Thursday, February 26, 2009

Chances. (A story in progress)

Chapter 1: The Hangover.

It was about eleven in the morning when I woke up from my sleep. I had a weird dream about the day I first met her. It's been a while since our first encounter but I'm still hoping that I would meet her again. I got up and went to the restroom to release my loads of liquid. When I got out of the rest room I started feeling dizzy, and there it was, the hangover kicking in.

I quickly grabbed on the handle of the restroom door and slowly got up to regain my balance. I see my brother in the computer room with other friend. I walk slowly, still feeling dizzy and now I have a massive head ache. I stumble across the hallway over to my brother and friend. Still not sure which of my friend was with my brother because of the hangover.

I felt sicker than a person who's going through kimo. My brother laughs at me when I fall to the ground then hurries to my aid. He helps me up, puts my arm over his shoulder and guides me to a chair. I realize it was Eric who was with my brother chilling in the computer room.

"Hey Josh!" someone yells out my brothers name.

I turned around to look and it was Ben, telling Josh to clean up in the garage where the party was held. I tried to get up but ended up just falling back on the chair. Eric started laughing at me telling me how much I drank last night. I started to remember how the party was going before I passed out on the couch. I remember dancing around with a beer on my hand yelling "PARTY! PARTY!" looking like a complete jackass. Well i guess you never really know what you would do after a few shots of vodka, tequila, and couple bottles of beer.

Eric in the other hand didn't really drink much. I doubt he would even be able to get off his bed if he drank as much as I did. He has long hair, skinny and tall but don't let that fool you. He has muscles underneath his skinny body. He always wears a beanie looking like a stoner, not that he isn't one. He hands me a glass of water and tells me that I need to drink some liquids. I told him it would be better if he made me some coffee instead.

Ben and Josh walks in the computer room and started playing music. I told them to lower it down because it felt like someones digging in my skull. Ben is Eric's brother. Unlike Eric, Ben is more muscular and has longer hair. He wears glasses and always walks as if he's the coolest kid on the block. My brother, Josh, is really not that much muscular compared to the Gonzales brothers (Eric and Ben). He's a little bit more squishy and chubby. He's an average height about 5'6 or 5'7. He always wear his jacket and zips it up 3/4 of the way. He has a simple black colored hair that's shaped like a mohawk.

I looked around the room and no one seems to be feeling the same way as me. Everyone looks fine as if they didn't even party last night. I felt like a retard when i realized I'm the only one who suffered the "Hangover." Eric hands me my coffee this time. It was freaking hot and burned my tongue when i took a sip. It was black and bitter just the way it should be when someone has a hangover. Well at least that's how I want it.

I started feeling better after couple minutes. I had breakfast and drank some Tylenol for my headache. After we ate, we headed back to the computer room where we sat down and had some discussion. Josh tells me that I have to go pick up his little girlfriend since he had to go home and check in with our mom. They're not officially together yet becase Josh is to much ofa coward to ask her out adn make a move, but I like to tease him and call her his little girlfriend. The Gonzales brothers finished cleaning up the garage and told us that we can leave since there's no more cleaning to do. We said our goodbyes headed down the hill where the bus stop rests. My brother had to take a different bus to go home and I have to take another bus heading to his little girlfriends house. His bus came first and he goes on and waves a hand to me and sits next to an old man who stared at im as he was some kind of alien.

there I sit and wait by myself in the bus stop for someone else benefit. Not knowing that this would actually lead me to something wonderful.

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