The Morning After

-ANASTASIA-

“I have to go.” This made me look up with a pout, I didn’t get to thank Michael Jackson. I turned around and pulled the sleeve of his jacket. Making him turn and come back to where I was. Just the way his eyes wandered over my face made me feel the churn in my stomach. That’s weird isn’t it? When we accidently ‘kissed’ I felt butterflies but now an ugly churn filled my poor tummy.

“What?” he asked irritated.

I hugged him tightly causing the audience behind us gasp but I felt the way he tensed and become stiff. He removed me from himself and stared at me not knowing what to do.

“Thank y...” I started but the bile rushed to my throat before I could warn anyone. Yellow vomit spewed out and all that I had eaten and drunk from morning flew in the air and more importantly on someone.

He jumped back surprised. “Bloody hell!” oh no... Puking definitel