This update has taken a while to write. I guess I've just really had some writers block.
I woke with the worst thing ever known to man. A hangover. Even though I didn't get "drunk", I still had a lot of alcohol and now I was suffering the consequences. I rolled out of Karen's bed, my head spinning. Outside of her room, Kevin was eyeing me curiously. I stumbled forward and held onto the wall as if I would die if I didn't. A wicked grin spread across his face and he stepped closer to me.
"Kenny!" He shouted to me. "You look like shit!" I clapped my hands over my ears. His voice sounded like it was being amplified by twenty speakers.
"Shut up you jack ass. You know I'm hungover."
"Yeah, I do. And I'm enjoying it." His grin grew bigger as he watched me rush for the bathroom. Karen was in there brushing her teeth, but I pushed her out of the way and hunched over the toilet. Within seconds, I was vomiting up the contents that had been in my stomach. My back arched with each up chuck, and I felt like shit.
"Kenny! Are you okay?" Karen asked kneeling down next to me. I nodded weakly, my head still in the toilet.
"He's fine, just hungover." Kevin told her, pulling her away. "You don't want to be in the splash zone." He said with a laugh threatening to escape his lips. With a shaking hand, I lifted my hand up to flip him off before resuming emptying my stomach contents into the toilet. Soon it just became a mix of bile and spit that kept coming up. The bitter taste made my mouth dry, and I desperately needed some water.
"K-Karen. Can you get me s-some water? Please?" I said, she nodded and began to walk off, but Kevin grabbed her arm and stopped her.
"He doesn't need water." I shot him a glare. What the fuck did he know? I was thirsty! "Come on Kenny. You're gonna get the special hangover mix. I slowly stood up, knowing it was no use arguing. He lead me into the kitchen and opened a drawer that held a variety of products.
"How long have we had this stuff?" I asked, starring at the food.
"It's mom's special hangover kit. She uses it after dad drinks. She always keeps it stocked." Kevin pulled out multiple foods and liquids before mixing them up and handing me the cup."What is this?" I asked, eyeing the "drink".
"It's a mix of tomato juice, raw egg, pickle juice, and pepper. All topped off with half a can of Mountain Dew." I eyed it for another minute before letting out a low sigh and gulping it down. The taste made my body shudder. Although, the aftertaste wasn't that bad.
"How long does it take it to work?" I asked him.
"Like two hours." He shrugged, putting the stuff back into the fridge. He left and went back into our room. My phone began to ring, and I desperately slapped at my pockets to find it. The noise felt like a nail being hammered into my head repeatedly, it hurt that bad. I finally found it in my jacket pocket and answered the call without looking to see who it was.
"Kenny..." A voice whined on the other side.
"Yeah? Who is this?" I said in a slightly irritated voice.
"It's Bebe." She said. I let my lips curl into a slight smirk.
"Hey. How you doin?" I asked quietly.
"I feel like shit."
"Told you."
"I know, I should've listened to you. Blah blah blah. You happy now?" I let out a small chuckle.
"Yeah actually, I am."
"Hey...you don't sound hungover."
"Trust me, I am. My brother just gave me a 'hangover miracle mix' so I would feel better."
"I would kill for one of those right now." She said, sounding a bit exhausted.
"Do you want me to come over and make you one?"
"Would you really do that for me?"
"Yeah. I just gotta go get changed. Oh! But do you have tomato juice, eggs, pickles, pepper, and Mountain Dew? Those are the ingredients so..."
"Um...yeah. We should have all of that. Except for the Mountain Dew though."
"That's cool. I'll just pick up some before I come over. Be there in like twenty. Hang in there."
"Yeah. Thanks Kenny."
"No problem." I hung up and looked over to the hallway. Kevin was standing outside of our door with a smile on his face. "What?" I asked him. He shook his head.
"You've got a crush." I scoffed at his accusation.
"What? No I don't!"
"Why else would you offer to make her the hangover mix? You don't even know how much to put in." He said to me.
"Well...can't you just write it down for me?"
"I can...for five bucks." A wicked grin spread across his face as he held out his hand and waited.
"Fine," I pulled my wallet out and grabbed a five dollar bill. Kevin eyed my wallet full of crumpled ones and fives.
"Where'd you get all that from? Steal some eight year old's piggy bank?" I closed my wallet quickly and put it back into my pocket before handing him his five. I wasn't about to tell him my secret.
"I really don't think that that's any of your business. Now give me the recipe." He let out a sigh and grabbed a pen. Kevin wrote the recipe on the back of my hand before jumping onto the couch and eying the five I had given him. I quickly got changed out of the clothes from the night before, before I left for Bebe's. I stopped at the gas station and bought a can of Mountain Dew on my way.
When I got to her house, I rang the doorbell. She quickly opened up the door before pulling me in and shutting it back just as quickly. "Hey, what's up?" She glared at me. Her hair was messy, and not in the usual way that made it look perfect. It was tangled, and a part in the back was sticking up in multiple directions.
"Please don't be so loud. You're killing me." She hissed.
"I'm gonna guess that this is your first hangover." I smirked at her. She only shot me another glare and dragged me into the kitchen.
"Please help me." She pleaded. I nodded and opened her fridge. It took all of my strength to look past all of the food in it. They had a fully stocked fridge and it took me a long time to find the ingredients needed. I mixed up the first part and placed it in front of her before opening the can of Mountain Dew.
"And now for the finishing touch," I announced before pouring half of the can in. She eyed it just as I did a half hour ago. Eventually she picked it up, and looked at me, a brow raised. I leaned against the counter and tapped my soda can against her cup. "Bottoms up." She looked nauseous from just hearing the words.
"Don't ever say that again." She warned before chugging it down. I finished off the soda and watched her finish the drink. When it was gone, she let out a shiver. "That was so gross." I gave her a smile and a light hug.
"It's not supposed to taste good. It's supposed to make you feel better."
"Shut up..." She mumbled, hugging me back. I pulled away and looked at her.
"So...what do you wanna do while that kicks in?"
"What do you mean kicks in? How long does it take?" I shrugged just as Kevin did to me.
"Just about two hours. Mine hasn't even fully kicked in yet."
"When did you drink yours?"
"Like a half hour ago." She sighed and leaned against my shoulder.
"We can finish that project..." She looked at me, and noticed my raised brow. "I'm kidding...we can sit on the couch and watch kids shows while the volume is REALLY low." I gave her a smile at that idea.
"Hell yeah." It was a Saturday morning, what else would be on? We sat down on her couch, and Bebe turned on the tv. She flipped through the channels until she found a kids channel.
"Oh my god. It's Spongebob. I used to love that show."
"Yeah. Me too." I said. When I was younger, my dad used to take me to his "work" and turn on their crappy tv. I would sit there and watch Spongebob episodes all day. They were always re-runs, but I didn't ever care. I loved it anyways. Bebe leaned against me, and I felt my stomach tighten again, like it did every time I was with her. She made me feel weird. But I liked it. We sat like that for a while, until Bebe got tired of sitting. Instead, she laid back on the couch with her legs sprawled out over me.
"Really?" I chuckled. She looked at me with a grin before tossing one of the pillows at me. I caught it easily and placed it down before stretching. I rested my arms over her legs and we sat there for a little while longer. Once our hangovers had calmed down some, Bebe sat up on the couch.
"I'm kinda hungry." She said, patting her stomach jokingly.
"Yeah...me too." I agreed.
"C'mon, let's go get something to eat."
"Oh...are your parents cool with you leaving?"
"Yeah! They don't care. Now let's go get some food!" She pulled me by my arm, until I was up off of the couch. We walked out of her house and onto the sidewalk.
"Where do you want to go? I really don't know any restaurants here."
"C'mon, I know the perfect place to go." I followed her as we walked into town. We went to a small restaurant and sat down at a booth. After a few minutes, a waitress showed up at our table.
"Welcome to Greg's Pizza. Would you like to-Bebe!" Wendy was our waitress. She was wearing skinny jeans and a t-shirt that said "Greg's Pizza" in big letters. Bebe looked at me with a smile on her face. I returned her gesture with a cocked brow and a look of confusion.
"I got drunk last night!" She proclaimed to her best friend. Wendy looked surprised, but her face quickly changed to a wide smile. She pushed me to scoot down on my side of the booth, and sat down so that she was facing Bebe.
"Really? So...how'd you like it?" She leaned over the table, and Bebe did the same so that they were close.
"It was amazing!...until I had to deal with the aftermath of it all." Her face fell and she began to look a little sick.
"Yeah...well that's expected."
"But Kenny gave me this amazing hangover mix, and I'm really starting to feel better." Wendy looked over at me, a smile pulling at her lips.
"Thanks for taking care of my best friend, and you know, not letting her die or whatever." I nodded and gave her a smile. Wendy looked back at Bebe and took her hands in her own. "So. How are you and Clyde doing-"
"Testaburger! Get back to work!" A bald man said from behind a counter.
"Yeah, I'm going Greg." She moaned, before standing up and looking at the two of us. "So? You guys know what you want? Or should I give you some time?" Bebe looked at me, and then up at Wendy.
"We're just gonna get a pepperoni pizza. Is that cool with you Kenny?" I nodded and she looked back at her friend. "And I'm just gonna get a coke." Wendy turned to me and pointed her pen at me, a brow raised.
"Uh-I'll just have a coke too." She scribbled it down before looking back at us with a smile.
"Kay, it'll be out in a minute. Be right back with your drinks." She scooted into the kitchen, leaving the two of us. I looked around the restraint, trying not to notice Bebe starring at me, and trying not to stare at her myself. We sat in silence, something that I always hated. Wendy returned with our drinks, and left just as fast. I had prayed that she would stop and start another conversation so that it wouldn't be as awkward, but apparently God wasn't listening at the moment.
"So..." I started. "How are you and Clyde doing?" That was probably the stupidest thing to ask EVER! It was a giant face-palm on my part. Bebe seemed surprised by my question, but answered anyways.
"We're good...I think-I mean...GOD! I really don't know. It's kind of complicated." I raised an eyebrow, not sure what to say. Of course, being me, I shoved that foot further into my mouth.
"What do you mean?" I asked her. She let out a sigh and took a sip of her Coke.
"I guess we've kind of just been moving apart. He's been really secretive lately, and it's really been bothering me."
"Oh...I'm really sorry about that Bebe." I had regained my composure, and was back to my cool self.
"Thanks Kenny. You're really awesome."
"I try." She laughed before nudging me and letting out another sigh. Our food arrived, and we ate it, talking about school, relationships, just the normal stuff. The day came to a perfect ending when I walked her back home and she gave me a hug before saying goodbye.
Yup, as strange as it may seem, I Kenny McCormick, had a serious "thing" for Bebe Stevens. That was a fact.