A/N: Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic I've ever written, so please tell me If I've made any mistakes. I'm going to go ahead and apologize for my attempt at new york accents. Please review!
Warning: Minor cursing and mentions of drinking.
The moment I woke up, I knew something wasn't right. My head felt like it was going to split open and I couldn't remember for the life of me what my middle name was. Then, like I'd been slapped in the face, I remembered the night before. 'What a wonderful way to start the day', I thought bitterly. When I finally managed to open my eyes, all the boys were already out of bed and getting ready for the day. Sitting up, I put my feet on the floor and stood up, a little too quickly. My vision went spotty and I was almost certain I was gonna throw up.
"You good racer?" said a voice from behind me. I knew that voice all to well. No way was I gonna get pasted Jack without him seeing I was hung-over.
Before I could answer though, Specs jumped in from the bathroom and said "He's fine Jack, probably just drank too much last night." Shit. I reminded myself to kill him later.
Jack slowly looked from Specs and back to me and said, "That better not be true racer."
I weighed my options and decided I'd be better off telling the truth. Looking down at my feet, I said, "I might've had a drink or two." Jack's face turned bright red and I knew I was in for it then.
"What the hell racer?! You's promised you's was quit 'in" Jack yelled, and in the process, drawing the attention of everyone in the room.
"Jack, now when did I even say that?" I said hoarsely, like I didn't know what he was talking about. And just my luck, it didn't work.
"Don't play stupid, you know what I'm talking about." Jacked said, somewhat calmer than before.
"Look, I had a tough day yesterday, give a guy a break." I said smoothly, brushing past him, trying to get to the bathroom.
"I a'int through talking yet" Jack said grabbing my shoulder and turning me around.
"You's said you was gonna quit."
I was really getting feed up at this point. I knew he was trying to help, but I really wanted to punch him in the mouth.
"And I have, starting right now.", I said, pushing his arm off my shoulder.
"Race, you's was doing so good. You hadn't drank in a week. Why mess it up now?", he said looking at me with that stupid look he got one of the boys got hurt.
"I ain't talk'in about this no more. Just. Drop. It", I grounded out, finally losing my patience.
"Jack, just drop it", said a voice from behind us. Crutchie, ever the peacemaker.
Glancing to crutchie and back to me, Jack sighed and said," We's talk'in bout this later." Like hell we were.
"It's a date sweetheart", I said trying ease the tension I started.
Jack gave me that stupid look again, but I'll give him credit, he turned around, dropping it, and started helping the little ones get ready.
I looked back at Crutchie and mouthed 'Thanks', before turning around and slapping Specs upside the head. As I got ready for the day, I thought once again, 'what a wonderful way to start the day'.