Saying The Right Thing

“Uhhh…” Shane’s head hurt more than she could ever remember it hurting before. “I’m never drinking again…” Shane mumbled quietly to herself still with her comforter over her head. It was an empty promise, she knew it, but she had to say it anyway. She reached one hand over to Carmen’s side of the bed feeling for the Latina and knitted her eyebrows in confusion when she felt nothing.

Suddenly the notion popped into Shane’s head that she had probably done something incredibly stupid the night before. Even the idea that maybe she wasn’t really in her own bed.

Her eyes shot open and she quickly pulled the comforter down off her face and breathed a huge sigh of relief seeing the photo of her and Carmen on the nightstand. She rested her head back against the pillow trying to remember exactly what had happened the night before. Her muscles all felt rather sore and used…. And her head was spinning from her hangover…Alice! She was with Alice! At the Planet. That’s a good sign right? Shane kept the hope that her closest friend wouldn’t let her do anything to incredibly stupid.

Shane turned her head to Carmen’s side of the bed and she cocked a brow when she saw a single red rose propped on the pillow. Carmen’s side of the bed was neatly made and almost looked like it hadn’t been slept in.

At first Shane didn’t know what to think but her mind, constantly throwing out that she had done something horrible told her that rose was a goodbye rose.

Shane laid back for a moment to gather herself before noticing the glass of water and bottle of Advil sitting on her bedside table. She cocked a brow and reached for it downing a few capsules, hopping to get rid of her head ache.

Shane took a long breath in and scrambled out of bed and into their bathroom looking for Carmen. Instead she found a small note neatly placed into the mirror frame. Shane gulped before she picked it up and noticed the little hearts scribbled along the bottom. She smiled in slight confusion reading it quietly to herself.

“Shane, I went to the store to pick up some ingredients so I can make your favourite meal tonight. Breakfast is on the table and your good shirt is clean and put away.

Love, Carmen”

Shane smiled. Still unsure of what she had done to deserve the sweet gestures but wasn’t going to argue. She looked up into the mirror and immediately her smile disappeared at the site of a dark black eye she was sporting. She lightly touched it and flinched at the pain before scratching her head trying to remember anything.

She made her way out to the kitchen and sure enough a plate of bacon, eggs and hash browns was already placed on the table for her. Shay, sitting opposite, shovelled his own plate of food back.

Shane sat down and took the coffee pot and poured it into her favourite mug that was conveniently placed right beside it. She took a quick drink before looking up at Shay.

“Shay?”

Shay stopped momentarily as he raised his head, food still full in his cheeks.

“What… What happened last night?”

Shay swallowed his food and grinned his toothy grin. “You came home at 3AM out of your mind, tripped over the coffee table and broke it, then you ended up puking in the hallway before running into the bathroom door frame and giving yourself a black eye.” Shay replayed the last nights events for Shane all the while grinning.

Shane shook her head a little. She broke the coffee table? And Carmen wasn’t mad? Carmen loved that coffee table. “Wait… Did… Carmen…”

“Clean up your puke? You better believe it.” Shay said taking a big forkful of hash browns.

“But… I have a rose… and breakfast… and she left me a nice little note,“ Shane said trying to figure out what alternate universe she had stepped into. How could Carmen not be mad at her. Carmen hated it when Shane would come home drunk. Not to mention she had to clean up after her.

“Oh, that! When Carmen put you to bed and tried to take off your pants you started screaming ‘Leave me alone! I’m married!’”