the panda look I was currently rocking.
I opened the door, and that's when I heard it.
Sweet lord of all that is holy.
The pancakes was calling my name. Such a sweet sound.
And smell.
I walked into the kitchen, and saw Erin's father sitting at the counter sipping on a cup of coffee while surfing the internet on his laptop.
"Morning, Mr V." I greeted while walking past him to the plate of pancakes that was by now singing my name in full on gospel style.
"Morning Catherine, did you sleep well?"
"Yeah," I answered while dropping a couple of pancakes down on a plate, "but not long enough," I said smiling at him.
He chuckled and took a sip of his coffee before going back to his browsing.
I threw some bacon on top of the pancakes and then poured syrup all over the plate.
Best. Breakfast. Ever.
The only thing missing is-
"One raspberry and banana milkshake for you my dear," I heard Erin say as she places a big glass of yumminess in front of me.
"If you were a man, we'd be banging right now," I said placing the straw to heaven in my mouth.
"If I was a man, would I then still be gay?"
"That's a very good question Erin" I said and stuffed my face with pancakes and milkshake.
Thirty minutes later we were on the road again on our way home.
I was just about to take a sip of my coffee, when Erin turned around in her seat to face me.
"Okay Catherine, spill!" She said with a serious expression on her face.
"Um, I'd rather not. It's very hot."
"What?! I need all the details now," she said looking way too exited over a cup of coffee.
"Come again? You want a taste?"
"Um, yeah!"
I handed her the cup and she gladly took a sip and then looked at me with her big blue doe eyes. We drove for a couple of seconds and she still looked at me like I was Santa.
"Why do you look at me like that?"
"I'm waiting for you to spill!"
"Are you stupid of something, your holding the coffee now," I said chuckling.
She became very silent.
"Cat, I wanted you to spill about Jack," she said in a humorous tone.
"There's nothing to spill, 'cause nothing happened," I said gripping the steering wheel tighter.
"Yes there is, or else you would've told me first thing how big of an idiot he is."
"God, I hate having a friend who knows me so well."
"No you don't."
No, I don't.
Getting kissed by Jack had always been a dream of mine, so when he kissed me I didn't hesitate to kiss him back. I blame my teenage heart.
And the booze.
I really blame the booze.
I had just shut off my brain and decided to enjoy the moment as long as it lasted. And I was losing myself in the kiss - until he decided to use his mouth to something different than kissing.
"Come with me tonight" he said placing his forehead on mine.
"Where?" I asked trying to catch my breath.
He kissed me again.
"Where do you think?" and then I felt his 'little Jack' press into me.
"Really?" I asked him a bit skeptical, moving away a bit.
And then he began to laugh.
I roughly pushed him away and wiped my mouth.
"Go to hell" I said walking away - or more like, stomped away.
"Goodbye..."
Erin was very quiet after I was done telling her about last night.
"Can you pull over by the next grocery store? I've got some thing I have to buy," she said with a straight face.
That was a strange reaction.
"Sure, what do you need?" I asked her, slowing down the car to look for one.
"Eggs and toilet paper," she said while examining her nails.
And then I laughed out loud.
"Do you know where he lives?" She asked me with an evil look on her face.
FYI; eggs and toilet paper is a b*tch to remove from houses and cars.
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Hello my darling, hope you like this new chapter :D
- Alex oxox