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Waking up on the bathroom floor
Pull myself back together just to fall once more
And my heart's beating out of my chest
And this town in still making me sick
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"Unnh." Paige reached out her hand, feeling around for her alarm clock. When she finally found it, she punched the snooze button and rolled over.
She had the worst headache, and she was exhausted. All she wanted was to go back to sleep. What time was it, anyway? She rolled back on to her side, and opened her eyes. Nine o'clock. Shit.
She sat up quickly, and immediately flopped back down. Moaning, she tried again, slowly this time. She was able to sit up this time, and grab onto her headboard until the room stopped spinning.
When she was able to walk, she got up and went into the kitchen to fix herself a hangover cure. She took one sip and made a face, but drank the rest.
Paige rubbed her temples. Was that her ears ringing? No, it was the phone. She groaned, and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Paige. You sound like hell."
Paige decided against getting offended when she realized the voice on the other end was her best friend, Glen. "Thanks, sweetie. And I suppose you were a good boy last night, and aren't hung over this morning?"
Glen laughed. "Have you ever known me to be a good boy?"
Paige smiled. "Definately not. So, what's up?"
"I'm in town."
Paige blinked in surprise. Glen was always traveling, and she rarely got to see him. "Where are you?"
"Open the door."
Cautiously, Paige put the phone down and did what he told her. She found Glen in the hallway outside her apartment, holding a cell phone to his ear.
"Glen!" she exclaimed, jumping into his arms. He twriled her around, and set her down inside the apartment. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd come spend some time with my best friend." he answered. "So, come on. Let's go spend time."
Paige frowned. "I have to go to work."
Glen raised an eyebrow. "It's 9 a.m. Shouldn't you have been there, like, two hours ago."
"Yes." she responed. "Which is why I need to leave now."
She started toward the door, but Glen grabbed her arms. "Blow it off. You're already late. Please, Paige. For me?"
Paige looked uncertain, so Glen made those puppy-eyes he knew she couldn't resist. "Fine," she grumbled. "Let me get changed."
Half an hour later, they were in their favourite coffee house. They'd spent lots of time there in high school, while they were supposed to be in class, and the place hadn't changed a bit. They bought their coffee and left, spending the rest of the day just walking around. Paige was so happy too her old friend, she didn't even mind the hangover symptoms she'd felt only a few hours ago, and didn't protest when he led her to his favourite club.
Once they were inside, Paige looked around, nodding approvingly. The place was always changeing management, but you'd never know it from the large crowd that was gathered there tonight. Smiling, Paige grabbed Glen's hand and led him out to the dance floor.
Three hours and a few drinks later, it was almost midnight. Paige, not wanting a repeat of this morning, asked Glen to drive her home. He complied, and walked her to her door. Paige pulled him inside.
"Where are you staying?" she asked.
Glen shrugged. "Around."
"Here." Paige said quietly. "Stay here."
He kissed her, and they lay down on her bed. 'Just like old times', Paige thought as they were kissing. 'No, better.' They were both getting into it, when her head started to spin. "Shit." she muttered, pulling away.
"What's wrong?" Glen asked, sitting up.
Paige went into the bathroom to look for the aspirin. "It's okay," she called to him. "Those drinks were just a little stronger than I thought, that's all."
Glen got up. "I should probably go, anyway. I'm guessing you have to work tomorrow?"
Paige nodded. Glen kissed her on the cheek, and left. Paige watched the door close, and then promptly passed out on her bed.
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A/N: Okay, so I know this isn't exactly the wild, drunk Paige they describe on the show, but don't worry. I'll get to that. I'll get to it faster if you review, so go do that.
~from the song "Bouncing Off the Walls" by Sugarcult~
Waking up on the bathroom floor
Pull myself back together just to fall once more
And my heart's beating out of my chest
And this town in still making me sick
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"Unnh." Paige reached out her hand, feeling around for her alarm clock. When she finally found it, she punched the snooze button and rolled over.
She had the worst headache, and she was exhausted. All she wanted was to go back to sleep. What time was it, anyway? She rolled back on to her side, and opened her eyes. Nine o'clock. Shit.
She sat up quickly, and immediately flopped back down. Moaning, she tried again, slowly this time. She was able to sit up this time, and grab onto her headboard until the room stopped spinning.
When she was able to walk, she got up and went into the kitchen to fix herself a hangover cure. She took one sip and made a face, but drank the rest.
Paige rubbed her temples. Was that her ears ringing? No, it was the phone. She groaned, and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Paige. You sound like hell."
Paige decided against getting offended when she realized the voice on the other end was her best friend, Glen. "Thanks, sweetie. And I suppose you were a good boy last night, and aren't hung over this morning?"
Glen laughed. "Have you ever known me to be a good boy?"
Paige smiled. "Definately not. So, what's up?"
"I'm in town."
Paige blinked in surprise. Glen was always traveling, and she rarely got to see him. "Where are you?"
"Open the door."
Cautiously, Paige put the phone down and did what he told her. She found Glen in the hallway outside her apartment, holding a cell phone to his ear.
"Glen!" she exclaimed, jumping into his arms. He twriled her around, and set her down inside the apartment. "What are you doing here?"
"I thought I'd come spend some time with my best friend." he answered. "So, come on. Let's go spend time."
Paige frowned. "I have to go to work."
Glen raised an eyebrow. "It's 9 a.m. Shouldn't you have been there, like, two hours ago."
"Yes." she responed. "Which is why I need to leave now."
She started toward the door, but Glen grabbed her arms. "Blow it off. You're already late. Please, Paige. For me?"
Paige looked uncertain, so Glen made those puppy-eyes he knew she couldn't resist. "Fine," she grumbled. "Let me get changed."
Half an hour later, they were in their favourite coffee house. They'd spent lots of time there in high school, while they were supposed to be in class, and the place hadn't changed a bit. They bought their coffee and left, spending the rest of the day just walking around. Paige was so happy too her old friend, she didn't even mind the hangover symptoms she'd felt only a few hours ago, and didn't protest when he led her to his favourite club.
Once they were inside, Paige looked around, nodding approvingly. The place was always changeing management, but you'd never know it from the large crowd that was gathered there tonight. Smiling, Paige grabbed Glen's hand and led him out to the dance floor.
Three hours and a few drinks later, it was almost midnight. Paige, not wanting a repeat of this morning, asked Glen to drive her home. He complied, and walked her to her door. Paige pulled him inside.
"Where are you staying?" she asked.
Glen shrugged. "Around."
"Here." Paige said quietly. "Stay here."
He kissed her, and they lay down on her bed. 'Just like old times', Paige thought as they were kissing. 'No, better.' They were both getting into it, when her head started to spin. "Shit." she muttered, pulling away.
"What's wrong?" Glen asked, sitting up.
Paige went into the bathroom to look for the aspirin. "It's okay," she called to him. "Those drinks were just a little stronger than I thought, that's all."
Glen got up. "I should probably go, anyway. I'm guessing you have to work tomorrow?"
Paige nodded. Glen kissed her on the cheek, and left. Paige watched the door close, and then promptly passed out on her bed.
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A/N: Okay, so I know this isn't exactly the wild, drunk Paige they describe on the show, but don't worry. I'll get to that. I'll get to it faster if you review, so go do that.
~from the song "Bouncing Off the Walls" by Sugarcult~