I woke up wearing the same clothes from last night, safe at home, in my own bed. I can smell coffee and bacon, it's probably Dean, she never fails to make me breakfast.
I remembered a little bit of what happened before things got out of hand.
We went out for drinks and Alex's ex-boyfriend arrived when everyone was already drunk, mainly me. Then they waited for Air to leave and started chatting about something. I was buzzed but I heard bits here and there.
Some irrelevant douche: You gonna talk about this in front of Frances?
Jay: She's so drunk, she won't remember a thing. Right, Franny?
Then they erupted into laughter.
I slowly planted my feet on the floor, sitting in bed but everything was spinning. I gazed down, placed a hand on my forehead, and closed my eyes.
What was I thinkin
