The next morning Mush woke up with a pounding head. Pounding wasn't even the best word for it... throbbing maybe. He sat up and waited for the room to stop spinning. He'd gone to bed long before Portman, he started feeling sick shortly after they got home. He looked over at the other bed and cringed in discust.
There was Portman, totally wrapped around the brunette that had left with him the other night. Yuck, if he'd known that was going to happen he would have slept in the bathtub or somthing. His head started to pound uncontrolably, so he rolled over and went back to sleep. When he woke up the second time it was just him and Portman in the dorm room.
"Your girlfriend leave?" Mush asked as he rubbed his aching eyes.
"She's not my girlfriend, but yeah, she left," he answered.
"Who is she?" Mush asked, not really wanting to know the answer.
"Just some chick," Portman answered, smiling, "met her last night,"
"Man, your sick," Mush said, rolling over onto his stomach, "she could have some disease or somthing,"
"Whatever,"
"When did you get like this?" Mush asked.
"Like what?" Portman turned onto his side so he could see Mush better.
"Like the way you are now... I mean, I'm not any where near as bad as you," Mush explained.
"Oh shut up, don't think I've forgotten about.. uh.. what's her name," Portman said defensivly, "whatever her name was, I remember what happened!"
Mush just looked down at the floor, "Yeah, that was nothing compared to you now," Mush didn't think he'd ever get used to talking to himself. This couldn't be good for him psychologically.
"Oh whatever," Portman said, "well your gonna lose it in about three months so stop acting like some fucking angel,"
"Lose what?" Mush asked, but before the question was even compleatly out of his mouth he clued in, "Ah hell no, that's sick!"
"That's not what you said when Annie tied your hands together," Portman smiled as he drew on the memory.
"I don't care what you think I'm gonna do! I won't!" Mush shouted at his older self.
"You don't have a choice, It's set in stone, it's already been done," Portman explained.
"What if I killed myself! Doncha think that would kinda mess things up!" Mush screamed.
"Dude..." Portman said, beggining to sit up.
"No! I don't care! I'd rather be dead then grow up to be you!" Mush stood up quickly and locked himself in the bathroom.
"Shit man! Get out of there! Look, I'll do anything you want! Come on! Please come out!" Portman pounded on the door. He left some good sized fist marks but nothing else, "FUCK!"
"Now it's your turn to shut up," Mush said from the other side of the door, "I'll come out and I promise I won't hurt us if you promise me somthing,"
"Whatever, name your price!" Portman said, trying to breath normally.
"We're going to take a little trip,"
...:End of Chapter 3:...
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