A Furious Chick

Hangover

Katherine

I wake up to a pounding headache. The sun is way too bright. I get up slowly and close the curtains. I see Tylenol and a glass of water by the bed. I take the pills and drink the whole glass of water. I took a deep breath and looked down. I'm not in the clothes I wore to the bar. My face is free of makeup.

Brian comes upstairs then with coffee. His face is refreshing.

"Hey, hon." I walked over to him and hugged him.

"Hi." He kissed my cheek. "How do you feel?"

"I want to go back to sleep." I confessed.

"Want to go home?" He asked. He held out the coffee to me. I sip it.

"Nah. I'm going to stay over for a bit."

His face lit up. "Yeah?"

"Yes." I smiled.

We climbed back in bed. Paul wrapped his arms around me. We cuddled for a little while.

"What's your favorite fruit?" He asked me.

"Mango." I replied.

"Flowers?"

"White roses."

"Favorite word?"

"Fuck."

"Favorite number?"

"Two."

"Favorite cookie?"

"Chocolate chip." I sighed. "What's up with the twenty one questions?"

"Just understanding you." He replied.

"What's your favorite fucking cookie?"

"I don't really like cookies. I like brownies more."

"I have to call NASA."

"Why?"

"Because I'm dating an alien." I sat up, my head throbbing. "Brownies are gross."

"You just haven't had my brownies before."

"You can cook, you can bake...you can drive good. What can't you do?" I frowned.

"Baby, I'm the whole package."

"Have one, too." I winked.

He laughed loudly. "That was a good one."

"Seriously, though, how do you not like cookies?"

"They're overrated. Like it's not the best snack in the world."

"They are though, bitch." I snapped.

"And plus, they're dry."

"So are brownies."

"No. Brownies are moist."

I cringed. "I hate that word."

"Moist?" He repeated.

A shudder goes through me.

"I'm sorry." He grinned. "But would you prefer MOIST over dry?"

"Say that word one more fucking time." I threatened.

"Ok. I'm sorry." He held up his hands. "What else is your pet peeves?"

"I don't use forks because Kaleb stabbed me with one when we were ten. I hate the sound of Velcro ripping. I hate slurping sounds. I hate when people take too long to tell a story." I listed.

"You are a Grinch." Brian informed me.

"I know. What are your pet peeves?"

"I don't have any. I'm a pretty chill guy." He shrugged.

"So if I go outside and key your car, you wouldn't be upset?"

"I wouldn't talk to you." Brian replied.

"So you do have a pet peeve."

"It's not a pet peeve. I wouldn't cry about it. Probably throw it in your face when you yell at me, though." He informed me.

"I'm going to figure out your pet peeve, Brian." I told him with confidence.

"Good luck trying." He grinned.

I smiled back at him and we lost each other in the gaze. His crystal clear eyes made me feel tingly inside. I reached out and touched his hand, still looking at him. I break the gaze suddenly.

"I should probably get going." I sighed.

"Somewhere to be?"

"No. I just...uhm... I just want to see my mum." I lied.

He seemed to know I wasn't being honest but he let me go with a kiss.

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