Never Again

I woke up that morning with a pounding headache. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and reluctantly sat up. “I drunk waay too much last night,” I groaned, closing my eyes and running my fingers through my black tangled hair. I slowly got up and walked into my kitchen where I was greeted by empty glasses, paper plates and a huge red stain in my carpet. “Shit,” I mumbled, moving in to look closer. I threw my head into my hands, “that’s gonna be a nightmare to get out.” I walked back into my bedroom to grab my phone, I needed Goggle's advice on this one, I had heard salt could help but that sounded way too easy. However before I even reached my bedroom I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. I looked terrible. Black make up streamed down from my eyes and there were smudges of red lipstick all over my cheek. I knew I’d gotten drunk when I hadn't even bothered to take my make up off before crashing out. I took a deep breath a decided the first thing I had to do was get myself into that shower.

After showering, washing up what felt like a million glasses and throwing away a dustbin bag amount of rubbish I finally felt hungry. Just as I was getting my coat on I heard my phone buzz from the other room.
“Hey, how you feeling?” I heard Billie smile down the phone.

“Pretty rough,” I groaned, I thought about it for a bit and then I slowly asked, “what happened last night?” I heard Billie laugh and I knew it was going be bad.

“Well apart from confessing you love to almost every guy in the room, running around in your bra and trying to make out with James, nothing really,” she giggled.

“Oh Billie!” I sighed, “I can’t believe I’m so stupid! This is exactly why I can’t drink” I huffed.

“Oh, don’t stress Scarlett, it was fine, pretty much everyone was drunk so they didn't pay any-“

“But you wasn't,” I butted in.

“Well someone’s gotta keep an eye on the light weight,” she laughed.

“Shut up!” I laughed, “anyway, I’m heading out right now, gotta get some food in, I’ll catch you latter okay?” We said our goodbyes and I put down the phone.

I then realised I needed to call James, I felt so embarrassed but I knew he would understand as I was quite obviously drunk and I knew 100% that he was gay, he also knew I was never normally like that.
“Hey...”

“Hey babe, you feeling alright after last night?” He asked.

“No, not really, Billie told me what I did, I’m so sorry, I didn't mean it I-“

“Babe, chill, it’s cool,” he laughed.

“Are you sure? I mean it must have been awkward for you, you know I don’t fancy you in that way, I love you, just not like that!” we both laughed realising how stupid I was.

“I think all that wine got to your head,” he laughed, “trust me it’s fine, I’d rather you tried to make out with me than some straight guy anyway, he might have taken advantage of your drunk ass,” we both laughed.

“When you put it like that….”

“Listen you get yourself back into bed, don’t worry about last night, it wasn't your finest hour but you had fun and it was a great night.” I smiled down the phone, no matter how bad I felt, James was always there to cheer me up. I was grateful for my friends, I truly was.

 Billie and I had been friends since we were in high school, she was new to the school from Holland when I met her and I remember her not knowing a word of English which my thirteen year old self found very funny. The teacher paired us together and we had never separated since. James I had met later on in college. He was the eccentric joker who made me giggle throughout the never ending literature lessons - which is another thing I am grateful for. He always made it clear he was gay, I admired him for that, and he never hid away his sexuality or denied it which made me feel comfortable around him, as he was comfortable around himself.

After saying good bye to James I realised I needed to do some serious Christmas shopping, 6 days? Seriously?! However feeling hugely hangover and my head still aching, I decided I'd just get my groceries and go back to sleep.