[Self-Harm Warning]
Luke POV
When I woke up the next morning, it felt like someone had taken a nail gun to my brain. Every time I even breathed too heavily my head bursted with pain. The last thing I remember was the party at Michael's house, and being handed drink after drink. When I fought to lift my head and look around, I noticed something very peculiar.
There was a hairy arm draped over my waist.
My first reaction was to scream, but considering the dryness of my throat that wasn't going to happen. So, as carefully as possible, I turned around to see who it was. I was meet by the face of a sleeping Ashton Irwin.
At that moment, I felt like my insides were being raked at. Half of me wanted to push him away and run out of there and scream, but I couldn't help but stop and stare at the peaceful look on his face. In all the years I've known him this was the first time I saw anything but fear or sadness, and it was the cutest thing in the world.
No! This couldn't be happening! There was absolutely no way I was falling for this boy, and no way I had slept with him last night. I very quickly rolled out of the strange bed we were in and grabbed a shirt laying on the floor. I stumbled out of the room, which was difficult considering the blinding pain in my head and rest of my body.
I searched the destroyed house for any other signs of life, but only found a naked, passed out Michael on the living room couch. I couldn't help but giggle. Poor Mikey, passing out as his own party. Somebody had drawn penises all over his back and face.
I was forced to walk home, but lucky for me I only lived a street down. I probably looked like shit, my jeans were wrinkled and my shirt was stained with beer and god knows what else, and my shoes looked like someone had thrown up on them. I really hoped it wasn't me.
Once I got home, it was around noon. I didn't have the energy to do much, so I just grabbed an aspirin and crawled into my bedroom. I stripped down and crawled into bed naked, falling asleep quickly.
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Ashton P.O.V
It was around noon when I finally woke up, only to be met by the deathly bright rays of the sun. I let out an inhuman sounding groan and buried my face into my pillow again. But at that moment, I noticed something odd.
This wasn't my pillow, and this certainly wasn't my house.
I sat up with a jolt. What the hell did I do last night? I tried to search my brain for an explanation, but all I could remember was trying to drink away my problems and Luke's face. Luke, that son of a bitch. I curiously looked down at myself, and noticed that I was basically completely naked. Embarrassed, I quickly reached for the pile of clothes next to the bed. The jeans and shoes were certainly mine, but the shirt was too big for me. It was a black Nirvana tank.
I felt a smile play across my lips. Whoever's shirt this was must be a very lucky guy. I slipped it on and walked out of the bedroom, a dull throbbing still residing in my skull. The first thing I see is a panicking Michael staring at himself in horror in the hallway mirror.
"Hey buddy." I said, letting out a chuckle once I saw his face. He turned away and ran into the bathroom, locking the door.
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After making myself a sandwich in Michael's kitchen and slipping out the door, I made it home in about twenty minutes. Lucky for me, nobody was home. I dragged my tired body upstairs and into the bathroom. Even though I felt like curling into a tight ball and crying myself to sleep, I had a routine.
