"I wish. I wish. I wish. I wish. I wish. I wish!"

I was drunk screaming at that poor star. But what can you expect, I drank five cups of a drink everyone calls "social suicide". I had been drunk ranting earlier about how I couldn't seem to get a good boyfriend and then keep him. So my equally drunk friend told me to wish on a star for a boyfriend. So that's were I am now. Trying not to slur my wish to much so the star can understand it. "A w-wish for a hot and loving............... " *drunk giggle* "girlfriend." After that one of my sober friends put me in a cab and sent me home.

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I woke up sometime in the afternoon the next day in my bed with a massive hangover. I grumbled at my hangover and rolled over trying to get away from the light streaming in through my window. I tried to pull my blanket over my head but someone beat me too it. I just laid there enjoying the sun not blinding me until I realized that someone was in bed with me. 

I shoved the covers off of me while I screamed (multitasking at its finest) and pushed myself out of bed. I would have hit my hardwood floor if the person hadn't caught me and pulled me up and into their lap. Mystery person wrapped their arms around me to ensure that I didn't fall off and hurt myself. After about fifteen minutes of pissed off cursing and struggling I finally went limp. I sighed, "Can you at least make me breakfast before you kill me?" I heard a female soft angelic chuckle turn into a fit of laughter, "Oh. Love. Of course ill make you breakfast. And no. I'm not going to kill you." 

My headache flared up so I put my face in her neck to try to make the pain in my head go away. She sighed, "Oh, Love. Hang on. I got you." She got up and gently carried me bridal style to the kitchen. She didn't turn on any lights as she went so it wouldn't irritate my headache. She laid me on the couch with a pillow and blanket so I could take a nap while she made breakfast. I know what you're thinking why am I not worried or alarmed at all?! 

Well she's making food. Ill panic after I eat. After a small nap she gently shook me awake and handed me a bowl of cheesy tomato pasta stew with ground beef in it. She also gave me a bottle of water and some pain meds. I downed the pills and water. I took a bite of the food. Oh. My. God. This is the best damned thing I've ever tasted. I should ask this girl to marry me so I can eat her cooking for the rest of my life. She smiled warmly at my reaction to her food.

After I ate the entire bowl I got down to business. "Thanks for taking care of me. But why are you in my house? What's your name?" She took the empty bowl from me and put it in the sink. She sat down next to me and pulled me into her lap. She's warm. That's nice. I never produce enough body heat. She started talking, "My name is Star. And your name is Whiskey," She must have gone through my wallet. Jokes on her. I keep all my cash in my shoe, "Do you remember when you wished on a star? Probably not. Anyway, you wished for a girlfriend and your wish was granted." 

I thought about it for a minute, "Are you sure I didn't say boyfriend?" She scoffed, "Yes, i'm sure. You said girlfriend." I thought about it some more, "If I agree will you cook more good food?" She laughed, "Yes Love, ill cook you whatever you want." It would be rude to throw a gift from the stars away. And food. The food is great. "Ill go get dressed and we can go on a date."