Chapter 3: An Unusual Waking Up
Mitch's p.o.v
I Woke up and felt like I just took a dip in River Styx*, every molecule in my body hurts, even my brain. I should've wake up in my messy room and getting myself ready for my frisk course. However, I know I am not in Montreal anymore, and I am pretty sure it's LA by looking out the window at the significant"Hollywood" sign. I sighed, I really shouldn't drink that much last night, even though I don't even remember myself drinking. However, from the strong alcohol smell on my body I can already tell I must've drink out of my control last night.
I looked around, a pretty tidy room with normal furnitures and also a guitar, small but clean. Then I see the picture wall, those must be really old pictures, some of them are already broken and the boy on it smiled happily. From a little 3 years old to 20ish looking. Then, I realized, it's him and suddenly, everything just hit me.
I remembered I applied from a vacation absent in my college and took a flight from Montreal to LA. I was sitting in a bar until 3am the bar is closed. So, I was sitting on the bench when I see him, not sure it's him at first. I was so drunk and it could just be my illusion. Then I realized it's real, he's coming my way and left Adam,Ty,Jason and Quentin behind. I didn't wanna see him at that time, seven years no see, I was not prepared at all. I am just a broken-heart man who's already really drunk and didn't want to get in anymore troubles. I wasn't ready for his questions and maybe he's madness. So I started running and I was pretty sure he was right behind me. I hit my forehead on something, maybe a innocent pole or maybe worse, a running car. I am glad that I didn't end up in emergency right now.
For whatever happened last night and whatever happened to my forehead, it made me ends up at Jerome's house.