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Post by Jacky on Mar 16, 2009 16:01:14 GMT
After a while I give up, both on sleeping and on remembering last night more clearly. I decide to try and pull myself together. As good as it gets. I get up, and head to the bathroom for a painkiller (or four) and a shower. That should clear my head a little.
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Post by Daz on Mar 16, 2009 16:02:50 GMT
I finally ring him at that point, but get no answer, because unknown to me, he's in the shower.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 16, 2009 16:04:56 GMT
I return ten minutes later still feeling like crap. I drop myself back on the matress and wait for the painkillers to kick in. As I do, I reach over for my phone.. frowning slightly when I see I've got a missed call. Anouk. Shit. Bad timing. I ring her back, figuring that's the best I can do in spite of my rotten state.  |
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Post by Daz on Mar 16, 2009 16:23:52 GMT
My phone starts ringing as I'm dressing myself in some clothes Helena gave me. A Tshirt and Jeans, both black of course  . I pick it up and frown a little at his name, before placing it to my ear, "Hi." |
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Post by Jacky on Mar 16, 2009 16:31:25 GMT
Grahh.. Sound. "Hey." I scrape my throat, uneasily. "You.. called." Obviously. |
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Post by Daz on Mar 16, 2009 16:33:47 GMT
"Yeah... Uhm. Yeah, you didn't pick up." I reply, awkward as ever.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 16, 2009 19:05:27 GMT
"I showered." I explain. For a while we're both silent, and I frown slightly. "Are you coming home?"
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Post by Daz on Mar 16, 2009 19:09:13 GMT
"Oh." I mumble.. "Oh.. Yeah. Yeah, of course I am." I frown a little, slightly hurt by that.
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Post by Jacky on Mar 16, 2009 19:10:51 GMT
"Okay." I mumble.. pulling the covers over my head, to avoid sunlight. "Talking is easier with you here." |
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Post by Daz on Mar 16, 2009 19:17:36 GMT
"Mmm... Yeah, well. Yeah. We can, Uhm, talk then.. if you want. Are you alright?" I ask, because he sounds all distant and groggy.. due to the hangover, of course. But it still worries me.
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