In the beginning, God created the Heavens and the earth. Or at least that's what they say. He saw that his creation was good, and perfect. And then, God made man, and it's all been downhill from there.
I woke up with a blinding headache, surrounded by four unfamiliar walls. I push my hair out of my face and turn over in the bed, only to see bright pink hair. I look underneath the covers, and sure enough, I'm not wearing any clothes. How did we end up here? I thought to myself. I vaguely remember last night. I was not completely drunk, I remember seeing her walk into the bar, and then kissing her in the alley, and I remember us going to her room. I figured I should leave, before she wakes up. I didn't plan on a one night stand, in fact I have always despised guys who involved themselves in one night stands. But, here I am, naked in a stranger's apartment.
I quickly find my clothes that were scattered around her room, and put them on, grabbing my phone from the nightstand. I decided to leave her my number, in case she wanted to call. I didn't get my hopes up, but I chose to be optimistic. I was still shirtless when I walked out of her room and down the hall. I found my Cobain shirt on the carpet in front of the locked door. I put it over my head, and dialed Luke's number.
"What the hell do you want, Hood?" He said.
"I need you to come get me."
"Do you have any idea what time it is?" He sounds deathly tired, and I pull the phone from my face to look at the clock. 7:39 A.M.
"Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. I'll go to the bar. Just come get me as soon as you can." I end the call and begin the walk to the bar. I passed the alley on the way, where the girl whose name I don't know and I shared our first kiss. It took about seven minutes to walk to the bar. "A little early to be drinking, isn't it?" Marshall asks when I walk in.
"Oh, no.. I wasn't.. I'm not here for a drink. I'm waiting on a friend to pick me up. I'm surprised you're even open." I take a seat on a stool in front of him, the same seat I had the night before.
"Hey, aren't you the one who went home with Amelia last night?" He asks. "Who?" "Pink hair, provocative clothes," "Oh, her. Yeah, that's me. Why?" I question.
He laughs. "Don't expect her to call you,"
—Amelia
I woke up without the slightest memory of the previous night. Probably screwed some guy again, I thought. I roll over, pushing my mess of a hair out of my face. There was a piece of paper laying on the nightstand that had a number and "-Calum" underneath. I'm going to assume Calum was Cobain from the bar. I didn't really care, though, so I crumpled up the paper and threw it into the trash can.
There was a knock on the door (which was unlocked for some reason) and I opened it to find Mary Beth. "You have a key, and the door was unlocked," I roll my eyes and walk away into the kitchen, starting the coffee pot. "I couldn't find my key and I didn't know it was unlocked."
"Yeah, whatever. Do you know a Calum?" My mind was curious about the guy, I didn't want to care. He was just another one night stand, but for some reason I was intrigued by the mystery of him, and why I had never seen him before.
"Hood?"
"Uh, I don't know. Asian looking, tall, wears a destroyed Kurt Cobain shirt,"
"Yeah that's Hood. Why?"
"Is he a loser?" I ask, praying that I did not just sleep with a loser.
"Yeah, the biggest. I heard he's never kissed anyone." I slam my head dramatically on the table.
"He has now, I slept with him last night." I mentally kick myself over and over. The guy was nice or whatever, and undeniably attractive, but there is no way I was his first kiss. That's pathetic.
"You did not!" Mary Beth is laughing so hard at me that her stomach hurts. "He's friends with Irwin." "Ashton?" "Yeah. Mark's friend. He says he's great but he's just kind of not charming or smooth at all, how the hell did he get you to climb in bed with him?"
"I don't know. We met at the bar. He bought me a drink, then I got drunk and we kissed in the alley and then came back here and..." I trail off, sobering up some and remembering the night before. "He left me his number,"
Mary Beth laughed again, and took a sip of her coffee. "You're not going to call him, are you?" I pour my coffee into my cup. "No, absolutely not."
Except, I absolutely was.
