SEVEN : Vivan

"What the hell, Vee?" Alice shrieks as she closes the laptop in front of me. "Watching your wedding videos is not healthy and you know that. Besides, why the hell do you still have those videos?"

Alice's voice is loud, reprimanding me like a child. I say nothing. I feel weak. Tired. Fed up. I know Alice loves me, and I know I vowed two nights ago not to think about Tristan again.

But matters of the heart is a damn bitch.

I couldn't sleep for the past two night. I kept on having nightmares of Tristan and Trisha taunting me for being so stupid and blind that I had to wake up many times just to relieve my head.

And now, I am bundled here on this couch. Slipping into the depression of love sickness.

"Vee?" Her soft voice calls.

"Alice," My mouth finally opens. "I. . . .I don't know, maybe watching it reminds me of how much of a failure I am when it comes to love." I say.

"Vee, listen to me, Tristan is a moron for leaving you for his crazy ex and honestly, you need to get your ass off that couch and get a fucking life for yourself."

"Alice, can't I just mourn the loss of the love of my life in peace?" I groan, grabbing the glass of tequila in front of me and taking a gulp before Alice snatches it away from me.

"That's enough alcohol, young lady." She says while placing the glass on the center table.

She folds her arms under her chest and narrows her eyes at me. "Girl, you said that you are going to stay here to figure out what to do with your life, but all you have been doing for the past two days after you mailed those papers to Tristan, is to get drunk and wasted on that couch and honestly, that pink pj on your body and bunny slippers you are wearing right now is really making me sick."

I let out a sign as I stare at Alice. She is right. I have to drop this self-pity attitude and get the life I have always wanted for myself.

I feel sick all of a sudden. The effects of the alcohol hits me with full force as soon as I stand on my feet. Damn, I am never going to drink on an empty stomach ever again.

I rush towards the bathroom and fall on my knees, throwing up almost immediately into the toilet. My entire body shakes as I empty the contents of my stomach into the toilet.

I reach for the toothbrush Alice bought yesterday when I told her I was coming and press a little amount of toothpaste on its bristles.

After brushing my teeth, I slip out of my pj and settle down in the bathtub, allowing the cold water to carcasses my body. The water sends a a nice and nerve relaxing sensation throughout my body, giving me a refreshing feeling.

I climb out of the bathtub after feeling thoroughly clean. I grab two towels and wrap my hair in one. Using the other, I dry off the water droplets on my body before stepping back into my room.

In my room, I apply some lotion onto my skin. I put on a black jeans trousers and a red tuck top. Next, I comb my hair and packed it in a messy bun.

After which, I applied lip gloss to my lips and some deodorant body spray.

The sweet aroma of freshly made omelette hits my nostrils as I walk towards the kitchen area. There I find Alice dancing to' I'm not a woman, I'm a god by Halsey as she moves around the kitchen setting the table for breakfast.

"God, Allie, you are such a mom." She smiles at my remark as she hands me a glass of orange juice and two tablets of Advil. "For hangovers". She

says.

With a sore face, I take the tablets and shallow as Alice makes a funny face at my facial expression. Damm, I hate drugs.

I take the glass of orange juice and gulp down its contents. The juice smoothes my taste buds as it travels down my throat.

"Feeling better?" Alice asks while handing me a plate of omelette as she sets hers down in front of her on the dining table.

"Better than I deserve." I say. I stand and walk over to the refrigerator and bring out a pack of apple juice, my favorite, and set it down on the dining table. I return to my seat. After saying a short prayer, we start eating.

"Vee, I forgot to tell you something last night".

"What?" I ask her with a mouthful of omelette. The omelette tastes heavenly. The cheese, meat and veggies are all in it's right proportion.

"You have an interview at Lance tomorrow". She drops the bombshell.

The spoonful of omelette suspends in the air.

"What?!". I place the spoon in hand in my plate as I stare at Alice. "How were you able to pull it off ?" I ask.

"I have this friend that works at Lance and after your 'getting my life together ' attitude two nights ago. I decided to give him a call and he said they have an opening, and I know how you have always wanted to work at Lance before you allowed your dad asked you to work at his branch in California. And with everything with Tristan, there is no way you are going back to your dad's company. So I submitted your resume, and there, there is an interview".

I stare at the fairskinned girl with blonde hair and honey eyes sitting right in front of me. I try to say something but no words come forth. I open and close my mouth a couple of times, wondering what I had done in my past life that makes it that I deserve such a friend.

"Thank you". I manage to say, my voice creaking like a broken record.

"You will do the same for me if I were in your shoes. And you seemed to have forgotten our 'no thank you' rule".

"I know your birthday this year sucked, so consider it your birthday gift."

A tear fell down from my eyes, staining myself in the process. I watch as Alice gets up from her sit and moves over to my side.

I smile at her and grab her hand, giving it a squeeze. She smiles back at me and we both resume eating our now cold omelette and apple juice.