Carson’s P.O.V.
I woke with the worst hangover in the world. I miss the days when I was eighteen and never got hangovers. Why when we get older, do we need to get them? It sucks! I never knew I could still drink as much as I did last night. It seemed like a good idea at the time.
“f**k,” I groaned, sitting up very slowly.
“Shh, head hurts,” Addie whimpered from next to me.
“You aren’t the only one,” I said, “You and your friends are a bad influence,” I added, laughing.
“Us? You were the one that started the shots,” She giggled.
“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, carefully climbing out of bed.
I needed a drink, painkillers and food. It is the only way I will feel slightly better.
“Carson, where are you going? I need cuddles,” Addie huffed.
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