Novelas y relatos de Song At End Of Hangover 2

⚠️don't read!⚠️ (⚠️violence 🔞⚠️) Sak pasé! I didn't mean to end his life, I know it wasn't right I can't even sleep at night, can't get it off my mind I need to get out of sight 'fore I end up behind bars What started out as a simple altercation Turned into a real sticky situation Me just thinking on the time that I'm facing Makes me wanna cry

Her smile, ironically, only grows wider the deeper into the song she goes. "Last night I blacked out I think // What did you, what did you put in my drink? // I remember making out and then, oh, oh // I woke up with a new tattoo // Your name was on me and my name was on you // I would do it all over again."

It feels like I am locked up in a with a billion amplified stereos, not the best place to be. "I'm whispering, you're just having a terrible hangover." His irritating voice echoes in my ear causing me to press my moist palm against it. Great, I thought I learnt from my previous mistake, obviously not. All good things must come to an end, if only the end wasn't a major hangover.

Behind me, through the glass, I could hear the sound of everything falling apart. I turned my music up. Some gifts, you just have to return. THE END

she said. I just chortled and shook my head, as the music begins to fade into it's end. - "Pull over." Mitch blurted out from her nap. For the last twenty minutes, we've been singing to every song that comes up the radio. Then Mitch fell asleep while singing I Know Places by you guess who; Taylor Swift. "Why?" I glanced at her for a moment before my sight dropped to the cup holder where my phone laid.

I thought I was in the rock concert blue and they were singing this song just for me. What a night (night) so far (far) Pullin' up curb side in your car (your car) What a sight (sight) you are (are) Think I know somewhere we can park After dark I can hear the loudness of my name getting more and more, as the hoop sync in me, and then boom! I was at the table spinning my head to the song, my mouth went thirsty and dry and before I knew it I was drinking a glass that was full of drinks which I have never thought I would do in my life.

Please tell me 'Cause one second it was perfect, now you're halfway out the door Anna nods to the song and joined him in singing: And I stare at the phone, he still hasn't called And then you feel so low you cant feel nothing at all And you flashback to when he said forever and always Oh it rains in your bedroom Everything is wrong It rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone 'Cause I was there when you said forever and always Anna Was I out of line? Did I say something way too honest, made you run and hide Like a scared little boy I looked into your eyes Thought I knew you for a minute, now I'm not so sure So here's to everything coming down to nothing

'Strangers Killing my lonely nights with strangers And when they leave, I go back to our song, I hold on I, I, oh I Hurts like heaven, lost in the sound Buzz-cut season like you're still around Can't unmiss you and I need you now Yeah, I, I, oh I, yeah' 'I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home Wanna go home, whoa So tired of love songs, tired of love songs Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home Wanna go home, whoa' 'I'm so tired of love songs, tired of love songs (someone take me home) Tired of love songs, tired of love Just wanna go home, wanna go home ('cause I can't be alone)

we walked out through the front door and Beck's last words roamed in my head, what if TB could actually kill someone. The ride back home was quiet, not your usual awkward silence. It was the comfortable kind that you just listened to BTS or Why don't we play on the radio. I was busy drowning into the lyrics of the song playing on the stereo, it was Hooked by Why don't we. the perfect song for how I was feeling at this very moment. The car strolled down the coal tarred road till it got to my street and it stopped abruptly in front of my house.

RPOV Songs: Ride this Out by Imaginary Cities The realization of what I had gotten myself into last night was enough to clear away any of the haze brought on by the whiskey, sobering me up faster than falling into a frozen pond. Which is why I was surprised by the sickening feeling overcoming me the next day. It must have been some kind of emotional hangover rather than physical. I guess that's what I deserved for acting like a complete idiot—not to mention desperate hussy.