~*~* A/N: As promised, here's the sequel! :-) By the way, this one is rated R, because of language and some of the - behaviours that Kristin picks up. You'll understand. *~*~
Kristin sat up suddenly, looking around. She recalled with a groan the night before, and now she lay in a stranger's bed. Well, not really a stranger. She was fairly certain his name was Jack, or was it John? Possibly Jeff. Either way, it didn't matter. As soon as she found her pants, she would be out of there, back to the sweet darkness of her room.
She located these missing pants, hung over a chair. Slipping into them, she stalked out of the room, and out of the house. She slid behind the wheel of her car, and backed it out of there, driving ten miles above the speed limit all the way home.
She got out of her car, and stumbled up the stairs, her intense headache from the hangover finally getting to her. Groaning, she opened the door, and found her way inside. She could hear Tim in the shower. She reached for the refridgerator, pulling out a familiar bottle of vodka. She took a swig, and replaced the bottle. She stumbled to the couch, falling a few times, and lay down.
"Kris, is that you?" Tim called, and she managed only a weak groan. "Not again," he continued, as he stepped out, a towel around his head, seeing his roommate on the couch. "Kris, I thought we discussed this. When you drink, you only get even worse migraines than before. Couple that with promiscuous sex, and.."
"Oh, bite me Tim," she grumbled, holding her head. He smiled, and shook his.
"Why do I put up with you?" he mused, and covered her up with a blanket. "Get some sleep. I'll make you some coffee later. You'll need it."
Kristin opened her eyes, the light blinding her. With a grumble, she flung a pillow at the window. Unfortunately, instead of miraculously closing the blinds, it merely bounced off the wall. Tim peeked his head in from the kitchen.
"Oh, you're up. Here, take some coffee," he said, bringing her a mug.
"Okay," she murmured, and took the mug. Drinking it, she nearly spit it out. "God, it's called sugar, Tim."
"It's called, you don't need any more stimulants in your system. With all the alcohol in there, if you get too much sugar, I fear you may explode."
Kristin laughed sarcastically, taking another drink of the coffee. Tim glanced at her arm, uncovered for a moment, then shook his head.
"Tell me you haven't started again, Kris. I thought we discussed this." He looked at her with concern. Quickly, she pulled down her sleeve.
"Oh, stay out of my business, you gigantic poopy-head," she said with a grumble.
"Ah, so mature."
"Bite me."
"Really, Kris. I thought you'd stopped the cutting."
"I did.. And then I started again. What do you care, anyway?"
"I care because I don't want my roommate to slip and accidentally hit a vein."
"Why?"
"Because I can't afford the rent all on my own," Tim joked.
"I am.. So loved."
Tim hugged her gently, and left her alone on the couch. Grumbling, Kristin drank some more coffee. Tim turned on the radio to one of those sappy love song stations. Resisting the urge to throw the radio out the window, Kristin lay back down.
You didn't come this far,
For you to make this hard for me.
And now you want to ask me how.
It's like how does your heart beat?
And why do you breathe?
How does your beat?
Why do you breathe?
Why did you come here?
You were uninvited.
You were on the outside.
Stay on the outside.
And now you want to ask me why.
It's like how does your heart beat?
And how do you cry?
How does your heart beat?
And there are some things that I'd like to figure out
There are some things that I could do without
Like you and your letters that go on forever,
You and the people that were never friends.
Never friends.
Never friends.
With all the things that you could be,
You never could learn
How to be me.
And now you want to ask me how.
It's like how does your heart beat?
And why do you breathe?
How does your heart beat?
And why do you breathe?
How do you breathe?
She looked at the ceiling, contemplating these words. "Why did you come here? You weren't invited." stood out in her mind. With a soft whimper, she allowed tears to fall from her cheeks.
~*~* A/N: All right, there's chapter one of the sequel. Please reveiw!*~*~
Kristin sat up suddenly, looking around. She recalled with a groan the night before, and now she lay in a stranger's bed. Well, not really a stranger. She was fairly certain his name was Jack, or was it John? Possibly Jeff. Either way, it didn't matter. As soon as she found her pants, she would be out of there, back to the sweet darkness of her room.
She located these missing pants, hung over a chair. Slipping into them, she stalked out of the room, and out of the house. She slid behind the wheel of her car, and backed it out of there, driving ten miles above the speed limit all the way home.
She got out of her car, and stumbled up the stairs, her intense headache from the hangover finally getting to her. Groaning, she opened the door, and found her way inside. She could hear Tim in the shower. She reached for the refridgerator, pulling out a familiar bottle of vodka. She took a swig, and replaced the bottle. She stumbled to the couch, falling a few times, and lay down.
"Kris, is that you?" Tim called, and she managed only a weak groan. "Not again," he continued, as he stepped out, a towel around his head, seeing his roommate on the couch. "Kris, I thought we discussed this. When you drink, you only get even worse migraines than before. Couple that with promiscuous sex, and.."
"Oh, bite me Tim," she grumbled, holding her head. He smiled, and shook his.
"Why do I put up with you?" he mused, and covered her up with a blanket. "Get some sleep. I'll make you some coffee later. You'll need it."
Kristin opened her eyes, the light blinding her. With a grumble, she flung a pillow at the window. Unfortunately, instead of miraculously closing the blinds, it merely bounced off the wall. Tim peeked his head in from the kitchen.
"Oh, you're up. Here, take some coffee," he said, bringing her a mug.
"Okay," she murmured, and took the mug. Drinking it, she nearly spit it out. "God, it's called sugar, Tim."
"It's called, you don't need any more stimulants in your system. With all the alcohol in there, if you get too much sugar, I fear you may explode."
Kristin laughed sarcastically, taking another drink of the coffee. Tim glanced at her arm, uncovered for a moment, then shook his head.
"Tell me you haven't started again, Kris. I thought we discussed this." He looked at her with concern. Quickly, she pulled down her sleeve.
"Oh, stay out of my business, you gigantic poopy-head," she said with a grumble.
"Ah, so mature."
"Bite me."
"Really, Kris. I thought you'd stopped the cutting."
"I did.. And then I started again. What do you care, anyway?"
"I care because I don't want my roommate to slip and accidentally hit a vein."
"Why?"
"Because I can't afford the rent all on my own," Tim joked.
"I am.. So loved."
Tim hugged her gently, and left her alone on the couch. Grumbling, Kristin drank some more coffee. Tim turned on the radio to one of those sappy love song stations. Resisting the urge to throw the radio out the window, Kristin lay back down.
You didn't come this far,
For you to make this hard for me.
And now you want to ask me how.
It's like how does your heart beat?
And why do you breathe?
How does your beat?
Why do you breathe?
Why did you come here?
You were uninvited.
You were on the outside.
Stay on the outside.
And now you want to ask me why.
It's like how does your heart beat?
And how do you cry?
How does your heart beat?
And there are some things that I'd like to figure out
There are some things that I could do without
Like you and your letters that go on forever,
You and the people that were never friends.
Never friends.
Never friends.
With all the things that you could be,
You never could learn
How to be me.
And now you want to ask me how.
It's like how does your heart beat?
And why do you breathe?
How does your heart beat?
And why do you breathe?
How do you breathe?
She looked at the ceiling, contemplating these words. "Why did you come here? You weren't invited." stood out in her mind. With a soft whimper, she allowed tears to fall from her cheeks.
~*~* A/N: All right, there's chapter one of the sequel. Please reveiw!*~*~