Broken Hearts Will Repair

So, after I had my intoxicating zombie, we kept drinking so much it's crazy. When I took the zombie and chugged it, I was weirdly only slightly drunk because I have a high achohol (don't know how to spell it) tolerance. Vic looked amused.

We've been having shots of vodka, whiskey, and Bacardi. Let's just say Vic's a bit of a lightweight but can still manage.

We looked like a mess. Vic's hair looked knotted and greasy with his face puffened and eyes swollen while colored red. I, on the other hand, has matted hair and my face with blood rushed to my puffy cheeks with blood coated eyes with its color. Yup, we're a mess.

"Hey Kellin, let's go to the game room. I hear they have laser tag." Vic slurred. I just nodded my head in agreement and then we were off.

"Hey, Vic-" I was cut off.

"No, who you calling Vic? My name is Pancho."

"No, your name is Vic."

"I know my name, my name is Pancho." He says with attitude. "Don't think I know my own name, I know my name." The last part he muttered more to himself than me.

We arrived at the game room and sure enough, it was locked. We just looked at each other and knew that we wanted to go to my room. So we went to my room, unlocked it, and went in.

"Nice room." He said.

"Thanks! So what do you want to do?" I asked.

"I've got an idea." He replied.

He then pushed me on the bed, walked all the way to the other side of the room and ran into the bed, and crashed on top of me. I kept asking him to get up but I kept getting silence. I then hear snoring. Oh well.

Notes

Sorry, if this chapter sucks ass but I'll try and do something about it.

Random Fact: Due to their small brains koalas are unable to perform complex, unfamiliar tasks such as eating leaves off of flat surfaces.

-HiddenBeauty