The day started with vomit and the uneasy feeling of not knowing where the hell I was. "Oh god, not again," I thought to myself as I woke up in an apartment that seemed only vaguely familiar. After those four words, an immediate thunder struck my head and the pain of my hangover became too unbearable for words. "Why do I always do this?" I feel like the mornings after shows are always unbearable. I need to start remembering things from the night before. Some might associate blacking out with alcholism, but in no way am I an alcholic- I'm in a band. I looked around the room for a sign as to whose apartment I was in, but there was no one around. It had to have been someone I knew because there were pictures of me. But as I continued to look around, I only saw more pictures of myself, and only myself. The chills rushed over me and my already nauseous stomache turned. I gathered my belongings to make my escape when the door opened.
"No... Not Jessie." I thought to myself as the tall, gap- toothed, dark haired girl walked in the room with two white paper bags. Jessie Ringade wasn't exactly a stalker, but she wasn't exactly your everyday fan. In fact, she's the president of the Justin West fan club, cute, huh? She's come to every single one of my shows, before I even made it out of my parents' garage. She was really a sweet girl, with good, well mostly good, intentions, but in no way was I interested in her. I am such an idiot, if I thought she was annoying before, now it can only get worse. Oh no, is that breakfast in her hands? I'm not the share breakfast the morning after type of guy, especially not with creepy fans. And now I've given her the complete wrong idea. I think I'm going to be sick again. I need to leave this apartment, what is that horrible stench, rotten eggs? It smells terrible.
"I brought breakfast for you! I was thinking maybe we could eat breakfast, go see a movie or something, maybe come back here and cuddle for a little while, and then my parents have invited us to dinner at their house! What do you think?" She asked hopefully."Look, Jessie... I don't exactly know what happened last night but I was really drunk and I don't want you to get the wrong idea... It sounds like you have a fun day planned anyway so I think I'm just gonna head back home, I don't want you to take it personally. I just have a lot of stuff I need to do and..." She cut me off, thankfully, because I was running out of excuses. "No, it okay," her voice began to shake as tears welled up in her eyes. "Shit, please don't cry, I can't deal with tears right now," I thought to myself. She continued, "Really, I get it, sorry for bothering you, you should probably just go home, I know you're busy."
Damn. Girls can make you feel like such an ass when they want. Or maybe I was an ass? Nah. "Okay, well thanks anyway, I hope your day you've got planned is fun," I replied to Jessie, who seemed like she was genuinely okay with it. I started to leave and reminded myself that she had a lot to do today and she was fine. As I closed the door, I heard a noise behind the door, kind of like a sob, but it was probably just the neighbor's cat wanting attention. Luckily, my place was just up the elevator. Damn, it was hot though, is it ever going to rain here? I literally can't remember the last time it rained. Then again, I literally can't remember a lot of things.
