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Witfit prompt: Hilarious
I wake up when the light floods my room through the halfway-drawn blinds.
My mouth is dry and tastes like ass.
There's banging in my head. Wow. I can actually hear and feel my pulse.
I stretch slowly, my limbs heavy. Looking down through crusty eyes I notice I'm fully dressed and I smell like a bar.
In another lifetime, this might've been hilarious to me.
I'm not laughing now.
My hand clutches my cell. I never let it go apparently.
I bring it to my face and unlock the screen.
2:00 P.M.
I've been dead to the world for almost twelve hours.
I also notice there are a few texts.
Emmett.
Just checkin' up on you, bro. Hope you're still alive. Rose looked pissed. -E
Rose.
Call me later after you get over getting shitfaced. Maybe dinner later? -R
And one text that makes me sit up, even if it still makes the room spin. Shit.
You did fuck up. -B
I immediately type something out.
Can I see you? Coffee maybe? -E
A few minutes go by and I worry that' I've fucked up enough for her to just say to hell with everything.
Then...
Tomorrow. I don't have class after 3. -B
Okay. I'll call tomorrow for deets. -E
A/N: So, there's that. I wonder what's gonna happen? My brain will tell me tomorrow. We might be going to another flashback. We'll see.
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Fic rec tonight: Been reading Not Going There by LuckIrishTart... Cop Bella and Cop Edward. Love it so far... ;)