The hangover

Rebecca's POV

“Ooh, my head is spinning.” I heard Nica in the morning.

She had slept the entire night, and I knew she had a hangover. I decided to make her coffee, so it could help with her headache.

“Here, drink this, Nica.” I say to her as I hand her the coffee. She gladly accepts it and drinks it whole.

“Thank you, Rebecca. You are such a nice friend.” She says.

Thank God today is on a Saturday and there are no classes. I was so tired today. I guess it is because I have not had enough night sleep. Likewise, I can't help but worry about Mike. I knew he was not ok the other night and I could not do anything to help him. We were just friends and there was no way I would have misbehaved myself with him.

“Where were you yesterday, you came here really drunk Nica and you know it is not good.” I finally decided to ask her. She had never behaved the way she did the previous night.

“I was out with my friends, don’t worry, I am ok, you see.” She says as she stands up to go to the washroom. I decide to let her be. She is a big girl, and can really take care of herself. Moreover, I also have my problems that I have to worry about.

I was not going to work today. I was not working during the weekends. Furthermore, I will just stay here in the house doing my cleaning. I don’t feel like going anywhere today. It is so boring, especially during these two days, Saturday and Sunday. The only people who enjoyed were the people who had their boyfriends and girlfriends with them. But to me, it was always boring since Carlos was too far away from me.

I started to make tea and some pancakes. I know Nica did not eat much yesterday since she was parting. I hear her throwing up in the washroom.

“Are you ok in there?” I ask, laughing at her loudly. Next time, she will think twice before doing something crazy again.

“Why are you laughing at me, you foolish girl.” She shouts back.

She must be angry at me for laughing at her, but I cannot control myself. It was her mess anyway, so let her bear with it.

“Come, let us have breakfast together. I know you must be hungry.” I tell Nica as she comes out of the washroom. She had spent almost half an hour in there.

“I am not that hungry, I just want to rest. Thanks for your concern. Can I sleep here, don't finish the food for me, I will eat when I wake up.” She tells me and she jumps on my bed. I let her sleep.

I had so much cleaning to do today, starting with my clothes. It was the only day I had to do the cleaning. I remember Mike did not text me as he promised the other night. Maybe he wanted me to text him first. Even Carlos had not texted. I wonder what was wrong with him. He had changed lately. He did not even text to ask what was the reason I hung up the phone when we last talked.

I take my dirty clothes outside to wash them. The sun is bright, and it will take just a few hours for them to dry up. It is only a week's worth of clothes anyway, so it will take just a few minutes to wash them.

Our neighborhood has always been quiet, that is why I liked this place. In other places, people scrambled for simple things like the hanging lines. Every so often, you may find your clothes squeezed to one end. I hated that thing so much.

After finishing, I come inside to clean the house. I noticed Nica was awake now and was eating the breakfast I had left her.

“Thanks Rebecca, for what you did for me yesterday.” She says, and I know she is genuine. She feels guilty for getting angry at me for no reason.

“It’s ok Nica, were you with your boyfriend last night. Or you came alone. I wondered how you got here.” I wanted to know how she got here, considering the fact she was really wasted.

“My friends dropped me. I don’t have a boyfriend yet, Rebecca. Haven’t I ever told you?”

I always thought she had a boyfriend. Being single doesn’t suit her at all. I decide to end this conversation for real this time. I was always curious to know the man owning this beautiful lady over here, and it turns out there is none.

“What a disappointment.” I tell myself as I continue with my house chores.

Nica's POV

I wake up, and my head is aching like hell. I know I had so much to drink the previous night at the club. It was fun anyway, and I don’t regret it. I remember getting so drunk that I could not even get myself home.

On other days I just drank normally, but on the other night I don’t know what made me drink that much. I showed the people I had gone with to the club direction to Rebecca’s house, and they dropped me there. I could not go to my house since the place was dirty. I was not used to doing house chores. We were filthy rich, so there was someone who came to do the cleaning and I would pay her.

I knew Rebecca would treat me right because she was my best friend, and she had a good heart. Though our social classes were different, I was rich while she was so poor. She was studying at the same time working in a hotel. I swear if I were her, I could have never managed.

That morning I woke up in her house and she had already prepared me some coffee to reduce my hangover. She was really caring. Immediately after I finish taking the coffee I feel like throwing up, even when I struggle to let the feeling go I could no longer hold it. I just went into her washroom and did all my dirt in there.

Her house was tiny. It fit her things because she only had a few things. There was only one sofa, a table, a bed and cooking stuff. So, when someone was in the washroom, one could hear all the things going on in there from outside. I really hated that.

“Are you ok in there?” I hear Rebecca asking me.

But it looked like she was mocking me. It was not out of concern. I felt anger rising through me. How dare she make fun of me out of my situation?

“Why are you laughing at me, you foolish girl.” I find myself telling her this so that she could shut up, and it worked because she just kept quiet until I came out. She invited me for breakfast, but I was exhausted. I just wanted to rest. I jumped on her bed and slept.

I woke up an hour later, and she was not in the house. I saw her outside doing her laundry. Poor Rebecca, she is very hardworking compared to me who was so lazy. I don’t even know how to do laundry properly.

I went over to her kitchen and she had left me some breakfast. I was so hungry, and I took it to eat. Rebecca knew how to cook, that is why I liked eating at her place most of the time. She found me enjoying her pancakes and I felt guilty for shouting at her earlier.

“Thanks Rebecca, for what you did for me yesterday.” I said to her.

I hoped she was not angry, she was my best friend and I loved her anyway. It looks like she wanted an explanation about my getting drunk last night and I decided to tell her everything.

“Rebecca, can I take you out today because I know you will stay here the whole of today." I offered her.