Oh no! Mini me is awake.
He was staring into my eyes straight even though he was barely able to stand straight. His half shut green eyes were powerful enough to make someone watch them forever. How weird. Who are you? How can you make me feel so? And numerous questions came around my mind, curious to know about him. But why?
I told you ,you got a crush on him.
Love. At. First. Sight mini me inside me whispered.
No, I'm not. I am just curious how someone can have so much over confidence in themselves.
I don't think that's the reason. She replied.
How can I have a crush on him when I am here almost stopping myself from breaking out into tears because I saw my freaking douchebag boyfriend almost eating up a blonde lady in the apartment, in the bed which he calls as our, screaming and moaning as if nobody can hear them ( well the rooms are not acoustic anechoic chamber. Which he thought were). So any way around its not a crush did you get that stupid little brain cells.
"What are you thinking, stranger?" he said wondering why am I so lost.
Coming back to the reality I pushed him away with all force and said " I don't care who the fuck you are or what everybody think about you but don't you dare to flirt with me. Do it with someone else. Did you get it, you freaking ass in pain." it's hot, I am feeling hot. Breathe it's okay. Why are you so worked up? Just some random guy hitting which is normal. You did good.
I walked away convincing myself what I did right now was damn. And I can feel his eyes following me. "Walk straight like nobody is better than you in this room." I whispered to myself.
When I reached our table James was already there wondering if Stefan was only drunk or dead by checking his pulses in his legs. This bitch is so drunk.
And he said, " hey call the ambulance I can't feel his pulse. Oh my gawd STEF WAKE UP….please wake up (almost screaming and crying) please wake up. I am sorry for not listening to you and hitting on you three and a half years ago….)
I interrupted him, " Wait, you hitted on him? But you said you'd even hit on me but not him"
" Well it was because of this reason. Now shut up let me finish" he continued holding Stefan's face in his both hands, "sorry for hitting on you because I thought you're interested in guys but you're not."
I said again, " Stefan is not interested in guys? So is he straight? That means I can introduce him to this one colleague of mine who has been begging me to set her up with him since ages."
James kept Stefan's head slowly on the couch again and looked at me and said, "bitch he is dead. You wanna send your colleague on a date with a dead man who will probably be sleeping in his grave. Are you drunk? And let me finished"
"Do you know how embarrassing that was but I still stayed as your friends. And umm….Uhh…. Damn it, I forgot my lines and it's all because of you." he said looking towards me.
" How is it my fault that you have a blurry brain? And neither is he dead" thinking what am I even saying.
"Who is dead?" Stefan said slowly, opening his eyes.
James replied not paying attention to who asked, " Stefan, my beautiful friends Stef"
" I knew that you had another friend other than me and her. I told you he is cheating on us. And you even find one with the same name as mine so that you don't get caught." Stefan replied, making a puking face.
" Is everything alright?" someone asked who was standing behind me. I turned around only to find out that it's the "almost puking guy" from the washroom.
I turned around again rolling my eyes when James replied," no, nothing is alright. My friend is dead and I can't feel his pulse. Please help"
Stefan asked again "who the fuck is dead? I can't see it"
James turned around to Stefan saying " It's him who's…. (a long deep scream) YOU ARE NOT DEAD (almost breaking out in tears) it's impossible I was not able to feel your pulse . How are you alive? bizarre" sounding amazed.
"That's because you're checking his pulse on his fucking leg you drunk monkey"
" WHAT!!! Oww I guess I am still drunk" James said rubbing his hand in his hair.
" Wait, I was dead?" Stefan said, sounding shocked.
" Are you guys by any chance psychopath?" the "almost puking guy" asked, making an irritating face.
" Hella yeah baby" Stefan and James said together making a face that they don't care.
And all I did was rolled my eyes and said to the "almost puking guy" , " they are just drunk you can leave, thanks for whatever reason you stopped."
He replied, "Well, I stopped because I thought you guys were having some trouble. What did you think?"
" Nothing. Why would I think something? Now leave."
"What if I don't want to? Your friends seem fun." he asked James "Hey mind if I joined you?"
Before James could even answer I said, "No he is leaving" facing towards James pointing at that "almost puking guy".
" You are leaving. We don't like strangers hanging out with us. So leave." I said pushing him a little backwards.
"Make me" he said, holding my hand onto his chest.
" Inn c'mon, it's okay. He can join us. Like who will mind drinking with a gorgeous man like him" James said to me winking. "Handsome you can join us. Please take a seat." James said to him.
Why is James being so nice to him? Like he has never been so nice to me, like even on the first day we ever met he called me a bitch and to this "almost puking guy" it's "a handsome". Is he blind?
And we drank more.
More.
Enough to make me sleepy.
It's quiet. Quiet.
And they are back. The Pain.
It hurt. But it's okay. I can get used to it.
I just need to break from my thoughts.
Maybe I should just close my eyes. Yes they burn. They are filled with something which I don't want to come out with. Everything is getting blurry little by little.
That's a soft, comfortable pillow. Does the club even provide a pillow for drunk people? No it is not a pillow. It's a hand. Someone's hand. It's his hand.
The "almost puking guy".
Ugh I hate this.
(To be continued.)