tia on the media bc ur prob curious

bon iver is so underrated can we jusT

does anyone know any songs as pretty as roslyn or move on by garden city movement bc i certainly dont and could use some thanks

c a l u m

I woke up with a pounding headache and something sticky on my left foot. It was uncomfortable, but not as uncomfortable as waking up in an unknown bed next to a random girl.

"Oh, shit." I whispered, looking to my left and seeing long blonde hair splayed across white pillows. Unfortunately, I hadn't said it quiet enough, and the girl moved with a small sound and pulled the white sheets from her face.

Surprise, surprise. It was Megan, the girl who threw the party. Why the hell would she sleep with me? I asked myself, I wasn't really the most smooth guy, or the most heterosexual guy, either.

It was not until now that I realized I was fully clothed.

"What happened last night?" I asked Megan, who looked sincerely unfazed by the fact that I was in a bed with her. Although, she was also not naked.

The girl ran a hand through her hair, smiling lightly. "Good morning to you, too, Calum." Okay, she knew my name at least. That's unusual.

"Sorry. I guess I just got pretty wasted last night, right?" Megan laughed, but it wasn't one of those you-did-something-stupid-so-I'm-going-to-make-fun-of-you laughs.

"Yeah, you did. You're pretty cool, though. You know a lot about stars, which is cool. You're funny, too. I tried to kiss you but you wouldn't let me because you're gay, or at least you are when you're drunk, which is, like, half our school if I'm being honest. We kind of got tired and crashed in my room at, like, three I think. That's pretty much it."

"So you spent your party hanging out with socially awkward little me?"

Megan shrugged, "I'm not much for parties. I only throw them because all my friends like them and I have the biggest house. It's not really a big deal, though. Are you hungry? We can go somewhere if you want."

Popular people being nice to me was a rare occurrence. Rare meaning it never happened. So of course it felt weird and suspicious, but I nodded anyway, feeling more comfortable with Megan's easy manner. "Do you have any painkillers? My head hurts like a bitch." Megan laughed and nodded, pulling herself from the bed and smoothing her dress.

"There's some in the bathroom on the left in the top drawer on the right. I'm gonna get dressed really quick so we can go get food, okay?" I shot the sweet girl a smile and made my way to get the medicine.

Megan's house was trashed. But I just assumed she would be used to the almost weekly mess and said nothing as we walked outside to her gray Mercedes. "What do you want to eat?" She asked kindly.

"I could really go for some pancakes, what do you think?" So we went to iHop. (do yall have ihop bc dam)

I realized at around 2 P.M. that I hadn't checked my phone in over 20 hours, which is a lot for me. But that was probably because it was dead when I woke up. I thanked Megan for the party and breakfast and whatever else I could before she stopped me, and gave her my number.

After I plugged my phone into my charger and turned it on I noticed my DM's were overflowing, which was the usual after any night I actually slept. The unusual thing was the final message I checked.

@ michaeclifford: hey just wanted to tell you im not dead i was just in the hospital. hope you're doing ok. (17/5/16, 8:27 p.m.)

That was pretty unusual, and slightly relieving since I thought the boy was dead.

@lifelinecal: i'm glad you're alive wow i'm doing ok are you ok (2:34 p.m)

I really hoped that was good enough.

this was shit but i really wanted something to bee out oK sorry for beeing shitty at updating things