Shy

Clara

In the morning, I have the most terrible headache I have ever encountered, and my stomach is so sensitive that I can barely move without thinking I'm going to throw up. I groan, rolling over and burying my head in the pillow.

Next to me someone groans in response and I bolt up, my heart beating frantically. I heave a sigh of relief as I recognise Saskia's scruffy black hair. Memories flick through my mind as I relax back into the pillows, internally cringing as I remember my encounter with...Jared? And my rescuer Danny.

I try and remember him as much as possible, frowning when I realise that all I remember is a charming boy with a heart-breaking smile. I had been all-encompassed by Danny for the entire evening it seems, and I sigh as I realise that not once had I even spotted Kit.

I poke Saskia, grinning as I watch her slowly come back to life.

"Mmm what?" She grumbles and I laugh gently.

"I need to get home and shower, and maybe die." I groan, watching as Saskia nods and rolls over again. I get up slowly and tentatively, gathering my things, not even bothering to change from the crumpled outfit that I had slept in.

I grab my coat and slowly move downstairs, my eyes slowly surveying the mess, or lack-there-of. I spot a messy head of hair on the sofa and recognise him immediately. It's Kit. He's lying on the sofa which is comically too small for him in just his pyjama pants. A blanket is haphazardly draped over him and I hesitate.

He clearly stayed up and cleaned the place up a bit and I smile at his peaceful face, never before having had the opportunity to see him this close up. He looks tired and scruffy, endearing and peaceful. I take a step back and pause, before slowly moving the blanket to cover him.

I smile and creep out of the front door, sluggishly making my way home.

I grimace at the drunken memories which are resurfacing. I'm torn between wanting to meet my Danny Zuko again, and never wanting to set eyes on him out of sheer humiliation.

I can't believe how embarrassing I was, and yet he was the perfect gentleman to me. Not once did he do anything to take advantage or step over my boundaries. I smile to myself and reason that I might as well try and find out who he is, even if it's just to thank him.

I stumble through my front door and throw myself onto my bed, wriggling out of my costume and into my pyjamas, not yet ready to start the day.

My phone buzzes and I raise an eyebrow.

I saw you and Danny Zuko getting pretty cozy last night ;)

I roll my eyes at Saskia's text and prop myself up on my elbow to reply.

Don't remind me! I can't believe how embarrassing I was, do you have any idea who he is?

I reply, waiting impatiently for her response.

I think his name is Chris, did you like him?

She texts back and I pause. Thinking of Chris has my baby crush for Kia's brother raising it's ugly head and I feel slightly ashamed, my emotions completely jumbled up for two boys I barely know. I mull it over in my head. Did I like Chris? He was sweet and utterly lovely to me but I barely know him. He was mysterious and charming and so intriguing, just like Kit I remind myself grimly.

I throw caution to the wind, knowing I'll probably never meet him again.

He was so nice to me and unbelievably gorgeous.

I sink back against my pillows and sigh. Being nice doesn't mean a thing anymore and my mind wanders back to Kit, preferring to focus on reality rather than fantasy. I'm upset I never got to find him, I never even managed a happy birthday.

I close my eyes and try to rid my mind of the two boys who are plaguing my thoughts.