More than words.
Characters involved: @lemonade-lagoon @coriiiii
Story can also be found here for easier reading: http://s-oupoftheday.tumblr.com/post/42436772774/rule-breaker
The “How I Met Your Mother” theme song rang loudly through my silent apartment.
“No.” I yelled at my phone’s obnoxious beckoning. I had had a rough night… I think. Honestly, I couldn’t remember much, but the way my head was buzzing tells me it was definitely a night to forget.
Again, my phone went off.
After my phone rang for what felt like the millionth time. With my eyes shut tight, clinging to the last little bit of sleep, I flung my arm onto the night stand, hitting a sharp edge.
Quickly glancing at my phone, I groaned as I questioned who could be calling me at the ungodly hour of, “Sh*t…” It was twelve, which means I had vastly over slept my brunch date with M.
Again, the phone rang.
You know it’s her.
“What?” I barked into the phone.
“Really, you stand me up and you’re the one with the attitude?”
“Sounds about right,” I braced myself for the head-rush of a lifetime as I rolled over to get out of bed, but before I knew it I was face down on the ground. “F*ck…”
Loud laughter came bursting through M’s end of the line, “What the hell was that?”
“I fell off my bed. It’s not funny.” I sat up and leaned my back on the bed.
M laughed for another minute or so before asking, “Wait—how do you fall off of that gigantic bed of yours? I can’t even get off of that thing when I’m /trying/ to.”
“I really don’t know.” My head was pounding, my mouth was dry, “Did I go drinking last night?”
“You were with Cori, so I’m going to say that’s a safe guess.”
“Great, there goes that resolution.”
“It was really only a matter of time, love. I’m proud of you for lasting a whole month though.” Was that condescending yes? But I let it go, because (secretly) I was proud too.
I stretched my arms up high over my head. I yawned loudly and squished my puffy face. Ugh, there’s nothing like day-after bloating to make you regret the night before. After scratching my head and rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, for the first time that morning, I was truly awake.
“Hmm, well that’s interesting,”
“What? Manage to fall off the bed again?”
“No, shut up!” I teased.
Looking around the room, I noticed something strange. “This isn’t my apartment.”
M laughed, “You’re still at Cori’s?”
I stood up and walked around the large bedroom. “Nope, this place is decidedly foreign.” Modern-contemporary décor, lots of black and white furniture—I plopped down onto a gorgeous daybed—correction, lots of UNCOMFORTABLE black and white furniture, a closet full of suits, a liquor trolley in the bed room? All accoutrements were decidedly, “un-Cori.” Well except for that bit about the liquor trolley, that girl keeps liquor everywhere. I shook my head, as I reminded myself to print an intervention banner for the next time I see her.
“Yeah, I genuinely have no idea where I am.”
“Are you clothed?”
Something I should have wondered myself, however M was usually the rational one in the group; the one who thought things through and knew how to get out of a situation like this—not that she would ever be in a situation like this. “Eh, kind of. A thong and someone else’s shirt count as clothes, right?”
“Riiight, I’m going to go out on a limb here and say you have over stayed your welcome in a strange one-night-stands apartment.”
“Yeah probably.” And there goes my “stop being a skank” resolution. I walked towards a chair by a window that was covered in long, black-out curtains, where I saw my dress neatly placed. I yanked the stranger’s shirt off of my body before sliding my long maxi-dress back on. I pulled back the curtains to reveal the most gorgeous view of Manhattan that I had ever seen outside of tumblr. “M, does he have to be a one night stand? I really like his apartment. Can’t I just keep him?”
“Do you know his name?”
Sheepishly, I replied, “No, but—”
“Then you can’t keep him.”
Ugh, who’s making these rules?
It's short, I know, but I've got more planned.