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Wakey Wakey

Ethan wakes up somewhere he doesn't recognize, but notices someone who does.
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TW: none.                                          [1153 words]

(E) = Ethan's POV
(3rd) = Third POV
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(E)
I felt more comfortable than I last remembered. I was tired and felt my body slowly start to wake up. My stomach and head was still hurting which bothered me. I was lying on something soft.  Like a pillow? And it felt like there was a blanket lying on me. I slowly opened my eyes and looked around the room I awoke in. It was blurry but I knew instantly that I wasn't in my house, nor was I in the house the party was at. I looked down and saw I was lying on a couch with a blanket above me. I felt a chill go down my spine at the fear of being kidnapped but I looked around more and saw someone sitting at the foot of the couch. Mark was sitting there looking at his phone. Did he bring me his house? I moved my leg slightly which made him turn his head towards me. "Good morning" he smiled. I yawned for a moment. "Morning" I said in a zombie like voice. I heard him giggled softly.

I sat up for a moment and looked out his sliding door and saw that it was bright outside. After I stretched and turned towards Mark. "How long was I out?" he looked at his phone than thought for a moment. "Since 2 AM" He laughed, "You really partied hard last night." Jesus, I must've been really drunk last night. No wonder, I couldn't remember much of what happened last night, other than the fact that I kissed the guy who brought me to his house when I passed out, and he's sitting a few feet away from me.

I heard my stomach growl for a second. Apparently Mark heard it too. "Hungry?" He asked, "I can make some breakfast if you want." I looked at him for a moment. "Sure, whatcha got?"
"Um...what do you want?" Mark asked back.
Ethan giggled for a second and asked, "eggs and bacon?" Mark nodded before walking to his kitchen.

I was trying to wake myself up a little more while watching Mark cook. I was still wearing my sweatshirt from last night but it dirty and still smelled like beer. Mark looked over at me and saw me looking at my outfit. "My bedroom has clothes in my closet if you want to change." He called out. I looked at him for moment. "Only of you want too" he  said.

I was surprised that he allowed me to change into his clothes. Did he trust me that much? I've never seen Mark act this way to me before. I guess that kiss meant a lot to him or something. His room was pretty easy to find. It was actually a pretty nice room, better than mine at least. As I looked through his closet, one outfit caught my eye. A red
flannel. One of my favorite outfits I see him wear. I pictured Mark wearing it in front of me. I wanted to try it on just for a moment, so I did. I saw myself in the mirror. I never really thought positively about me much but I felt it looked good on me. In the mirror, I saw Mark pass the bedroom but looked at me for a moment. "I Saw You!" I called out. There was silence. "No You Didn't!" He joked. I chuckled. I decided this outfit to be my choice of clothing for today.

I walked back to the living room to Mark still cooking. He turned around and saw me in his flannel. I noticed him looking up and down my body.  "I'll give it back to you at-" Ethan gets cut off . "No, it's fine, keep it." Mark says, "It looks good on you." I could've sworn I felt my heart skip a beat. I sat back down on the couch.

After a while, Mark walked over to me holding a plate with eggs and bacon. Just looking at it almost made my mouth water. Mark sat it on the table in front of us and sat beside me. I stared at it for a moment before Mark said, "Enjoy."
It tasted better than it looked. I was honestly impressed by Mark's cooking. I noticed he was watching me when I was eating. I think he was looking at the flannel still. After a while, I finish my breakfast and stared at Mark for a second.

I was too drunk to remember much of what happened last night. Since Mark took care of me that night, I was honestly curious. I was sitting on the floor while Mark was sitting on the couch. "What happened last night?" I asked. His eyes widened for a moment. "What happened before or after we kissed?" He asked. "After" I responded. He thought for a moment and tried to remember. His reaction when I asked made me wonder if something did happen when I was drunk. "Well, we hung out for the rest of the night and you kept passing out" he joked "Which was funny."
I stared at him for a second, "Haha Fuck You."
Mark laughed.

"Was that it?" I asked.

Mark's expression changed. "Nothing else big happened." He said in a strange voice. Just from that I could tell he was hiding something. I never hung out with Mark much but I could tell that he was lying about something. Something definitely happened but he wouldn't tell me. Maybe he was embarrassed or something? He made it clear that he didn't wanna talk about it so I tried to block it from my mind.

(3rd)

Ethan picked up his phone and check the time. He figured it was time to head home. "Ima head out, if that's fine with you." He said. Mark nodded. Ethan stood and put his phone in his pocket. "Thanks for the breakfast" he said.

"Anytime." Mark said with a smile on his face.

"Need a ride home?" He asked. Ethan thought for a moment. "Sure." Ethan grinned.  "Alright give me a minute."
Mark put down his phone on the table and walked to his room.

(E)

After a few minutes, Mark came out of his room dressed wearing different clothes and putted on his shoes. We left his house and got into his car. I was still pretty tired as we walked outside; my eyes were blinded by the sun. I couldn't help but stare at Mark. I don't know what it was about him that I loved so much. I guess I just liked the fact that he was nice and careful. He dropped me off at my house. Before he left, I waved at him and he nodded. The car ride was quiet but I kinda liked that.