Notes

CW for Vomiting, Panic Attacks.
















As Yuno drifted back into consciousness, the first thing they recalled was their want of water.

Gripping onto the covers of the comforter and bringing it closer to their bare skin, they could feel the dryness that had settled into the back of their throat- a familiar sensation to them. They slightly shifted in place and slightly opened their eyes in a half hearted attempt to get the stickiness out of them, and was only greeted by light.

They could see it, even in their obscured vision- the morning sunlight that peaked out from behind a curtain that was colored a cheerful pastel yellow. Immediately, Yuno decided they hated that color- especially as a migraine quickly overcame their senses.

It was easy to ignore the discarded clothes on the floor and to half halfheartedly pull up their own white undershirt as they quickly stumbled out of bed, the taste of acidic bile overcoming their dry throat as they quickly tried to grab the nearby waste basket. They only barely held it up to their face before beginning to throw up, the sound of them gagging and retching overcoming their senses as they hugged it as if their life depended on it... And it did, considering they were pretty sure that wasn't their carpetting.

"Jeez, aren't you a mess?"

They didn't hear the voice at first as they sat trembling on the floor, still gagging. They nearly dropped the basket in surprise, some of it spilling over the edge as they half haphazardly put the basket back down. They wiped their mouth off with a bare arm and sniffled slightly, slightly squinting their bloodshot eyes at the nearby woman.

Similar to them, as Yuno was sure they looked like shit, she didn't look too good. Her pale pink hair, which looked to have held gel, laid deflated around her flushed face and her own eyes were bloodshot, a dark lipstick stain still remaining on the corners of her mouth and dark marks covering her own bare neck. The nearby door was open to reveal a nearby bathroom- which was where she had to have been since she definitely was not there when they woke up, unless they were imagining things right now.

Something familiar struck them as they looked over at her- but instead of trying to think of who she was, they instead slowly unsteadily stood up and squinted at her. "Who the fuck are you?"

The girl tilted her head in response, her lips slightly twitching. "Nicki. Just call me Nicki... Do you remember anything that happened last night?" She tilted her head further to the side to watch as they walked over to the nearby bathroom, scratching their own bare thigh slightly as they turned the sink on and began to drink right from the faucet.

"... So that's a no, then?" The girl- Nicki, Bitchy, whatever- finally decided on a frown as she stared over at them, watching as they finally stopped drinking. They spat some of the water back on the sink, their grip slightly tightening on the sink as they swallowed back more bile.

"N..Nope." They covered their mouth, slightly scowling as they glanced away. "Did... Something happen?"

"Mmm, you can say that." The other looked down at her nails, using her other hand to rub at her neck. "We had more then a fun time last night considering you practically began to come onto me like a wild animal at the party last night."

Yuno slightly frowned as they directed their gaze at the nearby mirror. Well, they definitely could remember the party- the invitation came from one of their bandmates and all of them had gone together. There was drinking, they were sure, the pounding of music- and someone even was interested in them and they retaliated by, well...

"-I'm not saying it was bad though. Hell, it was fun- Isaac nearly shit himself when he saw us going off together, the stupid jerk." They would've considered her laughter nice if every little noise didn't annoy them at the moment, as she took out her own phone. "He's an okay guy and all but I think it should prove I don't like him that way if I was more into someone I barely know over him."

Isaac.

Yuno felt their hands slightly trembled as they recalled the name- Isaac, Isaac. One of their bandmates, the guitarist- nice guy and probably the most well liked of the bands. They thought he was pretty cute but tried their best to keep it to himself, since they weren't trash, scum- they knew he had a girlfriend he kept talking about and they weren't that bad of a person. He tolerated them, at least, which was fine- it was okay.

Isaac, who supposedly told the best jokes of the group. The nice guy, the cute guy even if he looked like a stereotypical coffeeshop dude- the one who had a girlfriend... Nichole? Nicky?

They quickly diverted their eyes down at the sink. Aw, shit.

"... Are you okay?" Her voice grew slightly distant as they crouched down onto the cold floor, not seeing to care as their bare thighs settled against the surface below. They slightly opened their mouth, taking a few moments to find words. "N-No, go away- why did you make me do this. What the hell..."

They gulped back any more biting words as they gripped at their head, a slight groan coming from them as tears pricked at their eyes- they'd hate them. All of them would hate them. They'd never talk to them again, let them tag along for band practice- god, what the hell. They clutched one hand at their chest as a harsh feeling overcame them as a familiar ball formed back in their chest, their trembling hands barely covering their face.