Walk Of Shame••
She stumbled down the sidewalk, her high heels in her hands and her dress not completely zipped up all the way. Her hair that was perfectly styled last night was now knotty and looked like a birds nest.
People passed by her, giving her a look of disgust but she didn't care because the only thing she had in mind was to go get ibuprofen for her headache. She was trying so hard not to just pass out right there that she didn't notice she walked straight into somebody else.
She landed on the ground with a thud, grabbing onto whosever shirt was in front of her and pulled them down with her.
"Dude." A male voice groaned from atop of her. She quickly squirmed her way from under his body and stood up. Laying on the ground was a guy, and from the looks of it, he was also hungover.
His shirt was inside out and his hair was messy, like hers.
Slowly, his figure sat up and looked up at her, squinting his eyes due to the sunlight.
"I would apologize," the guy started, "but I see that you're also doing the walk of shame so I can't really be sorry."
"Yeah well who are you to judge." She spat back a little bit too quickly. She huffed and crossed her arms, turning her back to the guy who was still on the ground.
"Oh c'mon, give me a break!" The guy groaned and stood up.
"I just got kicked out of someone's apartment and they literally threw me out naked! Like I had to change in the hallway!"
She had to bite her lip to keep herself from laughing at how his morning went, but then again, her morning wasn't the best either.
Earlier that morning, around 8 maybe, she woke up to an empty bed. At first she thought that she was in her own room, until she noticed how this room wasn't as quiet messy as hers.
That's when she noticed her clothes from the night before was scattered all over the place.
She quickly threw on her clothes and made her way downstairs, to find a shirtless handsome guy sitting on the couch, a carton or orange juice in his hand.
"Good Morning babe." He greeted in an accent. She couldn't quite pinpoint what kind of accent it was, since she was so mesmerized by his chocolate eyes and strong jawline. Also, since she was so mesmerized by his beauty, she didn't notice something soft brush up against her bare ankles.
When she finally did feel something rubbing up against her ankles, it was too late. Her eyes were watering and she was sneezing nonstop.
"What's wrong?" The guy with chocolate eyes asked.
"Dog." She said in between sneezes and ran out, leaving a handsome guy behind confused.
"Well your's probably wasn't any better." The guy muttered, pulling her out of the memory. He hastily zipped her dress all the way up and smoothed it out for her.
"You owe me now." He simply stated
"What, why?"
"Well I zipped up your dress," he pointed out.
"Yeah but I didn't ask you too," she retaliated.
"Oh c'mon, the nicest thing you could do is buy me a 5 dollar coffee from Starbucks," he said
"I'm not doing that." She responded, shaking her head.
"Hello not doing that, I'm Ricky." He responded with a grin and grabbed her by the hand, dragging her all the way to Starbucks.
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A/N: hello people, I know this is short and trash but I had a writers block and this is the best I could come up with...that and a story about olives. anyways I have one more kian imagine left and then I may or may not write an imagine where all the guys are together. thanks for reading! pls vote and comment and share and ily!
