She hid the bottle, put on her sweaters, and cleaned up the blankets. It didn't take long because she ran up and down the house like a crazed animal putting stuff back where it belonged. Which was harder than it seemed for her because every few seconds she felt the need to vomit. The next thing that needed fixing was her headache, and overall how terrible she felt.
"Yamuraiha are you alright?" Her father came into her room with a concerned look on his face. "I heard you running all over upstairs- did you lose something?"
Just my sanity, she thought. She leaned against her dresser nonchalantly. "No, just doing some exercise." She wiped sweat off of her forehead. "I thought since it was so snowy outside I would just run inside the house." She chuckled nervously. "Silly me though right?" Her eyes darted back and forth making sure there was no evidence from last night.
"Uh, okay. Well if you're going to be running around the house make sure you don't slip."
"Me slip? Come on, we both know I possess a lot of agility and coordination." She leaned farther back and her elbow knocked over her ceramic alien figure, shattering it. "Oh." she said quietly.
Matal laughed quietly. "I'll clean that up, but could you use that agility to do me a favour today?"
Yamuraiha felt her blood pressure rise. Not only did she just destroy her ninth grade art project, but she was counting on sleeping the whole day. She couldn't tell her father what happened last night, he wouldn't just be angry- he'd be disappointed. And disappointment to her was the worst reaction she could possibly receive. "It depends what it is." she said with uncertainty.
"I have an order I need to pick up. I bought it by phone about a week ago in the pharmacy just 20 minutes from here- and I just want you to get it. I would do it myself, but there's a lot of furniture that needs unloading and I have to tell the electricity guys what to do."
Drive?! He wanted her to drive?! Just driving sober made her nauseous- and now with her hangover, the symptoms would be more severe. "Uh..alright." She couldn't deny getting medicine for her father, that would be a worse feeling than getting car sick.
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"You know only assholes wear sunglasses indoors." Pisti said with a smirk. She flipped through a magazine on the edge of her bed.
Sharrkan was slouched against her dresser, trying his best not to slide off. "Uuuuuugh." he groaned. "I really don't feel too good so if I could have some peace and quiet-"
"Why don't you just go home? You're obviously in no mood to have a binge watching session with me on Netflix, soooo…" She turned to the next page. "I really don't want a big blob on my floor."
"I'm hungover."
"Really? I just thought the throw up on your shirt was just a bad fashion statement." Her overly satisfied face didn't help him.
"Why are you enjoying this?" he asked.
"Well for one, it's usually me that messes up in this friendship so I find this to be a refreshing change, and two I really don't get why you're here if you can't watch movies or do anything other than whine."
"My aunt has people over. I'll be forced to talk to them." He rested his hand on his forehead. "I'd rather whine here in peace."
"It's not like you to get so drunk you're sick. What- Sinbad take you out again?"
"No- not Sinbad. He's actually not allowed to take me anywhere since last time Jafar caught us doing that thing-"
"And by that thing you mean setting fire to the paperwork in his office and adding trying to make a cool indoor bonfire?"
"Yeah that thing."
"Of course I remember I was the one who made you guys do it." She beamed. "You really think you would've thought of doing something like that yourself?"
"You're right, I'm still sane enough not to make up a plan about committing a felony." He lifted his sunglasses up and rubbed his eyes. "But really I don't understand why she freaked out." He sighed.
"Who?" Pisti threw the magazine down and ran over to him.
"Nobody." Sharrkan put the sunglasses on again. "Just forget it."
"I think we both know I won't forget anything. So we can have me yelling in your ear until you break and finally tell me or we can have you spill it now."
"Well when you put it that way it's hard to choose." He grumbled. "I went over to Yamuraiha's."
"Ohhhhhhh!" Pisti snickered. "This is going to be a good one I can feel it."
"And so uhm- basically her computer broke and she needed help and being the helpful guy that I am-"
"Yeah right." Pisti rolled her eyes.
"I can do without the commentary." he snapped. "I helped her and there was a snowstorm so she was really cool about it after a while, and then we both got bored,"
"Is this the part where the story gets bad?"
"And the last thing I remember is drinking something with her. That's all." He couldn't tell her the part about what happened after he woke up. That would be bad for both him and Yamuraiha. And he was sure that he didn't want to make an enemy out of her.
"That's all? Then why do you look guilty?"
"How can you even tell that I look guilty? I'm wearing shades."
"I can tell if you're guilty, and I'm certain you're not telling me something-" Pisti kneeled down beside him and took off his glasses. "Come on you can tell me anything." She batted her eyelashes. "Pretty please I'll be your best friend."
Sharrkan turned away from her. "Give me my glasses back." he said, reaching for them.
"Now I know you did something because you're doing that thing with your lips- like- when they look like they're glued together." She threw his sunglasses behind her, landing them on her bed. "Tell me! Tell me! Tell me!" She shook him by his shoulders.
"Why am I friends with you?" he questioned.
"I'm amazing in every way possible?"
"I can't argue with that," he laughed. "Anyways, it's just that I woke up in her room- and no not like that! And I was confused and I'm pretty sure she was too- so then after yelling at me for no reason she basically told me to get out and I did." He felt his face get red. It wasn't like him to get embarrassed, he was someone who had control over his situations for the most part. He made the story less intense by leaving out the part where he woke up next to her, but knew that Pisti would still find a way to amplify the problem.
"Phone. Now." Pisti demanded.
"How would that help anything?"
"Because whenever we do something you always have to record it- so I'm guessing maybe we can find a clue as of what happened."
"Fine, but I'm checking it myself." He unlocked his phone and went straight to photos and videos. His camera roll seemed the same except there were were two new videos and a picture.
Pisti peered over his shoulder. "Check that photo first! That looks like her and you!" she urged.
Sharrkan opened it. It was a blurry photo, but he could still figure out what was happening. Yamuraiha was leaning on him and they were both sticking their tongues out and throwing a peace sign. Both of their eyes were half closed and glassy. Definitely believable that they wouldn't remember anything.
"How much did you drink?! You guys look terrible there." Pisti commented. She didn't know how to feel about the whole ordeal. She wanted to make fun of him, yet at the same time console him. Sharrkan rarely looked genuinely concerned and not only did he seem concerned this time, but he was also riddled with guilt. She could tell just by the way he was sitting.
"Thanks." his sarcastic response was delayed.
"What're you waiting for- swipe right! Look at the videos!" Her little hands hit his arm, telling him to swipe already.
"Fine." He played the video.
It was him lying down and staring at the camera which was much too close to his face.
"Why are you taking a video?" Yamuraiha asked
groggily. She was the offscreen, but close. He saw her hand poking his face on the screen.
"I don't want to forget this." he heard himself say.
"There's nothing important about this." she added. "Seriously- it's just us hanging out. We can do this anytime,"
"Right, well," the camera panned over to her face. She way lying down, her eyes were barely open, but she was cute that way. "Do you promise me that Yam? You won't just forget this?"
She put her hands on the lens. "Come on, don't record me. I look awful." Her hair was everywhere and her eyes glistened.
"No you don't…. You're the most, and I mean this- most attractive person I've ever seen-"
Sharrkan immediately regretted his decision to show Pisti the video. "Okay I think we've seen enough," he tried to move the screen away from her, however his attempts weren't successful. Surprisingly her tiny hands kept the screen in place and didn't allow him to budge.
"You're just saying that 'cause you're drunk. Guy like you does this everyday." Yamuraiha said tartly. She made a sort of pout that made him laugh in the video.
The recording ended abruptly.
Pisti turned to him wearing the smuggest face he'd ever seen. "Well, well, well." She slow clapped. "I can see that you don't have any sort of crush on her at all- I mean, calling someone the most attractive person is something regular you'd say to acquaintances anyways,"
"I WAS DRUNK." he defended himself. He felt the back of his neck burn. Did he mean to say that? He wouldn't deny that she wasn't bad looking, but obviously there are more attractive people in the world.
"Yeah, that's why you can't deny what you said. Drunk people never lie. I know that for a fact."
"You know for a fact that you sound insane." Sharrkan sighed. "Okay, so what if I did think that she was attractive. It doesn't mean anything. I think I'm attractive- and I think you're attractive too."
"Yeah, but you said she was THE MOST ATTRACTIVE."
"Again I don't even remember saying that so it means nothing! And also she's everything I try to avoid in a girl. I mean she's judgemental, and she's a bad listener, not to mention she smells and acts like an old woman."
"So you have a thing for grandmas nothing to be ashamed of," Pisti patted his shoulder.
"I hate you so much." he said, holding back his laughter.
"Aw c'mon, it's not like you didn't expect me to come up with a snappy remark."
"You could be nicer about the whole situation."
"I could, but watching you suffer is so much more satisfying. Now let's finish off that second
video."
"I'm not sure I even want to show it to you, I'm afraid you'll break something while you're jumping to conclusions."
"I promise I won't say anything rude or judgemental." Pisti said, with her fingers crossed behind her back.
"Fine. Whatever, it's not like there's going to be anything more embarrassing than the last one." He played the video.
The camera was focused on Yamuraiha swaying her arms side to side and singing along loudly with the radio.
"I just need somebody-" she snapped her fingers to the rhythm of the song. "Someone to understand," the rest of the lyrics were incomprehensible because of her and Sharrkan's laughter.
"You're a terrible singer." Sharrkan said to her.
"Noooooo." Yamuraiha disagreed. "I'm the-" she burped, "greatest singer." She smiled and winked at the camera. "If I was bad you wouldn't be recording would you?"
"You got me there."
The video ended.
"Well that was real cute." Pisti said mockingly. "You sure know how to talk to girls."
"Remember your promise?"
"What promise? My fingers were crossed." Pisti snickered. "Come on- you were expecting it." she said when she saw how genuinely upset Sharrkan was.
"I'm just really pissed off right now." Sharrkan snapped. "I mean, yesterday she acts all friendly and in the videos she actually has a personality- but this morning she literally yelled me when I woke up beside her-"
"Oh?" Pisti had sheer satisfaction on her face.
"No- wait. I meant like we woke up in the same room-" He became flustered. Pisti was his best friend, but she was the last person he would want to admit that to. She would definitely have her fun torturing him with this information for the rest of his life.
"Sure, sure. I believe you."
"Pisti I swear- if you tell a single soul- I won't ever talk to you ever. And I mean it."
"Okay I won't tell anyone, I'll just text them."
"No! Pisti I'm being serious this time, please don't be an ass about this."
Pisti breathed out. "Fine, I really promise I won't tell anyone. I'll keep your weird drunk story secret." She looked at the relief on his face, and smiled. "I know you didn't ask for my advice, but in a situation such as this one I would call them and apologize."
"BUT IT WASN'T MY FAULT."
"Doesn't matter. You know yourself, so you should have not drank."
"Wait? You're blaming this on me?!" he exclaimed. "I didn't do a single thing!"
"I know you didn't do a single thing cause if you did you wouldn't even come here you'd probably stare at a wall for five hours and blame yourself."
Sharrkan frowned. "I'm mad because you're right." He brushed himself off. "Well, if I want to talk to her I should talk to her."
"Yeah!" Pisti cheered in agreement.
"And I shouldn't be afraid of her dad!"
"Yeah!"
"So I'm going to march over there and apologize for scaring her, and we can be cool again!"
"YEAH!"
"But my headache is killing me so I better make a stop by the pharmacy before I go there."
"Yeah! You go do that! You go get your girl!" Pisti yelled and pumped her arms in the air. She knew she was being annoying, and loved every second of it.
"She's never going to be my girl- just my friend."
"Okay, get your 'friend'," Pisti paused, "which may or may not have benefits after."
"You have to chill out." Sharrkan said to her before she high fived him. "But thanks… For everything."
I uploaded this on my phone and did want to delay the chapter, so there might be a few mistakes. Anyways please tell me if you like the story so far. I want to keep it lighthearted but there will be drama up ahead, but NO LOVE TRIANGLE. I promise!
