12: Ew! Ew! Ew!

ZAB

I woke up with my mouth tasting like rust and head aching like shit.

Well, shit.

I cannot move. It's like something was preventing me to do so. And who the hell is snoring by the way? Fuck. I don't snore so I'm certain it's not me. I just remembered I had a drink last night so that's what causing the pain but who's snoring?

I opened my eyes and catched a glimpse of a pale face with unruly red hair in front of me. Ilang dangkal lamang ang pagitan ng mukha namin. I always know that Red hair is hot like hell, but what the hell?! Seeing him this close, I can truly conclude he's like an anime character. His hair's red but surprisingly, his brows were black... They have enough thickness and in the right form for a guy.

He has dark and long lashes that everyone will surely envy. The fuck. How did he deserve such lashes?

His nose was straight and his jaw line was strong. I stared at his lips... Hmm... Why do I feel so familiar with it?

And what the fuck? Now, my question's answered! He's the one who was snoring! Hindi 'yong tipong hilik na para bang tanke de gyera o paparating na bulldozer, but he's snoring a little.

But... his lips...

Then it came flooding in my mind.

I was pinned on the bed.

How I ran my fingers through his red hair.

How he kissed me hard.

How I kissed him hard.

Well, fuck me. I kissed some dead hotnnoying guy.

Could be dead... Ew, necrophilia. Ew. Ew. Ew!

The disgusting thought bothered me so much that I shoved my palm on his handsome face. Poor snoring hotnnoying guy made a face as I smacked him hard on the face.

He sounded pissed, but the fucker didn't even open an eye! Sa halip ay mas niyakap pa niya ang baywang ko, pulling me closer to him and he buried his face on my neck!

Yak!

Yak!

Yaaaak!

I already made a mistake of kissing death! I won't do another by cuddling with death!

So I smacked his face again, harder this time.

"Damn it. Just sleep or get lost!" he mumbled and buried his face again.

"Get off me! And how dare you? How the hell do you have the guts to tell me to get lost? This is my room!" It took me enough force and wriggling before I got the chance to hit his crotch with my knee. Huh, goodbye morning erection!

I can hear him mumble a curse before he opened his eyes. "You're doomed— Shit!"

"Yeah, shit. What happened? Did we fuck? Like dude, am I a necrophiliac now?" I asked, pulling my hair in frustration.

It made him sit up and he massaged his hair. Where's his shirt? And no, I'm not even naked.

"I'm alive, human, so you're not sleeping beside a corpse," sagot niya. "Why do I feel like I ate shit?" He breathed on his palm and smelled it. "And my mouth smells like shit! And I'm dizzy!? I think I can throw up—ugggghhhh."

"The fuck. Red hair, don't throw up in my bed! Run towards the—fuck."

He did. Sumuka siya sa sahig. Not directly sa kama, pero sa sahig. Pakiramdam ko ay umakyat lahat ng dugo ko sa ulo. Kanina ay nahihilo rin ako pero parang nawala lahat ng epekto ng hangover sa akin.

I want to kill him right now!

Tinanaw ko siyang sumusuka habang bumabalik naman ang bawat detalye ng nangyari kagabi sa isipan ko.

My fault, okay.

Ako nagyayang uminom, okay.

I asked for sex, okay.

He took me home, okay. He called me 'hun' and fuck me. I liked how it sounded—definitely not okay!

I was enjoying it but he deprived me and then I passed out!

He's drunk. Alam kong lasing siya. Ang dami niyang nainom. He was perfectly fine when we left, or as far as I can remember but I guess the liquor knocked him down. Walang epekto sa kanya except for making him sleep soundly and waking up with a hangover.

The disgusting noise of his puking stopped and the poor topless red hair looks like he vomitted all of his internal organs. Sumandal siya sa headboard ng kama at tila labis na nanghina.

"What was that?" tanong niya.

"That's you, making yourself get killed. Ang kapal ng mukha mong sumuka sa kwarto ko! Kahit gaano ako kalasing, hindi ako sumusuka sa kwarto! Kahit gumapang ako patungo sa banyo, gagawin ko! Throwing up in my room is... is... disgusting!"

Pakiramdam ko ay sasabog ako sa inis. Pero sa mga sandaling ito ay tila walang epekto ang pagsisigaw ko sa kanya.

He looks like he lost his soul, if he has any. Mas lalong naging magulo ang buhok niya. Nakahawak ang isa niyang kamay sa kanyang naka-expose na tiyan, the other was pulling his red hair. His lips was pursed open at manaka-nakang napapasimangot siya sa tuwing nararamdaman ang lasa ng alak sa kanyang hininga.

So it's useless to talk to him right now. I'll nag him later.

Ilang beses siyang napakurap bago humigit ng panyo mula sa kanyang bulsa. Tinitigan niya iyon ng ilang sandali then he snapped his fingers and voila! The hankie was on fire! The fuck!

"Balak mo bang sunugin ang kwarto ko—" I shut up when the fire went off and then Ajal was standing there.

"Hi Zab! Dearil man— Oh." He looked at us with a naughty smile on his stupid face. Alam ko ang iniisip niya. Sorry, Ajal boy... I was deprived. "Dearil, why did you call me? I was having good time with Astr— Is that yours?!"

He looked disgusted as he pointed something on the floor at hindi na ako nag-abalang tingnan pa kung ano iyon. I think I already had an idea. I'm sure mandidiri lamang ako.

Red hair nodded slowly and he looked like he was still so weak. "Clean it up, Ajal, or you will burn in a matter of seconds," sabi ni Dearil.

"Ano ka sinuswerte— Shit!" Ajal took his hat off his head when it started to catch fire from god knows where! Ibinagsak niya iyon sa sahig at inapakan para mapatay ang apoy. "Fine!" He faced me. "Hey, Zab. Anything that can help?"

"There's a mop in the bathroom and what was that?"

He snorted before his voice lowered, throwing dagger stares at Dearil na nakasandal sa kama at bahagyang nakapikit. "The devil's pawn!"

"I can hear that," Dearil said kaya agad na napatakbo sa banyo si Ajal.

I looked for his shirt under the sheets and I luckily found it and threw it to his face. "Wear that. What happened?"

He shrugged. He looked like his soul is not back to his body yet. Hindi rin siya nag-abalang isuot ang kanyang damit.

"Are you aware that we kissed?" I asked.

Nakatingin pa rin siya sa kawalan habang tumatango. "Yeah. Is that why my mouth tasted like shit?"

"Fuck you!" Sinipa ko siya sa tiyan ngunit hindi man lamang siya natinag. "It's called hangover, you idiot."

"Is this the hangover in human's form? Hey Ajal, what do you do when you got like this?"

My eyes formed into thin lines as I watched Ajal disgustingly mop the floor. So he's an expert when it comes to hangover—in his human form. "Have some soup."

"Soup?"

"Oo, sabaw," sagot nito.

"Then make me some," Dearil said which made Ajal scowl again.

"Hey dude, I am not your servant—" My mop caught fire at agad iyong binitawan ni Ajal. Hinampas ko naman ang braso ni Dearil. "Stop burning things baka masunog ang bahay ko!"

The fire on the mop was distinguished but Ajal's ass is now on fire. His frantic screams filled the room at agad siyang napaupo sa sahig. "Oo na! Oo na!" Bahagya siyang lumapit sa akin. "Hey Zab, why are you in bed with a psycho grim reaper?"

I frowned. "Hindi ko alam!"

Nang lumabas ng kwarto si Ajal, naiwan kami ni Dearil. He's still silent, processing whatever shit he's feeling.

"Uh." I poked his side. "Masakit ba ang ulo mo?"

He nodded.

"Ano pang nararamdaman mo?"

"I want to puke."

"Don't! Fucking! Puke! Again! In my room!"

He just nodded but he never moved towards the bathroom. Funny how scotch and gin got a grim reaper so chill but woke up with an extreme hangover the next morning.

"Alam mo ba kung ano ang nangyari kagabi?" tanong ko, pulling the sheets to my fully covered body.

He nodded again.

"We kissed!"

Again, he nodded. "Maybe that also contributes as to why my mouth really tastes weird right now."

My jaw dropped. Pinigilan ko ang sariling kunin ang pala sa ilalim ng kama at walang humpay na ihampas iyon sa kanya hanggang sa mamatay siya. "That's the aftermath of drinking, hindi dahil sa halik! And don't make it sound like I have dental hygiene issues! Regular ako sa dentista ko! In fact, mas malinis pa ang bibig ko kaysa sa buong pagkatao mo!"

I'm so defensive, alam ko. Pero what the fuck?! He dared to say that?

Red hair who still lost his soul just nodded and pressed his eyes close. Ah, siguro kung gusto ko siyang patahimikin, alak lamang ang kailangan ko. I will note of this.

Looks like I'm not getting any response from him. Isa pa, hindi lamang siya ang nakainom. Hindi lamang siya ang may hangover. Ako rin! My head aches like shit and I think I need more sleep. I grabbed a pillow and lied down, back facing him.

"Umuwi na nga kayo ni Ajal. Let me sleep. May hangover din ako."

I closed my eyes and as expected, I didn't get a response. Red hair is still fucking with hangover in his system. It barely took a second or two when he moved. Akala ko ay tatayo siya para umalis.

Instead, he straightened his pillow, laid down and pulled the sheets over his body. Then he put his arms on my waist and pulled me closer. He buried his face at the back of my head and seconds later, he was back to his little snoring.