A Bad Year || c.h.

Wake Up

I groaned and sat up in my bed. The sun was shining through my window into my eyes. I held my hand up to block it. I looked at the bedside table to look at the clock that was placed there. It read twelve o'clock. I groaned once more and crawled out of my comfy bed.

I stumbled into my bathroom and looked in the mirror to find myself an complete mess. I quickly went to work to get the smudged makeup off my face. After minuets of scraping the stuff off my face, it was clean. I didn't bother with my messy, still braided hair. I usually spent my day with messy hair until I left for the hospital anyways.

I walked out of my bedroom and into the kitchen area. My head was literally busting. I hadn't been hungover in ages. I had forgotten how unpleasant it was. I opened the cabinet and fumbled around for some aspirin. I got it out and opened the bottle, then took two of the small pills. I threw the now empty bottle in the trash, and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge.

"Wake up lazy ass," I said after walking into the living room across from the kitchen. Taylor was lying on the couch, still passed out. She groaned in response.

"Taylor," I tried. She didn't move. I sat down my water and walked to the other side of the couch. I grabbed her by her sides and pulled her off the couch and into the floor.

"What the hell Gabby?" She shouted, looking up at me from the cold, wooden floor.

"It's twelve, time to get the hell up Taylor," I said. She rolled her eyes as she got up.

"Please, I don't even wake up until two half the time."

"Well, you're at my house. We don't sleep that late here," I said. She groaned and sat down. She was still in her party dress and she was a worst mess than I was when I woke up.

"Can I borrow some clothes?" She asked.

"No."

"Seriously, you're being stingy now?" She said. I laughed slightly.

"I was kidding. Of course you can," I said. She followed me to my room. I fumbled in my closet for something. I pulled out a dress and handed it to her.

"It's black," she stated.

"Yeah, I'm not colorblind."

"I understand you're a depressing, boring person, but I can't wear this. Give me something with color," she said. I rolled my eyes and took the dress back. I looked around in my almost colorless closet. I pulled out a blue band shirt and gave it to her.

"Who's All Time Low?" She asked, reading the name on the shirt.

"The best band ever," I stated, pulling out a pair of normal blue jean shorts and tossing them at her.

"This is slightly better. You have to give me shoes and some kind of jewelry too," she said.

"Fine," I said to her. She walked away to bathroom and stopped at the doorway.

"I'm gonna take a shower. Mind if I use your makeup when I'm done too?" She asked. I sighed at her.

"It's fine greedy," I replied. She smiled and disappeared into the bathroom. I continued looking through my closet for something I could wear. All my nice dresses were pushed to the back, because I prefer not to wear them. I was more of a jeans and shirt kind of person.

I fumbled through the clothes, looking for something to wear. I settled on a black and red Nirvana muscle shirt paired with red skinny jeans. I laid my clothes down on the bed and walked out of the room to the living room. I sat down on the couch and turned on the television. I mindlessly fumbled through the channels trying to find something to watch with little luck.