I breathe out heavy and close my eyes as I lean against the car window. I’m putting all of my focus on not. throwing. up.

You and I have been dating for about a year now. We’ve had our ups and downs like every couple, but to be honest it has been kinda though since I’ve been touring a lot. I’m currently in LA and yesterday you decided to surprise me. So to celebrate us being together we went out to a few clubs. One thing led to another and I may have been a bit too drunk. Which is why I’m now currently sitting in the passenger seat next to you, practically dry heaving from the nausea.

Fuck, babe… I’m gonna throw up. Pull over. I mumble as I try to take deep slow breaths.