Monday morning.

My head ached. If I was moving just some bit, I was sure the earth would just rotate faster, or just stop rotating. My body felt dried up, a desert in my mouth, sand in the eyes.

This wasn't how it was supposed to go.

Jenna had to be used to it, but I didn't.

Although this pain almost killed me, my heart made one jump after another.

It wasn't just Monday morning, it was even Monday morning!

I stretched out my body and spread myself on the bed as I suddenly felt Jenna lying beside me.

Jenna.

Saturday night we had been out, and honestly, it had been an escape from reality. An escape that I needed after my kiss with Harry and my deal with John – because it was slowly getting too much. Saturday night had ended not only with my worries, but also with Jenna's life stories and stories about her mother and about her time at this motel that she had told me about, and about how exactly she had decided to go to Walgreen.

I began to like her even more, if that worked. I was sure I could trust her a lot. And with her presence, she made me let myself go and forget about everything because she somehow persuaded me to have a good night and just forget about my worries – vodka included.

My head ached almost as much as yesterday when I had woken up from the adventurous, fun night, but only almost as much. Also, yesterday alcohol had been part of my day when I continued with the remaining lines of my article.

Jenna and I had danced, had sung, drunk, gossiped about Harry and also talked a little about my article – all of that in the middle of her bedroom. Jenna had said that I should think about how I wanted to decorate my article optically.

Of course, I had thought I had nothing to do about that, as it was our editor's job, but apparently it was a good thing to show that I had some ideas concerning my article.

I trusted Jenna to know much about it. In addition, I had come to the conclusion to put together my individual articles about Harry and John, write about the business of both of them and to link them skilfully.

I now rubbed my eyes and exhaled some air I didn't know I was holding, and let my article go through my mind again. I could remember zero of it. What had I written?

God, I had been so drunk the last two days.

I looked at the alarm clock next to Jenna's bed and quickly shook Jenna out from her sleep. "Come on," I almost cried. "We're going to be late."

Jenna couldn't care less as she didn't depend as much on the job as I did. I remembered that I had made many jokes on Saturday night, I had even told her that she could simply continue her career in the cooking industry, because the motel might certainly miss her. She had just laughed and drank another shot before she pulled me to the dance floor.

"I don't wanna..." She murmured now, hiding her face in the pillow as she pressed her body more into her mattress. She was laying on her stomach and hiding her body with her blanket.

If I didn't know better, I'd just get up and go to work myself. But my imaginary car didn't remain as faithful enough to me.

Surely, I was incredibly happy about the fact that it was now much later than whenever I had usually to get up at the very mornings – and I was even happier about the fact that Jenna and I were still seeing each other on Mondays, even though Miss Smith had switched our schedules.

"Well," I muttered. "Then you'll just be late." I shrugged my shoulders and then got up to make my way to Jenna's bathroom.

She was a real a real angel for letting me stay at hers. I have familiarised myself with her home and settled myself just quite well. I had my own toothbrush, shared clothes with her, helped her cooking and cleaning.

When I arrived at the bathroom I noticed, again, the second toothbrush, which I had avoided to look at until now. I didn't dare to ask Jenna to whom it belonged. If someone else lived here, she would've told me about this already. Maybe she just used two toothbrushes?

That didn't make much sense, but on the other side it was Jenna herself who barely made any sense.

When I saw her toothpaste laying on the counter next to the sink, I began to smile, even laugh a little. Two days ago, I had found it unbelievably disgusting, but I got used to it. I knew that I should get Jenna something as a sign of gratitude.

I took the toothpaste tube and squeezed it as I held it down and tried to aim my toothbrush properly as my yesterday's hangover had made me miss my toothbrush and target the carpet instead. I had been forced to roll in the carpet and set it in Jenna's small hallway which made the bathroom now revealed with an almost slippery, white floor – and I felt guilty.

I believed that the carpet was quite expensive, and my clumsy Me needed to bring it to N Damen Ave which was the, thankfully, closest cleaning service near Jenna's home.

Jenna pretended it to be half as bad, and said that she wanted to sell the carpet anyways. But, honestly, it was a really pretty carpet.

I cleaned my teeth and heard Jenna sigh in the background. "Guess what I've found," I heard her say, causing me to turn around and face her leaning towards the door frame. She was holding up my phone which didn't look as new as it had used to look.

"Dang, did you throw it on Harry's face?" She asked me, making me notice her playful voice.

I turned back to the sink and bent down as I spat out the toothpaste and put the toothbrush back into my mouth.

"So, you don't want to talk about it?" Jenna questioned, coming closer to me and making sure that I could hear her footsteps very well. She sat down on the toilet lid, which was right to my left, and crossed her legs as she ran her fingers over the cracks of my phone screen.

She looked as if she had just received the news of two lines on a pregnancy test.

I bent down again to spit out the toothpaste and cleaned my mouth. Jenna looked at me, amused, because I used her towel again. When I had been drunk last Saturday, I remember, I had told her about it. She hadn't even felt disgusted. But, it was Jenna. Jenna was Jenna. Jenna acted like Jenna. Jenna was a nice girl, and let me live here. Why be disgusted? And, I loved her for that.

But, I now didn't want to be confronted with my broken cell phone. "Why care about it?" I asked Jenna, when she refused to give back my phone as soon as I reached to it to take it away from her. "Jenna!"

"Shayleen, answer." I flinched when I heard her use my name this way. Was she angry? It was just a cell phone. God, it was just my cell phone. Not hers. What was going on?

"What?"

"Shay, guess where I found it!" She said again, making me cross my arms and lean against her sink while I looked at her.

I frowned, "No idea. Is it broken?"

"I think so," She replied. "Found it in the washin' machine!"

I moved away from the sink and went to the door frame before I turned to Jenna again, "What's the matter?"

"You must've left it in your bag." She looked down on my phone again, analysing it as if it was worth a million.

"What bag?" I remembered putting my phone in the small bag I had carried with me. I had completely forgotten about it the past two days. But I couldn't remember my phone being broken. Had I taken it with me on Saturday? Had I had a bag?

"No, stupid!" Jenna cursed, laughing now, her eyes being totally light now. "The red dress you wore to Harry's." Had I worn it for Harry or just to Harry's? I wasn't sure anymore. "It had a back pocket, I wanted to wash the dress yesterday n' found it before I put it into the washin' machine."

"Oh," I shrugged. "Thank God."

Jenna pressed the power button, making the screen now light up.

I didn't know how I broke it. If it had been in the red dress – and, yeah, Jenna undressed me – it had been impossible for me to take it with me on Saturday, in case this was the first time this dress had been touched ever since the Harry Night.

I couldn't even remember a back pocket, but I probably just forgot about it.

Just when I wanted to leave, I heard my phone make a sound. Then once again, one more time, the typical signal for a new text message.

"Guess it's broken," I noted. Certainly, it was also unexplainable for Jenna of why I acted so weirdly, because, honestly, it wasn't quite a cheap phone. But, as she held up the phone, I remembered the moment she had called me during the Harry Event, telling me that Harry wasn't the one I held him for.

My phone started to vibrate and didn't stop anymore.

"Fuck!" Jenna cursed, holding the cell phone at the very bottom while she hit it on her lap several times. "Work!"

"I did want to buy another one, anyways."

"I thought it was new?"

"Yes," I explained. "But I had lots of issues with it, I want a new one."

Jenna pulled her eyebrows together.

To my heart, and also to the heart of my poor account, it hurt that my phone now suffered this kind of suffering. My head was so full of Harry, John, the article, Miss Smith, and the new information that I hadn't put my thoughts in order the days before and hadn't known where my own property was, nor I had known where (the fuck) my phone – that I hadn't even cared about – was. Not until now.

But, it was too late now. My phone seemed to be broken. And I didn't seem to care a bit. I had more important to think about.

And, it was new, there wasn't anything important in there, anyways – except, perhaps, the schedule which Miss Smith liked to change every now and then, as it seemed.

I left the room and made my way to Jenna's closet in her bedroom which I had used the past few days. Although she had many "revealing" clothes, she had decent office clothes. Those were also a little sexy, but you could still take somebody seriously in this clothing and I was so grateful that Jenna wasn't just my friend but also my colleague, and had, therefore, the right clothes.

Just as I wanted to put out a clean, white blouse out of her closet, I heard footsteps and a noise behind me.

"What's happening?" I turned around and saw Jenna standing in front of the desk on which she obviously threw my phone on. "Maybe, it's not broken!" I pointed out and threw my hands in the air.

"It don't matter to you, anyways," Jenna replied, rolling her eyes. "We'll buy ya a new one." She shrugged, and went back to what I assumed the bathroom and let me do my work myself.

She made me crazy. I wasn't the right one to talk to today, let alone to gossip with, I was a dead woman. I was just about to be late, to look totally exhausted, and my head wouldn't stop hurting.

Yesterday, I even thought the evening before had been just an exception and today everything would be okay.

I would have liked to have some time to look over my article, again. – Time I didn't have.

When I dressed myself and took out Jenna's comb of her drawer, I carefully combed my hair and made sure to remove her hair from the comb before.

"Are ya ready?" Jenna shouted in a much better mood as she came up behind me and, of course, looked absolutely stunning in her office clothes.

"Yes," I murmured. "Almost, wait!"

Jenna had already had her bag in her hand and was, also, standing in front of the front door as I wildly ran through the room. I was surprised that she, actually, wanted to leave for work.

I plopped myself on her computer chair and searched for my article on her desktop.

"Why do you need so long?" I heard Jenna scream from the hallway, who was probably now, as I knew her, pecking her nails and fidgeting around impatiently. She, sometimes, reminded me of a toddler.

"Do you have an USB stick?" I asked in a low voice, totally absorbed as I went through the computer files.

"Yes," She answered. "Left drawer." I opened it and found various USB sticks, including an outstanding one in a bright red colour.

"Take the black one, still has some storage left!" Jenna told me. My hands groped through the rawer and, luckily, quickly caught the black one which I stuck in the right port. To my surprise, the new data carrier that was opened barely contained any files.

I scrolled through various folders and searched for my document as I suddenly felt a presence standing behind me, her hand on the top of the back of the chair.

"Whatcha need?" Jenna asked, playingly annoyed.

But, she knew very well what I was searching for.

"I cannot find my article,"

"Wait!" She interrupted my actions and put her hand on mine, which just steered the computer mouse. "Let me!" She ordered, making me get up from the chair.

She took a seat and laid her head on the palm of her left hand as she searched for my file. "Do ya remember what you called it?"

"Harry John Article."

"Very original," Jenna commented and then opened the search on her computer, entering the title that was just mentioned before she found the right one.

"How did it get there!?" I asked, surprised by the fact I didn't find this folder as I, and I was pretty sure, had been looking through all.

"No plan," Jenna replied as she put my article to the USB. I quickly pulled out the USB out of the port and then ran to her closet to find me a suitable bag.

"I know I should leave soon," I notified Jenna so that she knew I was just as aware that I wasn't really planning on staying at hers forever.

Firstly, I probably got on her nerves already.

Secondly, I didn't want to depend on somebody.

Thirdly, on Saturday she had almost taken a guy with her and my drunk Me had been freaking out about it, although I had no right as I didn't live her.

Fourthly, my stuff – I missed them.

"Dontcha wanna check if I really got it on the USB?"

"No," I interrupted Jenna. "You've definitely put it in there."

I nodded to her to show her I trusted her and that the hurry to work hadn't done anything I could regret later. I decided to continue on searching for a suitable bag. "Shit, Jenna, where are your bags?"

"On the bottom," She told me. "Shouldn't we check it again? Once, girl, I pulled my article onto the USB and then it just wasn't there when I got to work."

"Maybe you just took the wrong USB stick with you," I answered. questioning her. "You've got hella many USB sticks!"

Jenna sighed when she noticed I didn't believe her and got up from her seat, "The bag on the very right would fit well with your outfit," She politely suggested, pointing to the casual bag, which was a beautiful black and white shoulder bag.

"For sure?" I asked and took it out, eyeing it.

"Yes, let's go now." She had always been impatient and I laughed at her.

"Yes, yes,"

I put the bag around my right shoulder and looked at me in the mirror on the inside of the closet.

Quickly, I threw the USB stick into the bag and walked to the end of her hallway as I slipped into one of Jenna's pair of high heels and tore open the front door, having Jenna's presence laughing behind me.