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Some Girls: 03 - Paranoid (1-2)

Some Girls: 03 - Paranoid (1-2)

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What started as a pleasant morning of sweet breakfast smells quickly turns into what could be a fire downstairs - but only turns out to be a few friends of the protagonist taking liberties with his kitchen. Rather than a home cooked breakfast, the protagonist joins Brendan, Brian, and Sean to a "small, good tasting but cheap" local place. All seems well when a text interrupts the good times they're sharing...
What started as a pleasant morning of sweet breakfast smells quickly turns into what could be a fire downstairs - but only turns out to be a few friends of the protagonist taking liberties with his kitchen. Rather than a home cooked breakfast, the protagonist joins Brendan, Brian, and Sean to a "small, good tasting but cheap" local place. All seems well when a text interrupts the good times they're sharing...

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There¶s something about the morning air that seems refreshing, even after a night of drinking that results in a morning of hangovers and sickness. I could never put my finger on it, but when I tried writing about it for an English essay my teacher told me it was acliché. But that¶s probably because he¶s never heard the breeze from the Atlantic singingsoftly through the open screen windows. I¶d bet he¶s never even tasted the warm air as it brushes into the room, filling the taste buds with crunchy, burnt toast.Uh oh.Flinging my body out of bed feels like a collision with an invisible wall. Theinside of my head reverberates like a gunshot, compliments of last night¶s bottle of Jack Daniels. The blinding sun through open shades makes navigating through the tightcorners of the house almost impossible visually so I rely on my nose to bring me to thesource of the scent. I charge around a maze of corners and walls until I reach the sourceof the smell, the kitchen, almost falling over onto the tiles in the process. My arms shootout and cling to the wall to keep me up, and through squinted eyes I see a black smogrising from the sink while water rushes out of the faucet.³Morning sunshine!´ Brendan enthusiastically greets, standing over the sink withBrian and Sean. ³How do you like your eggs?´If my jaw could drop any lower id would have gone threw the foundation of thehouse. ³What the fuck you guys?´³You invited us over,´ Sean hastily reminds (informs) me, anticipating myquestion. ³You said last night µguys come over and make breakfast with me in themorning¶ only with a lot more slurring. You said you would be lonely and wantedcompany for breakfast. Then we called you gay and you said µwell fine then I¶ll eat allthe cinnamon rolls myself¶ and so we took it back and said we¶d be over.´I dart over to the sink. Melted onto the top of an old cooking sheet are eight blackened disks that, at one point, could have been sweet, sugary cinnamon rolls. I glareover at the three stooges, all grinning like idiots. ³How long were they in the oven for?´³´Like, two minutes, tops.´ Brian answers.I shake my head, feeling my brain rattle around loosely as I do. ³Breakfast was asolid idea«I¶ll give you guys that.´
 
³You don¶t have much in your fridge,´ Brendan notes, his head still peeringinside.³Cabinets are pretty bare too,´ Sean adds, standing in front of two open woodencabinet doors.I close my eyes and rub them, hoping that this is all just a bad dream. I turn toBrian, who¶s giving me a sheepish look through his long, dirty blonde hair that covers his baggy eyes. ³You wanna check my pantry closet?´He shrugs. ³We did 20 minutes ago, you didn¶t have anything.´My head throbs. ³Jesus, you guys have been here for 20 minutes?´³We¶ve been here for close to two hours,´ Sean answers, shutting the cabinetdoors. ³We tried waking you, but you were dead asleep.´³What time is it?´³Quarter of eleven.´³Okay,´ I say, scratching my head and shutting my eyes to block out light. ³Doyou guys just want to go out for breakfast then?´³Yeah,´ Sean agrees. ³I know this good place for breakfast. It¶s small but reallycheap, although we should go now, they stop serving breakfast at 11:30.´³I know the place you¶re talking about I think,´ Brendan says, shutting the fridgeand taking a gulp of orange juice out of the bottle. ³We should get going.´³Let me go get my stuff from my room,´ I grumble, turning around to leave thekitchen. I walk towards the stairs, my skin feeling like damp, tight clothes as I move. As Iwalk up the stairs, I notice Brian following at me.³What¶s up?´ my crackly voice asks him. I don¶t think I¶ve ever been this parchedin my life.³Nothing man,´ he replies. He¶s decked out in full skate apparel today, from plaid-blue shorts to a hemp necklace and checkered hat. ³I just wanted to see how youwere doing.´³Hung over,´ I answer as we walk into my room. He waits at the doorway as Icollect my essentials off of my nightstand ± cell phone, keys, wallet, iPod ± and throw ona day old t-shirt.
 
³You don¶t remember last night at all?´ he questions suspiciously. I can almosthear traces of relief in his voice.³No,´ I curiously respond. My interest is sparked, and for a split second I forgetthat my head isn¶t ready to explode from an alcoholic migraine. ³Why? Did somethinghappen?´³No!´ he answers too quickly before pausing. ³Well, we ran into someone lastnight«´³Who?´ I demand, asking the question before the answer dawns on me. Theatmosphere of the room goes from tired to tense and reserved. ³Oh.´³Yeah.´³Did she say anything?´Brain shakes his head no. ³She just kept glancing over at us while we were sitting.You were really quiet and looked upset. Whenever you did speak you were loud andsarcastic«more than usual anyway. You guys didn¶t talk and she just kept quiet until sheleft.´³Where were we?´³We were just sitting at the gazebo by the Towers. Sean and Brendan werewaiting to meet up with some girls, and you and I were playing wingmen. Ultimately thegirls fell through and we all got drunk, but she came by as she was walking past us.´My heart sinks and my throat closes up. I¶m starting to remember now. Tracevisions of her sitting at the other end of the gazebo, listening to all of us chat. Her quick stares in my direction followed by long gazes to the ground. And every time I¶d catch her eyes they looked like a deer in headlights, knowing exactly what the situation was andhow the problem came to pass. ³Did she bring«´³No, no he wasn¶t there. It was just her. She left pretty quickly, but you weremad. Sean and you took a walk, and when you guys came back you looked better but stillhurt.´I shrug, trying to be as apathetic as possible.³You never told us what happened,´ Brian presses verbally. ³You guys were greatlast summer ± fucking inseparable. You helped her with her summer reading about philosophy and she would take you out for ice cream. What happened?´

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