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As we made our way to the club, Becca turned to me with a severe look on her face, "Why don’t you ever drive?" she asked.
I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the question.
"Because I'm dumb," I replied, trying to hold back my laughter.
"What do you mean you're dumb?" she asked, her eyes widening in surprise.
"I mean, I've failed my driving test every time I've taken it," I replied with a grin.
Becca shook her head in disbelief. "You're smartly dumb, then," she said with a laugh. "How can you start a successful company from scratch but not pass a simple driving test?"
I laughed so hard that my stomach hurt. Becca always had a way of making me feel better, lifting my spirits, and reminding me of my strengths. I was grateful to have her as my friend.
As we pulled up to the club, I could feel the excitement building inside me. The music was pumping, and the crowd outside was dressed to the nines. We made our way into the club, and the atmosphere was electric. The lights were flashing, and the bass was thumping.
We didn't bother going to the VIP section or trying to be classy this time. We headed over to the general dance floor and hit it off. I drank much more alcohol than I should have, and when it was time to leave, we went out to the parking lot and stood next to Becca's car for the longest time.
At some point, I started screaming Anthony's name.
"Shhhh… Anthony is home sleeping now. You don't want to wake him," Becca cautioned.
I laughed drunkenly, "I wasn't planning on going to his house, silly. I just miss him, you know?" I stumbled a bit, and Becca held me up.
"Come on, let's get you home," she said, guiding me into her car. “On second thought, I’m taking you back to my place. I’m not leaving you alone tonight.
As we drove to Becca’s, I looked out the window and watched the city lights blur by. It was beautiful, but my mind kept drifting back to Anthony. I wondered what he was doing at this moment and if he was thinking about me too.
We finally made it back to Becca's house and I stumbled out of the car. I leaned against the side of the car for a moment, trying to steady myself.
"You okay?" Becca asked, looking at me with concern.
"I'm fine," I said, waving her off. "Just a bit drunk."
We stumbled into her house, collapsing onto the couch. Becca turned on the TV, and we started flipping through the channels. I tried to focus on the screen, but my mind kept wandering back to Anthony. I sighed and leaned my head back, closing my eyes for a moment.
"Hey, you alright?" Becca asked, nudging me with her elbow.
"Yeah, just thinking," I said, opening my eyes again.
"About Anthony?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.
Becca chuckled. "You're such a romantic, you know that?"
I rolled my eyes and leaned back against the couch, letting out a long sigh.
***
As I stumbled out of the guest room, the sunlight streaming through the windows felt like a stab in my eyes. My head throbbed with every step, and my stomach churned with nausea. I made my way to the bathroom, gripping the walls for support, and leaned over the toilet to empty the contents of my stomach. The stench of alcohol mixed with bile filled my nostrils, making me gag even more.
Becca must have heard me because she came into the bathroom, looking concerned. She helped me up and handed me a small bottle, claiming it was a hangover remedy. I gulped it down without a second thought, hoping it would ease my pain. Then I trudged back to bed, collapsing onto it with a groan.
"Becca, never allow me to drink ever again," I muttered. She chuckled softly and left the room, allowing me to rest. After a while, I managed to drag myself out of bed and change into some of the clothes Becca had brought in excess, still feeling weak and unsteady.
As I walked into the living room, the enticing aroma of freshly cooked breakfast filled my nostrils, and my mouth watered at the sight of the spread. Becca had made pancakes, scrambled eggs, and bacon—all of my favorite foods.
"You should eat," she said, gesturing towards the food.
