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LOL. it's late. i can't sleep and the fucking script is on pandora. I decided to try and make a gay story out of it. Sorry for the grammar, the transitions, run-ons, context blah blah blah.. like i said, i'm not a writer. :l


I solemnly look around the place. The bed a mess and a few beer bottles scattered around I ruffled my hair and walked towards the bathroom door. I glanced myself on the mirror and leaned against the sink. The throbbing pain of a hang over came to and I groaned in pain...

-flashback-

"Hey, easy there buddy. You sure you're alright? You shouldn't drink anymore you're fucking drunk." Jake grabbed my shoulder reassuringly.

"Yeah man. Come on now." Rick held me up as I came tumbling down the steps

"Shut the fuck nnn...you don't understand." I pushed them away from me as I came to, holding onto the railings and fences that we passed by. They gave each other worried glances. I stumbled to the bridge as passerbys walk past me laughing. I shook my head. I stagged and leaned onto the rails and yelled: ----------!!!!!!

Jake and Rick ran up to me, stumbling too trying to pull me away from the rails.

I blacked out after that...

I stared again at the person in the mirror and sighed. "Fuck." I muttered. Walked out and lay in bed, grabbing the phone I dialed her number.

*beep*.........

I sighed and turned to a picture of us..

She said nothing..