Chasing His Kickass Luna Back by Jane Above Story

Karl

The incessant buzzing of my phone’s alarm is drowned out by the pounding

inside my head—a lingering reminder of last night’s… festivities.

Why did I think that having one more whiskey was a good idea? I was already

pretty drunk last night by the time I got home, but I couldn’t stop thinking about

Abby.

In a feeble attempt to drown those thoughts out and get some sleep, I guess I

thought one more drink was the way to go. I still remember raiding the minibar in

my apartment and pouring a rather tall glass of whiskey—no ice—which I

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proceeded to knock back while giving half of my attention to a crappy movie I

found on N*****x.

Oh, how I wish I didn’t drink that whiskey. I feel like shit, and I’m not even fully

awake yet.

my eyes, the red digits of

at me: 7:15 a.m.

rubbing my eyes and yawning. “I’m never

grumbles inside of me, equally as perturbed

a week from now, you’ll be saying that

never hurt anybody.’”

hand through my

I swear, it’s like drinking a sleeping pill or something. I

when I drink, and yet I also feel

softly. “Maybe so, but you should get up. You

Abby before

Just the mere mention of her name sends a

flooding back in. She looked so beautiful

the alley, leaning against the brick

in the light

so badly, but I couldn’t

and especially not when

about today.

I don’t think it’s a good idea to

at the studio, caught

the competition. I’ll see her later while I’m

competition from the audience.”

Abby a little surprise, so I bought a

Actually, I bought tickets for everybody. I figure she will be