After dinner at midnight. Andres and I surprisingly got along, we talked about things we found funny, probably things he found funny.
He was drunk.
Miguel came to urge Andres to sleep after everyone had disappeared, when he refused, Miguel carried him over his shoulder. Andres kept slurring and laughing down the hallway.
I jump out of the sofa and follow them down the hallway until they enter one of the doors.
I huff a dirty breath of displease. I start feeling lonely as I hug myself and find myself in the path that leads to the room I had woken up to see Rosa and the part she told me, she actually stitches my stomach eighteen times.
I open the door and become shocked as a shirtless guy approaches from the bathroom, I didn't turn back and shed in fear that I may have seen what I'm not supposed to see, instead, I throw the all-abs fella before me a questioning glare.
