The Bright Side

Twenty nine

*Owen's POV*

Shit.

My head is pounding from the moment I wake up.

"Fuck." I groan as I sit upwards, placing my hand on my forehead.

Looking to my right I see Luna snoring and drooling on one of my pillows.  Flora is sleeping on the same one as Luna as well, her tail curled around Luna's forehead.

I pinch my nose as I remember yesterday.

Fuck me.

"Dammit." I rub my temples.

A strong wave of nausea hits me all of sudden.

When I get up to run to the bathroom I realize something is on my waist.

Lifting the covers I see one of Luna's legs spread over my lower body.

If I don't go to the bathroom right now I'm gonna puke here, and I do not want to do that.

As gently as I can, I push over her leg, she doesn't wake up, instead light snores continue leaving her lips.

I quickly run to the bathroom and shut the door before leaning over the toilet and puking up all the contents in my stomach from last night.

I hate throwing up.  It's fucking disgusting and the thought of it makes me want to throw up even more.

After about a minute of hoarse coughing and throwing up nothing but spit, I jump a little when I feel a cool hand rubbing my back.

I keep my arms crossed over the toilet seat and my head practically instead the toilet.

"I'm gonna go get you some water." Luna's voice registers in my ears as she continues rubbing my bare back while kneeled down next to me.

I lift my head to look at her as she stands up and closes the door behind her when leaving the bathroom.

Is she wearing my clothes?

Did we-?

"Fuck." My head hurts so bad.  I force myself to stand up from the ground and close the seat before flushing.

As I brush my teeth and wash out my mouth I try to push the thoughts of puke out of my mind before I end up puking again.

My reflection looks like a mess.

My hair is even messier than normal, falling over my forehead.  Under eye circles making me look even more tired than I normally am.

I think I have them since usually every night when I read I tend to get a little carried away and forget to go sleep before 4am.

It's unhealthy, I know.  I don't really care.

When I finish brushing my teeth I wash my face, splashing cold water on it to try to wake me up as well.

Luna still isn't back from downstairs, I debate for a second on whether to go downstairs to check on her or just go back to my bed and go to sleep again.

Sighing, I open the door and hesitantly head down the stairs, still holding my throbbing head.

When I walk into the kitchen I notice Luna putting butter on a piece of toast with a calming smile on her face as she hums some tune.

I feel my face heat from embarrassment due to the occurrences of last night.

I'm never getting drunk ever again.  At least not around her.

Walking over to her tiredly, I lean against the counter next to her, watching her finish up buttering the toast.

"It's like eight in the morning on Saturday, why are you awake?" She jumps a little from shock when she snaps back into reality and realizes that I'm standing right beside her.