Chapter 4: Make me forget everything

"I wish that I could wake up with amnesia,
And forget about the stupid little things,
Like the way it felt to fall asleep next to you,
And the memories I never can escape,
'Cause I'm not fine at all."

Andrew

I had way too many drinks last night. That explains why my head is pounding like crazy at the moment.

I gulped down about four glasses of vodka before Veronica came home. Then I also drank with Veronica. I was surprised I could even walk and talk properly last night.

Okay, the 'talking properly' part is a lie.

I spoke quite a few inappropriate things to Veronica which I don't exactly remember. But I can't forget her face when I said those things to her. So I can say, my behaviour must've been unlike myself.

I have to talk to Veronica.

But first, I need Advil.

Man, I hate waking up with a hangover. However, there's one thing I hate even more.

Forgetting what happened the night before.

That rhymed.

Seriously, what am I doing? I'm making rhymes in my head now? Wasn't making tyres sufficient enough for me?

Apparently not.

See, this is why I should've been a musician. Writing lyrics, making songs and being happy.

Alas, being happy seems like a distant dream now.

Grumbling under my breath about my chaotic life, I jog down the stairs and walk into the kitchen.

Veronica is already there still in the clothes from last night.

So there's one thing I remember about last night. Even if it's something as absurd as Veronica's clothes, it'll do.

At least it proves I don't have amnesia.

But there are times I wish I had amnesia. Then I could forget all my worries and troubles.

Okay. What the fuck is wrong with me? First making rhymes in my head and now, thinking about having amnesia. That too, while remembering Veronica's clothes? Wow, I'm definitely on a roll with my stupidity today.

All because of Veronica. And her clothes.

Damn her and her choice of clothing.

I can see she's preparing breakfast but she doesn't know about my presence.

"I need fucking Advil. Where's it?"

Veronica jumps slightly, obviously startled by my sudden intrusion and places a hand on her heart.

"Don't overreact. You are not a kid. You don't have to place a hand on your heart just because I merely startled you," I say coldly.

She's such a drama queen.

"And you don't have to start cursing right from the wake of dawn, Drew."

Drew? What the hell? Doesn't she know?

"One last time, Veronica. You can't call me Drew-"

"Yeah yeah, because it's reserved for your family and friends. I know. But you weren't saying last night."

My head whips in her direction so quickly I thought I'll get whiplash.

"What happened last night?"

"You said Drew sounds sexy coming from my lips."

Oh my God. What was I thinking last night?

"What else, Veronica?"

"We had rough sex on the kitchen counter."

The air gets knocked out of me and I grab the countertop for support.

Fuck this countertop.

"We... I... What the fuck? This can't be happening! Please say this is not true."

"Okay, this is not true," Veronica mutters coolly.

"What?"

What is she trying to do? I can't understand. And it doesn't help that I have a hangover.

"Relax, Andrew. Nothing happened. I was just teasing you."

Thank God.

"I don't know what I would've done if I had slept with you, Veronica."

At the mention of this, Veronica's face falls but she quickly replaces it with a small smile.

"That bad, huh? You hurt me, Andrew."

She looks hurt and for a split second I can't recognise if she's really sad or just pretending.

Although I haven't slept with her and don't plan on doing it anytime in future, I can tell she'll be great in bed. Not to mention, she's very hot. If she was someone else and not Veronica, she would be in my bed right now.

My train of unhealthy thoughts is cut off when Veronica places a plate of my favorite breakfast in front of me.

"Eat up quickly. It'll ease the headache. And here's the Advil."

She gives me two pills and I swallow them with the water.

Then I proceed to have my breakfast.

Waffles.

Best ever food invention in the world.

I literally moan when I take the first bite.

Veronica makes the best waffles.

"These are great, Veronica," I tell her as she sits in front of me with her plate of food.

She mumbles a 'thank you' and starts eating.

Her eyes are cast down.

There's one thing that I've noticed about her. She always looks downward whenever I'm around. I've seen her talk with others, she never does it around them. Only around me. I have no idea why.

I feel the urge to make her look at me.

"I don't feel like going to office," I blurt out suddenly.

In my defence, I've a hangover. Office can wait. Health can't.

Veronica looks at me briefly before casting her eyes down again.

My plan for making her look at me goes down the drain.

"Don't go then," she mutters softly.

She's behaving weirdly all of a sudden.

"You don't remember about last night, isn't it Andrew?"

I shake my head no.

"It is my flaw. You, of all the people, should know it by now. I don't remember the stuff that happens when I'm drunk."

"Yeah."

I munch on my waffles and think of other ways to make her talk.

Wait.

I'm thinking of ways to make Veronica look at me and talk to me?

What. Is. Wrong. With. Me?

Am I still drunk or what?

I already know I'm on a roll with my idiocy. Might as well use it as an excuse for a while.

"I don't know about you but I have to go. I have a meeting with my management team," she says.

Fine.

If she won't look at me, then so be it.

"Yeah. I'll go to office. I'll be late today. I'm going out with my friends tonight. Don't wait for me."

Veronica slowly nods her head.

"I didn't plan on waiting for you."

-

Veronica's last few words before she left for work made me very angry.

A part of me was hoping she'll say 'no I'll wait'. But she didn't.

She's my flatmate. Isn't she supposed to wait for me or something? My family never waited for me whenever I was late from school or uni. But Veronica waits for me every time I'm late. It has become a habit of mine to see her face when I go home.

Not this time though. She won't be up for me.

This time she's ditching me. Just like my family.

Great.

Refusing to think about her anymore, I concentrate on the drink in my hand. My friends and I were supposed to hang out in Justin's place. But we decided against it and that's why we are here now.

Intrigue.

That's the name of the club. And there's absolutely nothing intriguing about it.

It's pretty boring actually. My friends have gone off to the dance floor to dance the night away. And I'm sitting by the bar drinking some weird looking blue liquid.

Many random girls have approached me asking to dance with them. I've denied every single one of them. I'm not in the mood tonight.

"Hey! My name's Mia. What's a gorgeous guy like you doing alone here?"

Shit. Another one.

"Oh my God, baby! I've looking for you everywhere. Where did you disappear off to? You scared me there for a minute," a brunette says, snaking her arm around my waist.

What is she trying to do?

"Oh baby, I missed you," the brunette cooes.

Realization hits me.

She's pretending to be my girlfriend just so that I can get rid of the blonde in front of me. Smart.

"Um... Your girlfriend?" The blonde asks me.

"What else does it look like?" I snap at her.

Man, I'm so harsh. No wonder everyone hates me.

"Sorry to disturb you then. I didn't know."

With that, the blonde walks away.

I turn my head to look at the brunette standing beside me.

For a moment I'm mesmerized by how beautiful she is.

"Wow," I breathe out.

"Oh shut up and tell me how was my acting?"

I chuckle at her words.

"Very impressive. But why did you help me?"

"You clearly looked tortured when that girl appproached you. You'd rather be somewhere else than here, yes? So I thought you could use some help of my excellent acting skills."

I laugh at her. She's very funny.

And very beautiful.

"Thanks... Um...-"

"Callie. Callie Brooks. And you?"

"Andrew Woods."

"Nice. So Andrew, I'll be very straight forward with you. Wanna go out with me? I know you don't wanna be here."

I laugh at her frankness.

"Something is troubling you, Andrew. I know many places where we can forget our worries and enjoy ourselves to the fullest. Wanna try?"

Again that living life to the fullest shit?

With Callie, I don't think I mind trying it.

"Sure. Make me forget everything."

I sent a quick text message to my friends informing them that I'm leaving.

Callie clutches my hand and we head out of the club into the darkness of the night.

-

Song: Amnesia by 5 Seconds of Summer.

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- June x