I GROANED FROM THE bright light shining in my face and the immense headache throbbing in my head.
I didn't bother opening my eyes only knowing that the light would be even worse, possibly even the headache that seems to be already bad as it is.
I sighed not feeling really comfortable in the position I woke up in.
Deciding on to moving into a mire comfortable position had me stop everything. The headache even seemed to stop for a split second once I felt weight on my body. I don't even want to turn around to see who it is.
I finally opened my eyes wincing from the brightness. Slowly, and as carefully as I could, I turn my head to see who it was.
For some reason I was sleeping on my stomach and my neck wasn't feeling comfortable from facing the other side of the bed. I knew that I was at least in my room.
Once I see the sleeping boy next to me, I knew once again that he brought me home. I really hope he doesn't have to keep doing that.
His hair was messy. It wasn't out of his face like he has it all the time. It was swept on his forehead messily, but it looked good at the same time. His eyes were closed shut gently and his breathing was slow and steady. He looked so peaceful in his sleep.
For some reason, I couldn't stop looking at him, even when I was very much uncomfortable.
Of course, him laying here had me confused as to why he was still here, or why he was here in the first place.
I also took notice that I was wearing pajama shorts and a tank top. What happened last night?
I didn't leave myself to think about that question too hard as I let out another groan from a pounding in my head. I really should go get some medicine. Finally, having enough I carefully pulled myself from Scott as I left my room, closing my door ever so gently.
I walked downstairs, praying that my parents had left for work. I don't know what time it was to know if they had left or not, I didn't bother to either.
I go to the kitchen and open up the medicine cabinet and grabbed the bottle of ibuprofen. Weakly, I tried opening the bottle, but the more pressure I used, the more soreness I felt in my arms.
A few grunts surfaced until I finally opened the bottle. I took two pills from the bottle and put it back in the medicine cabinet. I walked to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. Once I opened the bottle of water I took the ibuprofen and drank some water after that.
I walked back upstairs and to the bathroom. I turned on the bathroom light before closing the door, a habit I've always had. I looked at myself in the mirror seeing that all my makeup was wiped off.
Wow, that's very nice to wake up to.
My eyes were slightly puffy and a little red as if I cried last night. I'm hoping that I wasn't crying at all, but knowing me I probably had. I turn on the water to the shower making sure that the temperature was right before stripping and getting in.
I soaked myself in the warm water for a few minutes before washing my body and hair thoroughly. I turned off the water, staying in the shower, and reached for my towel on the towel rack. I dried one leg at a time stepping out if the shpwer, trying not to get water everywhere.
I turn on the cold water to the shower and put on the shower head and put my head under the shower, rinsing my hair with the freezing water. I don't want it to frizz really bad.
Once I finished that, I brushed my teeth and washed my face doing a routine. I hydrated around my eyes for the eyebags that are forming slowly hoping it would help, which might not.
I put on the clothes that I was changed into last night since they weren't really dirty.
I walked back to my room, forgetting that Scott was here. I walked to my dresser and put my towel in the dirty hamper next to it. I grabbed the deodorant off my dresser and sprayed some on.
I grabbed my phone off my nightstand seeing that it was almost one in the afternoon. Man what the hell?
I opened snap chat and started opening snaps. I clicked on a video snap and regretted it instantly seeing that my volume was all the way up. The video seemed to go on forever of a song and people yelling as I struggled to turn the volume down before waking up Scott.
It was too late.
I looked over to the now conscience Scott Reed. Slowly, Scott raised himself from laying down to sitting up on the headboard of my bed.
I seemed to just stare at him at how quiet he was. He kind of seemed just blank. He was slouched a little and staring off at the other side of my room.
"Afternoon." I spoke quietly. He slowly turned his head to me as he looked at me with a confused look.
"Huh?" His voice was raspy.
"Oh it isn't morning so I said afternoon, like good afternoon. Instead of using good morning cause well like I said it's-"
"I, I get it." Scott chuckled lightly at my small rambling.
"If you want to you can take a shower. I can give you some of Jeffs clothes too so you don't have to wear..." I stopped speaking seeing that he didn't have a shirt on, "um d-dont have to wear whatever you were uh, wearing when we got here."
"I, I don't care if you wear anything of Jeffs it shouldn't really matter. Also, we probably have a spare toothbrush, one that hasn't been used obviously." My eyes widened thinking maybe I should be saying anything, "Not that your breath stinks it's just if you want to."
"Haha, yeah that's fine." He cracked a smile.
"Okay cool. You can go to the bathroom there's towels under the sink and I'll get you some clothes and that toothbrush, but I'll knock so yell if you're in the shower so I can put the stuff in there." I cleared.
He nodded his head.
I got up from sitting on my bed and started to walk to my door. Scott got up from where he was sitting and my cover fell from his body revealing his boxers. I tried not to think much of it as I shook it off as best as I could and walked out.
I certainly didn't want to stare and get caught becoming embarrassed.
I walked into my brothers room taking a deep breath to prepare myself. I tried not to spend too much time in there as possible. I grabbed a pair of grey sweats and a black shirt before speeding my way out of there. I close the door behind me and push my back against it as I let out a shaky breath.
I gathered myself together before walking downstairs to my parents bathroom. I look under their sink seeing a pack of unopened toothbrushes. I thanked god in my head before opening the packet and took one out of it. I threw the now opened packet with two toothbrushes left in it before leaving the bathroom.
I walk back upstairs and to my bathroom. I knocked on the door a couple of times waiting for a response.
"Come in." His voice was slightly muffled by the running water and the door. I open the door and put the clothes and toothbrush on the counter next to the sink before leaving.
I decided on making some breakfast since I was really hungry. I cracked three eggs and started whisking them in a measuring cup. I set that to the side and put a pan on the stove spraying it with cooking oil as I turned the stove on.
Waiting for that to hear up I grabbed the bacon pan and grabbed the bag of bacon to cook. I put strip of bacon on the pan and wrapped it in paper towel. I put it in the microwave for four minutes.
I poured the eggs into the pan hearing the sizzling sound from contact. I poured some salt and pepper into the pan and mixed up the cooking eggs.
I take four pieces of bread from the bag and put them in the four slots and pushed both rods down to cook them.
I watched the eggs until they were done and moved them off the eye to another. By the time that was done the microwave went off and I went to check the bacon. Suprisingly, it was actually cooked all the way in one try.
I grabbed two plates and put the eggs and bacon on them. I jump slightly from the toaster going off and then jump again hearing Scott.
"That smells so good."
"It better, it took like five minutes of my time." I joked.
I go to the toaster and spread butter on all four pieces and setting two on each plate.
Finally, I lay both plates on the table and started to eat.
I don't know what had me feeling to actually make breakfast but I know it isn't going to happen again any time soon.
Mid way through breakfast as we sat there in silence I finally spoke.
"What happened last night?" I was very confused to everything.
I promised myself I wouldn't drink a lot because something strange always happens and I never remember what it was. I was also wanting to know the reason why Scott stayed the night. It was all very strange and it didn't make any sense.
"Well a lot happened, kind of." He spoke quietly.
I felt myself wince knowing that shit might have went down last night and I might end up regretting it. Maybe it wasn't very serious, but maybe it was.
"What was it?"
Yes I ended it here cause I can and I'm just Hella lazy to write more. I'm tired of this changing my shit, I want my phone back jesus.