"I was drunk" he shouted. "Me too!" I answered with an exasperated voice. It should never have happend. We should have kept it at one single beer. No, even better, we should not have drunk. We should never have met. Now everything is ruined. His life and mine. What do we do now? I swing my arms frustraded in the air. I can't talk with him if he is that mad. He goes away and I walk to the window and move the curtains to look outside, trying to calm myself. I bearly have showed my face to the outside world when an attack of cameraflashes hits my eyes. I close the curtains quikly and go back to the bed. I sight when i'm sitting on the bed of the hotelroom. Now look at us, both don't know what to do, surrounded by a pack of journalist who want to know every detail of our story when we don't even remember those details. My phone has ringed a thousand times 'cause my friends want to know what happend, but i don't want to answer them. We have made a mess of our lifes. I sight again en go lie in the bed. Yesterday everthing was fine, we had fun togheter, we could do wathever we wanted. My eyes tear up when i realise this never gonna happen again 'cause it want be possible. On that moment he comes back into the hotelroom, still mad at me. "I hate you" he screams "it's all your fault!" Now it was my time to shout: "What?! All my fault! We were bolth drunk, remember?" He stopt shouting, we were both quiet. We were looking at eachother, still mad at eachother. Gosh, he still is handsome, maybe a little more now he's mad... What does he do with my brains?! They want work normally anymore. I see something changes in his eyes "O gosh, your so beautiful" he sights. -Can't call you mine.-
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