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Day 3 - Part 1

I wake up to the quiet knock on the door. I roll to my side and reach for a watch. What? It's already 10 past ten.
Quickly I jump up and try to find an old t-shirt and joggings to wear. Anything.
I run fingers trough my hair to settle them down a little. But it doesn't apparently work very well, because when I open the door, she looks at me and an amused smile spreads over her face.
-I didn't wake you, did I? she asks raising her eyebrows as walking me by.
For a moment I'm annoyed, but only for a moment. I mean seeing her smiling like that pays back the fact that my mouth tastes awful. After not getting sleep previous night I had opened the mini-bar and emptied most of the whiskey I could find from it. Somewhere around 4 am I must have passed out.
-You look kind of� awful, she says and I hear laughter in her voice, somewhere deep down there. I stare at her and she starts to feel uncomfortable, wrinkles her forehead. I turn and close the door.
-I - feel - awful, I put too much weight on my words trying to stick to the moment.
-I think you need breakfast.
She looks at me and nods in a way that reminds me of my grandma. But on her that old gesture looks good.
-Yeah, definitely breakfast. And some painkillers?
-Please do.
I go to the window and hear her to exclaim when I open the curtains. I close those at once.
-Why why why? I cry when I turn back to the room. -Why does the sun have to shine just today when it's been hiding for two weeks?
She stands in the middle of the room.
-You go get a shower. I order you food and coffee. And painkillers. Definitely painkillers.
-Please do, I repeat.

When I get to the bathroom I rest my head against the mirror and try to figure out if my eyes are as red as they feel to be. And at the same time I wonder how easy it was to make her smile like that. What would she do if I'd be drunk?
I let that thought slip by me, just turn the water as cold as possible and force myself to go under that. As I roar in there, I hear her laughing in my bedroom. And it warms me more that you can imagine.

After standing ten minutes under running water I feel confident enough to return to the room. Mean time breakfast has arrived, she has opened the curtains and a window, letting cold wind breeze in refreshing the air. Coffee smells good and for my surprise I feel hunger groaning in my stomach.

I sit on the chair. She's pulled the small table beside the bed so that breakfast lays there in between us as he sits on the bed her legs crossed.

She looks at me investigating.
-Ready to eat? she asks.
Urgently I nod.
-Good, she smiles. -It will make you feel better. But you knew that already, didn't you?
Hell, it isn't my first hangover.
-So do I, she admits and sorrow creeps on her once again. -So do I.
Just then I remember where we're left last night. Before I have time to ask her wait before telling me more, she's already closed her eyes and dropping words from her lips.

-Hey man, where you've been? AJ asked when Kevin returned to the party.
-I was, uh, walking outside, he answered.
-Looking chicks at the pool? Howie giggled. -Our dirty old man.
Kevin smiled quickly, making Brian even more suspicious. Kevin had been gone over an hour. Brian had tried to find him, he'd gone around the party asking for him. But then Leighanne reminded him:
-No one knows he's missing. And if you keep asking about him, you'll get someone else on his trace too. Is that what you want? Besides he must have gone home.
-Oh no, he would have said something.
-Let it go, Brian. Kevin is a big boy, he can take care of himself.
Brian wasn't so sure. For a moment he hated his wife for planting ideas like that in his head. As if Kevin and Kristin wouldn't be happy together. But then again, there the man stood, looking some kind of weird, wait is that grass on his shirt?
-This party sucks, Nick said.
-What? You're here? Where are your chicks? Kevin turned to see Nick who sprawled on the sofa.
-Oh man, you wouldn't believe even if I told.
Everybody else nodded because Nick had given them little briefing about occasion upstairs.
At the same time yell started to wave into the room.
-Ten, nine, eight�
Kevin sat down looking as bored as everyone else.
-Five, four, three�
-How cool is this, Nick sneered.
-HAPPY NEW YEAR!
Howie leaned to kiss Alicia.
-So are we ready to go home? AJ asked.

-Be-Bob took me to the house we stayed. Peach was already there. Pie wasn't. Or Ophelia. But I was too high to really understand anything. I remember being carried in. It was a small, really nice house in Beverly Hills. We had privilege to stay there, just four of us. I passed out as soon as I was in my bed. Maybe I passed out on my way there, I don't know. I woke up later, when Pie came home.

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