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.

the red digits of the bedside clock

at me: 7:15 a.m.

eyes and yawning. “I’m never drinking

inside of me, equally as perturbed by my laziness.

that, and then a week from now, you’ll be saying that a

never hurt anybody.’”

a hand

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

when I drink, and yet I also feel like I didn’t sleep

softly. “Maybe so, but you

Abby before

mention of her name sends

back in. She looked so

to me in the alley, leaning against the brick wall, her

sunset in the

to kiss her so badly, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it.

not when she has this competition

about today.

say, although hesitantly. “But I don’t think it’s a good

probably already at the studio, caught up in

see her later while I’m

competition from the audience.”

give Abby

everybody. I figure she will be looking