Oh shit was I really trying to get with Jaime’s sister?

No. Of course not.

This is all a bad dream and Sicily isn’t Jaime’s sister. Yeah that’s it, Sicily’s just some girl I found at a club. Not Jaime’s sister.

Who the fuck am I kidding? They look too much alike for me to convince myself otherwise.

I sighed and rolled over in my bed. Goddamn this fucking hangover is killing me. I stuffed my face into my pillow and moaned loudly, and exasperatedly into it, this was not fucking fair.

I rolled back onto my side and got my phone from the ground next to my bed. Maybe I could go on a hunt for Sicily’s number. No. Why would I have that? Maybe I could call Jaime and ask. Yeah. I could say Sicily has like my wallet or something.

Oh yeah. I’m totally getting that hotty’s number. I chuckled, quietly to myself and called Jaime.

A couple buzzes went by before Jaime picked up,

“What do you want?” Someone’s PMSing,

“Hey Sicily grabbed my jacket when she left, I was wondering if you could give me her number so I could get it back?” Feeble excuse but it works,

“Tony,”

“Yeah?”

“You just want it so you can talk to her.” On the nose,

“Pssh, no.” Liar, “Come on man. It was my favorite jacket, please?” I practically begged Jaime.

I could practically see him rolling his eyes in that way he always did,

“Fine, just don’t call her for the hell of it, okay?” I chuckled and looked down at the foot of my bed.

I really needed to clean my room. There was a really weird smell coming from one of the clothes piles and I didn’t really want to know what was causing it but if I wanted to have a pretty lady over when she wasn’t drunk I’d have to clean up this man cave eventually.

I waited a second as Jaime gave me Sicily’s number and smiled quietly to myself,

“Tony, don’t fuck my sister over, okay?” I just laughed at him,

“No promises, Jaimito.” I laughed as he hung the phone up.

“Geez, what a tight wad.” I smiled at my phone playfully and tapped Sicily’s number into the touchpad.

It went straight to voicemail,

“Hey, you’ve reached Sicily, leave a message and I’ll get back to you as fast as I can. Thanks!” Who knew such a generic voicemail could sound so cute,

“Hey, Sicily it’s me.” She won’t know who’s calling with that intro, “I just wanted to call because I really want to see you again.” Eugh that sounded so clingy, “Call me at this number at two if you’re interested.” Okay that was kinda stalker-ish no lie.

I hung the phone up and buried my head back into my pillow. Mmmm maybe I can grab a few more winks before two rolls around.