The first morning after, ever.
I'm still tired.
This is a step up from how exhausted I was a few hours ago, but I wouldn't mind a few more hours. The problem is, its already twelve thirty. Our friends have probably tried contacting us a few times by now. Whether they know what happened, or they think they know what happened, or they don't even want to guess about what happened ( Read more... )
This is a step up from how exhausted I was a few hours ago, but I wouldn't mind a few more hours. The problem is, its already twelve thirty. Our friends have probably tried contacting us a few times by now. Whether they know what happened, or they think they know what happened, or they don't even want to guess about what happened ( Read more... )
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I mean, really tired. Not interested in moving at all. I'm too comfortable for it. Who really cares about school anyway? After this, there's college, and that's something I'm not looking forward to. Why go there and be reminded of it? It doesn't work for me.
This? This does. After last night, and then this morning just getting to sleep, instead of that version of sleep that's actually code, but that is definitely pretty good too.
I thought we figured everything out. Carly's an actress, so I could worry a little, but I'm not going to.
Damn, I'm still waking up. And I just realized I should have paid attention to at least some of the stuff that Johnny was saying when he talked about the morning after, instead of just tuning him out so I wouldn't freak, because I don't know what to do ( ... )
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Not quite.
Morning came and went. We're on to the afternoon now, and hopefully, it'll be a little more productive than my morning was. Unless making one phone call counts as productive.
Whatever. I don't think I care about whether staying home was a good idea or not. I can handle the missed work. I can dodge the questions. If all else fails, I can even tell the truth.
..Just not to any of my teachers.
"How long've you been up?"Why don't I know the answer to this one ( ... )
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Yeah.
Doesn't help me at all. No reaction, and a 'yeah' tells me nothing. Absolutely nothing. And I'm not going to let that get to me. I should just get up, and get dressed, and then figure out what I'm going to do.
But I'm sorta busy trying to figure her out, so... Okay, getting up now.
I got out of Carly's bed, and got my pajamas back on, and looked at the clock again. Of course, I don't even know if we should bother still going to school, but if she wants to go, I'll go.
I really wish she'd tell me something.
Maybe she's waiting for this to get weird. But that's making it weird. So she's making it weird by assuming it's going to get weird. I thought we were going to stop letting what everyone else says get to us?
I know I'm trying to remember what I'm told now, but I'm trying to remember the actual advice, not the crap that was supposed to scare me off from this.
Since that obviously didn't work, it's sort of pointless to hold onto, y'know ( ... )
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Sam's happy. I like that.
I think we should be. If you don't think about what's going to happen next, then there's no reason to be upset. Today is a good day. Tomorrow is the day when everyone starts asking questions. We have almost twenty-four hours to be happy, as long as Sam doesn't rush out to go check on Madsen or something. As weird as that sounds to me, I think its an actual possibility.
Obviously, Madsen isn't going to be happy about this. Daphne won't be either, but I don't care. They shouldn't have any say over what goes on with me and Sam. What we do doesn't affect them as long as they don't butt in. I mean, really. I don't see what the big deal is to the two of them.
They let this stuff make them crazy, and then Sam and I get stuck dealing with it.
"We should eat something.""Okay." I nodded. "I'll be right down." Then I turned over on my side to avoid having to stare at the sun. Its a thing with having a white room. Light just pours in and tries to kill you ( ... )
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