Page 15 of Spiralling Skywards
“Get up andmake me a coffee pleeeeeeaaaaaase,” Sasha begged from somewhere beside me.
“Why are you in my bed again, please enlighten me?”
“No clue, I think we made tea and toast and then we were talking and must’ve just fallen asleep in here.”
“Ahh yeah. I vaguely remember. See this is the reason I don’t drink. I bet we had a really great night last night, but I remember very little after my brother blew out his cake.”
“Candles.”
“What?” I wanted to open my eyes and give Sasha my best what-the-fuck-are–you-talking-about look, but my head hurt too much.
“He blew out his candles, not his cake. You said ‘cake’.”
“Again, another reason I don’t drink, it makes me stupid.”
“Meeehhh, don’t think that can be blamed entirely on alcohol.”
I bent my knee and kicked backwards like a donkey until the flat of my foot made contact with my friend’s arse.
“Oofff! What the fuck was that for? Keep on, and I won’t remind you that you need to get up soon and start getting ready for your big date tonight.”
My eyes flew open. I sat up and the room swayed. I closed my eyes and laid back down, all the while my stomach churned.
“Holy shit. Liam Delaney. How did I forget about him?”
“My point exactly when it comes to you blaming alcohol on your stupidity.”
“Do you wanna walk across the landing and go back to your own cold bed?”
“Do you want wardrobe advice and your hair curled later.”
Yes, indeed I did. I remained silent and hoped that the bed, the room, and our house, would all stop moving.
“Exactly.”
Neither of us spoke for a few minutes.
“Fuck my head hurts,” Sasha finally whispered.
“Hm hm,” was all I had.
“Fuck, you’ve got a date with a smoking hot Aussie tonight.”
My insides and my toes all curled at once. I did, I really did have a date with a smoking hot Aussie tonight.
“Will you shut up? I already feel sick.”
“Noted.”
“I really need coffee. What time is it?”
“No clue. Not sure what was in my gin, or those tequila shots, or that champagne last night, but I think it’s made me blind this morning.”
“I think it was bleach, it made my tongue feel funny. Bleach would do that—” I paused and tilted my head. “This morning? It’s still morning then?”
“Seriously, that’s all you got from that? You think we may have potentially drank bleach and will need a Labrador and a white stick for the rest of our lives, which doesn’t even begin to explain how you know that bleach makes your tongue swell. When was the last time you drank it?”
“Why are my brother and Will standing at the end of my bed naked?”
