Aron's POV
"Aron....Aron wake up...." a voice murmured to me, causing me to slightly open my eyes.
I squinted at the light shining through a window.
I let my eyes adjust and sat up slightly.
Once I could see without squinting I looked around, finding myself in an unfamiliar room.
I felt someone trailing their hands up and down my back, making me shiver.
I looked over to see someone I never thought I'd see again.
Jeff Phillips.
Why the hell am I in his bed?
Oh shit....I must've gotten wasted last night after I got into thay fight with Jorel and stormed out of his apartment.
"what....what happened last night?... " I asked, my headache starting to get to me.
" well, I found you at the bar. You were drunk off your ass and it was pretty funny. Bartender told me he'd pay me $5 just to get you outta there since he saw that I knew you " Jeff said, chuckling.
"okay....but why am I in your bed instead of on the couch or something?" I questioned, raising a brow.
" I'm sure you can guess as to why on your own " he chuckled, getting out if his bed and slipping on some sweatpants.
My eyes went wide when I realized it.
"did we?...." I trailed off, chewing my lip.
" yup " he replied.
"...shit..... " I murmured.
" what?" he asked, plopping down next to me.
"....Jorel is gonna kill me.... " I muttered.
" why are you worried about him? From what you told me last night it seems like he's being an ass to you " Jeff said.
"I....I know....but.....he'll be so upset with me and the others will be disappointed with me and I just can't handle that.....not right now anyways.... " I mumbled.
" I noticed......You been okay lately?... " he asked.
"..No.....not really.... " I replied.
"...I'm sorry Ar....I know you've always struggled with a lot of shit....this time it seems worse though. I don't think I've ever seen you with so many scars before " he spoke.
He was the only one who really ever saw my scars back before he was kicked from HU because well....we used to be fuck buddies I guess you could call us.
I was desperate and in need to feel loved so at the time of didn't really faze me.
I guess it wasn't really the best decision but I can't really do anything about it because it's in the past.
"yeah.....I guess I've gotten a lot worse than I was a few years back.... " I murmured, biting my lip.
" ya know, if you don't want to face the guys and Jorel you can just stay here for awhile " Jeff offered.
"really?"
" yeah, I don't see a problem with it. "
" thanks I guess then "
" no problem "
He gave me a small smile.
I gave a slight smile in return but it quickly faded.
I heard my phone go off on the side table.
I picked it up, seeing multiple messages from Jorel and the others.
I gave a loud sigh.
" don't worry about them right now, c'mon how bout I go make some breakfast?" jeff said, taking my phone from me and putting it back on the side table.
" sure I guess " I murmured, getting out of his bed and slipping my boxers back on.
We both walked out to his kitchen.
I helped him a bit as he cooked like I used to after waking up at his place.
It was kind of nice reliving these memories.