"What in the world?!"
I screamed at the top of my lungs while looking everywhere, and by everywhere I mean every corner of my room.
Why is everything scattered?
I looked at myself and screamed once more. Why am I wearing-
My attention went to the door after I stopped thinking what I was thinking revealing Ali and his morning face.
"Good morning, Aya!"
"What's good in it when it's you that I see first thing in the morning?"
"Damn, harsh."
"But what happened last night?!"
"You couldn't remember?"
"Do you think I would ask you if I did?" After saying that he covered his mouth. "What now?"
"You couldn't remember? Last night was the best night that ever happened to me. It could've been one of your best nights too- but I believe you have a knack of being indenial so," He shrugged his shoulders after saying that and drank his coffee.
"What did I do?" I approached him and grabbed his arm, not the one holding a cup.
"Okay, okay. You told me to strip-"
"I told you to what?!"
"Can't you stay still? It's early in the morning and you're blowing my ears off." I rolled my eyes when he said that and raised my arms- an act that I surrender and waited for him to speak up.
"You told me to strip down the old gift we got you that who knows how it ended at your cabinet eating dusks and now you did that. You told me that you don't have the strength yet you brought it back." I looked to where he was pointing and there I saw art.
It was an art that played with warm colors, something that represents the feeling of the moment. It's oozing with energy and... happiness.
A mysterious guy where even in my art I still couldn't see his face. The guy that made me think and feel things that were supposed to be buried down.
"You're finally back, Ayak-"
"I was never lost, Ali. But I will never be back. It must've been the drink." I interrupted him.
"Are you okay?"
"Yes, I am okay. If you don't mind, I would like to have some 'me' time for a moment." I said that without breaking contact with the canvas. I heard his footsteps as he went out of the room and slowly closed the door.
I.. did this.
I kept looking at the canvas, adoring my piece of work. How many years have gone by that I really thought I forgot about this. Maybe I still have it, but the pain still won't let me.
What's really with that guy that he made me do all this stuff again?
But! I won't let it happen again. Once is enough already, this shouldn't have happened. I will give credit to the drink for making me numb the whole night.
It was a masterpiece.
The ray of the sun touched my skin from the window that was opened ajar. It was warm the same as the art I am holding.
I smiled for a bit and put it on the side. I fixed the things that never should have been opened and put them back in their original spot.
The activity made my back sore so I stretched for a while. I was doing so great not until I saw the vintage box under my bed again.
I think I should put it somewhere not easy to see. Sighs. I miss you.
I got my robe together with some new clothes and went to the shower. My tears became one with the water flowing down my face. It secretly pains me how time has been cruel for you, me, and everyone.
I looked at my mini clock inside the bathroom and noticed that I've been having this 'me' time longer than I should.
We're going to be late!
I sped up my actions, brought my bag, and grabbed the comb on my vanity desk.
"Easy, why are you running?" Ali asked while eating his pancake. I stopped what I was doing and grasped some air. I was trying to focus but all I could smell is the sweet aroma of what he was eating right now.
This monster doesn't even know how to invite.
"I thought we were going to be late, so I rushed down," I told him now sitting on one of the chairs and ready to devour this food.
"We still got an hour left," He tilted his head to the side which made me wonder and check my phone. "And it's okay to be late, you know?."
I didn't get what he said, but what I do get is I hate that clock already.
"By the way, Aya. I touched your cooking stuff here because I got hungry."
"Yeah, sure. Thank you for your service!" I saluted while munching this sweet food.
We talked about stuff not related to any of what happened last night. He knows how to read the room and never talks about something that would only ruin the day.
I'm glad we are best friends.
After the morning routine, we went to Simone's apartment followed by August's apartment.
"How come Aya's the first one to get fetched? Are we changing patterns now?" August asked which made Simone wonder too.
"Were you two together last night?" Simone added.
"Aren't we all together last night?" I asked.
The question kept on going in circles until Ali butted in. "The drink kicked in after bringing Aya home and I couldn't drive anymore. So I slept there."
"Alisandro?!" The two guys shouted like Ali said nonsense. And the car halted bringing all of us a hard forward.
What's with the use of a whole first name? Why are we using first names now-
"Why did you stop the car?" Sim and Gold asked in unison.
"Guys, I'm begging you and your non-existent bangs to please never call me with my first name." He smiled and shook his head.
We laughed after that and when we arrived at school they stopped me from going to a different direction. East wing.
"Have you forgotten?"
"What?"
"Dang, she must have been really drunk to forget what you told us, Ali."
"What?!" I asked irritatedly.
"We're excused for the whole morning because the school gave us time to practice for the competition." My mouth formed an 'O' realizing everything now.
Now that explains why Ali is chill this morning. I will never drink again!