so•ber
/ ˈsōbər /
Not affected by alcohol; not drunk.
Everyone talks about the common effects of drugs and alcohol. The difference from being sober, drunk, or high. Sure, it's hard to stop drinking. Sure, it's hard to quit smoking. It's hard to g...
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"It's okay to feel unsure. It's fine not to know. Keep in mind that uncertainty doesn't last forever. Clarity always shows up for us." -Alex Elle ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Mature content warning.
My eyes fluttered open and I groaned when I was blinded by the evil sun shining through my curtains. Hair fell over my face and I felt a loose shirt over my body with the weight of a familiar arm loosely hanging over my waist. I tried to remember the events that took place last night. Party. Dancing. Dancing with Allison... making out with Allison... making out with Stiles. Stiles left. Lydia was out cold... literally. Derek called the party off. And then I was out cold.
"Jesus." I mumbled, squeezing my eyes shut at the massive headache I was carrying.
"I was hoping you'd wake up soon." I jumped at the sound of Scott's voice.
"Fuck, Scott!" I shouted. "Fucking give a girl a warning."
I threw Stiles' arm off of me. He whined as he turned over but instantly went back to letting out soft snores. I sat up running my hands over my face. "What the hell happened?"
"The dark ninjas as you would say." Scott nodded.
"The what's?" I squinted my eyes and put a hand to my forehead to block the treacherous sunlight.
"Argent has past experience with these things I guess." Scott shrugged. "I talked to him this morning but he didn't know much. Just that we need to talk to someone else who will have more answers."
I glanced down at my sleeping boyfriend next to me with a slight frown. I raised my eyebrows with a slow nod as my eyes still tried to adjust to the bright light. I rubbed my temples with my fingers and Scott chuckled. "God, you're acting like you're hungover or something."
I let out an overly loud laugh. "No, no. Why would you think that? That's ridiculous." My chuckle got quieter and more nervous as I talked. Scott frowned and I cleared my throat. "Uh, where's Derek?"
"Making you lemonade? He said something about you drinking it a lot recently when you don't feel good." Scott's chest shook with laughter. I'm assuming because the thought of Derek in the kitchen making lemonade isn't a normal thought. I smiled at the sweet action. "I didn't even know you liked lemonade."
"Yeah, well, Derek makes some bomb ass lemonade." I exaggerated my grin. It's also a great hangover cure. Or so I've heard. I wouldn't know. "Well, I'm going to go get some lemonade. You should wake your boyfriend up or something, we have school."
Scott rolled his eyes as I pointed to Stiles and mouthed 'he's yours for today'. I pulled the black shirt that was around my body and frowned slightly. I thought it was Stiles' but by the size and smell it was Derek's. Scott chuckled quietly and pointed to the clothing. "Yeah, Derek had to be all alpha male last night. Pulled his shirt off in front of everyone to give it to you when his dresser was literally twenty feet away."
