Smoke and Mirrors
Waking up
"Uuuugh" I groaned as I woke up. "What time is it?" I muttered rolling over to check the alarm clock.
12:34, the clock read. Better get up. I rolled over and hopped to the ground, only to be met with a burning headache. I flopped back on the bed trying to remember what happened last night. The name Andy flashed through my mind. I went to put my hand on my forehead when I saw a phone number on the back of it. I contemplated calling it for a moment, then grabbed my cell phone from the bedside table next to me.
"Well. This is probably the best way to find out what happened." I punched in the number and waited.
"Hello?" A deep male voice answered.
"Ummm.... Hi. This is Celeste? I found a number on my hand and I can't remember what happened last night so..."
"We didn't have sex if that's what you're wondering." Relief filled my body to fact that I hadn't given myself to a perfect stranger.
"Good! Well that's kinda why I called. I was also wondering if you wanted to go out for breakfa- For lunch so I can figure out what happened last night... If you remember that is."
"I was sober. Unlike you my little bran muffin." Did he just call me a bran muffin?
"Uh, bran muffin?"
"Yup. So how bout we meet at the café down the street from the bar we met in."
"Ok. Sounds good. What time?" I asked looking at myself in the mirror, headache forgotten.
"Uh... 2 hours. I need time to get ready." What kind of guy needs two hours to get ready?
"Ok see you then uh... what's your name?"
"Andy. Andy Biersack." Then he hung up. I. Celestia Boulevard. Am going out to lunch. With Andy. Biersack. Lead singer of Black. Veil. Brides. And now I am dead.
12:34, the clock read. Better get up. I rolled over and hopped to the ground, only to be met with a burning headache. I flopped back on the bed trying to remember what happened last night. The name Andy flashed through my mind. I went to put my hand on my forehead when I saw a phone number on the back of it. I contemplated calling it for a moment, then grabbed my cell phone from the bedside table next to me.
"Well. This is probably the best way to find out what happened." I punched in the number and waited.
"Hello?" A deep male voice answered.
"Ummm.... Hi. This is Celeste? I found a number on my hand and I can't remember what happened last night so..."
"We didn't have sex if that's what you're wondering." Relief filled my body to fact that I hadn't given myself to a perfect stranger.
"Good! Well that's kinda why I called. I was also wondering if you wanted to go out for breakfa- For lunch so I can figure out what happened last night... If you remember that is."
"I was sober. Unlike you my little bran muffin." Did he just call me a bran muffin?
"Uh, bran muffin?"
"Yup. So how bout we meet at the café down the street from the bar we met in."
"Ok. Sounds good. What time?" I asked looking at myself in the mirror, headache forgotten.
"Uh... 2 hours. I need time to get ready." What kind of guy needs two hours to get ready?
"Ok see you then uh... what's your name?"
"Andy. Andy Biersack." Then he hung up. I. Celestia Boulevard. Am going out to lunch. With Andy. Biersack. Lead singer of Black. Veil. Brides. And now I am dead.
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