electronic [martin garrix] - REWRITING

four.

It was too bright. And too early. I yawned and sat up. I swear to god, if Hugo had left the blinds open again he is going to get it - um okay, this isn't the hotel. My eyes squinted to adjust to the light.

"What the hell?" I said out loud.

I was in a generally white room with an uneven ceiling, it looked clean and comfortable but I didn't understand. Where was I? I threw the white duvet off me, revealing foreign clothes that were clearly for boys. I was in a white jersey, plain, save for the little black checkmark and black boxers. I groaned and lay back down. It was too early, way to early for me to be dealing with this. I racked my brain for anything I could remember from last night. My thoughts got interrupted by a body shifting next to me. I gasped and pulled the covers to the floor, exposing Martin...shirtless.

Martin!

"Get up!" I shoved him. He rolled over and looked at me, eyes widening at first, but he smiled and let out a chuckle. He buried his head back into the pillows. "Why are you laughing?! This isn't even remotely funny!"

"Yeah it is," I head him say. "You haven't been awake five minutes and you're already freaking out. I thought after last night, you'd know how to chill. You literally have no chill."

"I don't - " I stopped. Wait, what did happen last night? "Martin, what did we do last night?" I asked in almost a whisper. I had clothes on when I woke up (not my clothes but you get the point), so I guess that was a good sign.

He sat up and his smirked returned. "Well, we - "

"The truth, Garritsen." I interrupted him before he could say something really inappropriate.

"Stop calling me Garritsen, it's weird." He told me. "I don't even know your last name so it's unfair."

"I'm going to keep calling you Garritsen now for the sole purpose that it annoys you," I smiled. "And you'll never know my last name, Garritsen."

"Remember when you last said never to me?" He asked rhetorically. "Now look where you are now." He smirked yet again.

"Just tell me please," I sighed, rubbing my eyes.

"We got stoned last night." He finally said and pushed his hair back slowly, swiping his tongue over his bottom lip.

Oh, that's right. Wow, I can't believe I actually did it. I wanted to high five myself but I would look as weird as him. I stared at Martin, trying my best look only at his face.

"Garritsen, put a shirt on, it's distracting." I said. I haven't actually been in a bed together with a guy, let alone a hot one that was shirtless. And let me just say that it felt awkward.

He grinned and stretched. "Why? Is it bothering you?" He scooted closer to me, really close.

Without warning, I pushed him off the bed and he fell down with a thud. I laughed and peered down at him. "Oh my god, I'm sorry!"

I continued to laugh. His arm shot out and pulled me down. "Martin!" I shrieked, as I fell on top of him. Our bodies were awkwardly positioned on the floor. Regardless, it was pretty hilarious and even though I was sitting on him, I couldn't stop laughing.

I started poking at his chest and ribs. At first he clamped his mouth shut, trying his best not to laugh. I tickled him harder as he tried pushing me off. A laugh finally escaped his lips. It was a genuine laugh, and it was lovely, I wish he'd do it more instead of the smirk seemingly glued onto his face. I stopped, satisfied that I got a laugh out of him. He pushed me off him and I let out a gasp as he reversed our positions. Now he was the one on top. He straddled me and pinned both of my arms down.