One Lie at a Time

HANGOVERS ARE THE WORST

I opened my eyes, a throbbing headache immediately engulfing me. I groaned and flopped back down on the bed.

Bed?

I snapped back up, looking around in confusion. I was in a large, queen-sized bed in a totally unfamiliar room. It was the average room, really. Pictures hanging on the dark blue walls and propped up on the desk, a TV, everything you'd first picture to be in a room.

"Oh, good. You're awake."

I looked to my right to see Tyler Brady standing in the doorway with no shirt and a tall glass of water.

"GaH!" My hands flew up to cover my face, "Put a shirt on!"

Tyler chuckled and asked, "Why should I? This is my room, after all."

I glanced up at him and asked hesitantly, "We didn't...?"

He sighed and sat down next to me, handing me the glass of water, "No, Andrews. I did not take advantage of you. In fact, you were very insistent I didn't. Not that I would have either way, for your information."

I gasped in horror and clutched my stomach. I wasn't wearing my dress! "You took my clothes off!" I was wearing a very large hoodie -yet totally comfy that definitely would not make it back to its rightful owner- and my underwear. Tyler just shrugged like it totally didn't matter that he changed my clothes without my consent.

He glanced at the water then back at me expectantly. I took the glass and drank a tiny sip. "But seriously, why did you think you had to take my clothes off? I was perfectly fine in the dress."

He shrugged again, "I didn't think it would be polite to just leave you to sleep in that party dress."

"A woman's body is her sacred treasure that no man should be allowed to see without the woman's permission."

Tyler rolled his eyes and stood up. My eyes flickered down to his abs unwillingly. I couldn't help it, I was a hormonal teenage girl.

"Is this supposed to be a hangover? Because if so, hangovers suck."

Tyler laughed and pulled out a white tank top from a drawer. Unfortunately, he slipped it over his head and put it on. Goodbye, sweet abs. Until another day.

"You're lucky it's Saturday."

I stood up and asked, "Do you think you can drive me home? I have a lot of homework, and I need to see if Espresso Cafe sent me any new messages, and I have to feed my dog, and I-"

"Okay, okay, I'll drive you home," Tyler laughed.

Walking hurt. My head hurt. My feet hurt. My arms hurt. Everything hurt.

"I'll get you your hoodie back on Monday."

"Nah, it's cool. You can keep it. I have several others, anyways."

Oh really? Mind if I snag a few and never return them? Just kiddiiing. Unless...?

I followed Tyler downstairs. His mother was in the kitchen cooking breakfast, and his little sister was on the floor playing with spelling blocks.

"Morning, Mrs. Brady!" I said cheerfully. Mrs. Brady looked up at me with a completely and utterly shocked expression, "Uh, hello?"

Tyler walked into the kitchen and ate a piece of bacon, "Mom, this is Lily. Lily, this is my Mom."

Mrs. Brady's eyes lit up, "Oh, this is the Lily you always talked about? What.. was she doing upstairs, Ty?" You could tell she was a little annoyed with her son because she gritted her teeth together when she smiled.