�Shit.� I knocked over a glass as I reached for the phone. I looked over at the alarm clock to see that it was 3:30 in the morning; I have to be up for work in two hours and damn, I just remembered I had fruit punch in that damn glass,
�Hello?� Loud music blasted through the phone and I could hear people shouting in the background,
�Hey Winnie.� Winnie? Who the fuck is Winnie? Not only is it not an emergency it�s the wrong damn number,
�You have the wrong number.�
�Its me�Nick, you said call anytime.� I stretched and tried to clear my head,
�Nick?�
�There you go with that moan�you really shouldn�t do that baby.� It figures he would take anytime as really meaning anytime,
�Its 3:30 are you ok?� He giggled,
�Yeah, I�m great.� I shook my head and sat up,
�Are you drunk?� He giggled again and if I wasn�t sure before I was sure now that he was definitely drunk,
�Yes, I�m drunk. Come see me.� What the hell is wrong with him?
�Where are you?� I could hear him call out to someone and ask where they were,
�I�m in Chicago.� I rolled my eyes and kicked the sheets from off of me,
�Nick, I can�t go to Chicago�you don�t even know what you�re saying. What�s wrong?� He started talking to people in the background and I just lay there and listened to them.
�What�s up baby?� I thought he was talking to me until I heard a woman,
�Come on. Let�s go to bed. I�m ready.� She has to be on his lap because I can hear every word, moan and kiss. Hearing him talking to her, hearing him kiss her made me feel bad. I don�t know why but it makes me feel kind of pathetic sitting here listening to him with someone else. I felt like a wife trapped in the closet suffering through hearing her husband have sex with another woman. I clear my throat,
�Nick, I�m hanging up�bye.� I rolled my eyes as I remembered I needed to clean the carpet. I walked into the bathroom and found a sponge as the phone rang,
�Hello?� It was Nick but there wasn�t as much background noise as before,
�Why did you hang up? I was talking to you.�
�You weren�t talking to me�you were making out. I have to wake up in two hours and go to work, I don�t get to lay around until noon.�
�Why are you mad?� Why am I mad? Because he�I don�t even know. I just want to go back to sleep,
�Nick, I�ll call you in the morning ok?� I could hear her in the background,
�Ok Winnie, whatever.� Why the hell was he calling me Winnie I wondered as he hung up. After throwing the sponge in the sink and washing my hands I lay in bed and all I can think about is Nick in bed with a woman. I opened my eyes and stared into the darkness. Something about hearing Nick drunk, the loud noise and the girl made me sick to my stomach. I didn't want to think that was his life and I didn't want to overanalyze it but I couldn�t help but worry about him.
I groaned as the alarm clock went off, it seemed as if I had just went to sleep then I remembered I had. I stumbled into the shower and it took almost drowning myself before I wake up. I�m bored mindless and I definitely need to start getting out more. I�ll look through the paper at work and find something to do tonight. I�m on a roll and realize I don�t have to leave for work for another twenty minutes and settled down to watch the news and eat my breakfast. I leaned over and picked up the phone, might as well call Nick now, not that he needed me to but it�s more for me than for him. I listened and waited for the voice mail to pick up,
�Hi Nick its Quinn, just calling to make sure you�re ok, you seemed out of it last night and I�m just worried about you. Take care of yourself. Talk to you later.� I hung up the phone and finished my breakfast trying as I watched the last part of the news. Walking out the door I was determined to start thinking about plans for tonight.
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