I groaned and pulled myself out of bed, short hair sticking up in ways previously unknown to mankind. I brushed it, the pain of hair being ripped from my scalp competing with that of the one in my head. Looking down, I saw that I was wearing the same dirty, bar smelling clothes from yesterday. 

Disgusted, I pulled them off and threw them in the laundry by themselves. My phone buzzed and I looked down. Eleven missed calls. Ten from Patrick, one from sweet old Andy asking me why I was ignoring Patrick. 

I ignored them both.

I pulled on a pair of shorts and a Fall Out Boy tee shirt-the first clothes I grabbed. Luckily, it wasn't the one with a picture of all of them on it. I wasn't sure I could look at Patrick without bawling. 

I played a movie on Rainierland-Forrest Gump-of course. The movie was halfway through when my phone began to buzz with ceaseless calls, of of them messaging me at once. Annoyed, I debated throwing the phone at the wall. Then I realized the kind of emotional damage it would cause me to break my phone and shut it off instead. 

I was at the part of the movie where Forrest was proposing to Jenny. "I'm not a smart man, but I know what love is." He drawled simply.

 I threw a skittle at the tv and yelled at Jenny. "You idiot! He loves you don't you see?! And you don't even care! I'M GOING TO KILL YOU!"

This may seem extreme, but at the part when they were kids on the tree I was screaming at them to "KISS ALREADY!"

"Whoa, whoa." Patrick entered the room, sounding surprised. "It's just a movie, Bailey."

I whirled on him, angry again. "IT'S NOT JUST A MOVIE, IT'S MY LIFE IN THE FORM OF A MOVIE YOU IDIOT."

Patrick backed up in surprise, hands held up in surrender. "Um, are you still drunk?"

"How do you know about that?" I asked, sinking onto the bed.

"Pete told me, of course." He put his hands into his jean pockets and shrugged.

"What did he tell you, exactly?" I wondered, picking at a loose thread on my blanket.

He sat down at the edge of my bed and I scooted away. He moved closer, I moved away. Again and again until I just stood up and leaned against the wall. Taking the hint, Patrick stayed there. "Just that you and him had a few drinks. Sang Karaoke, of all things. She wants to dance like Uma Thurman bury me till I confess." He sang, smile not really reaching his eyes. 

"Because I didn't have enough of a headache already." I grumbled.

"Ouch." Patrick actually looked hurt. Usually I loved it when he sang to me. Then again, usually I wasn't tired and hung over and usually he didn't interrupt me in the middle of Forrest Gump. 

Oh yeah, and usually I didn't just see him with another girl.

"You know, Bailey, I have better things to do than get snapped at by a drunk girl." He shook his head and stood up. "I think I'll go back to my sister. At least she wants to see me."

I had a facepalm moment. "Sister?" I asked, hating how my life had turned into the soppiest of soap operas. 

"Yeah," Patrick scoffed, "Not like you care any but-"

"I do care." I said quietly. "I thought she was-" I blushed, "Your girlfriend or something. I guess I was mad you didn't tell me."

Patrick sat back down on the bed and I joined him. "Why would I not tell you?" He asked, fiddling with his fedora. 

"I don't know. I thought maybe you didn't trust me anymore." I was lying through my teeth now.

He hugged me, "Of course I trust you, Bailey. Maybe more than anyone else."

"I know." I whispered, feeling awful. I stood up and reached my arms out to Patrick. "As a sorry, let me buy you a fedora, any one you-" I stumbled and dropped his hands. The dots appeared in my vision again and I felt like I was going to throw up. "You want." I finished weakly.

Patrick smiled at me, but looked concerned. I smiled at him, and he shrugged, picking me up princess style. "No, my treat. I didn't mean to make you worried."

"Patrick," I whispered, "Put me down."

He grinned at me, oblivious. "You love me." He said.

"PATRICK!" I screamed. My body was on fire, and not in a good way. Everywhere I felt like a thousand needles were stabbing me, every pore, every inch of skin. I groaned and rolled out of his arms.

"Bailey?" He asked, looking shaken. "I didn't mean to-"

"Ambulance." I stopped him, hair already matted with sweat. "Call...ambulance."

He picked up my phone and did, stepping around me lightly and not touching me. He knelt in front of me hesitantly. "Bailey? What's going on?" He asked, voice and face blurring.

"I couldn't tell where the heavens stopped and the Earth began...."

"Bailey!" Patrick yelled. My eyes rolled into my head and I didn't have to wait for the stars anymore.