Step-brother?

Surprise

I woke up with a huge headache, unable to move at all. Man, this hangout is killing me. I need more meds. I sound like such a druggie, don't I?

I got out of bed slowly, hoping that I wouldn't fall. Slowly walking downstairs to get some food. Ahhh, food. The only thing that keeps me alive. Well that and music. Without music, well, lets just say it'd be hell on Earth. Music equals life. I so need a life, oh wait I have one. Party life! I think there's anything party tonight, wanna bet that half of the people from yesterday's party wont even come because of the atomic headache they have.

I walked slowly downstairs, lost in my own thoughts, I nearly trip. Why is everything trying to kill me today, first my head, then the stairs? Like, bruh. The kitchen was right next to the banister for the stairs, least I don't have to walk far to the kitchen. But when you have a major headache, it might not be as easy as thought. How do people party on a Sunday and still go to work early as hell on Monday. I know too many people who can do that, while I could bearly walk the day after.

Should I make something or just eat some cereal? Cereal? Breakfast? Cereal? Breakfast? Forget that, I'm going back to bed. I shouldn't have came down here for nothing, so let me just grab some O.J. Not O.J Simpson, but orange juice. My mind is litterally too awkward to handle. Does anyone else feel this way?

I walk up to my room, but unluckily my phone is on full blast and it rings.

"Ahh! Ughh!" I cover my ears fast and answer the phone. "What the actual hell?! Who the fuck is this?"

"Umm hey...I hope I have the right number...?" A deep voice said, he sounds hot.

"Uhh...." Great now I sound like an idiot, "Who's this, if I may ask?"

"Oh um sorry. My name is Casey, if I remember correctly you have me this number last night."

Is he the one who fucked me?

"When did I give you my number if I may ask?"

"Um.." He chuckles, "Right before you threw up on my shoes." OH SHIT

"I'm so so sorry I didn't mean to I swear I was dru-"

"Relax, I think we covered this last night. Remember the deal?" I can tell he was smiling wickedly.

"What deal?" My voice sounded so pathetic, cracking.

He chuckles, "You don't recall the deal?"

Now I'm a bit nervous, he sounds sexy and I hope he looks good too. But what deal? "Could you remind me?"

"I get to take you on a date," oh crap. Did I really make that deal??