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Party Aftermath

You opened your eyes to find your beach house a wreck. You looked left to right, seeing red solo cups and trash everywhere.

You rolled your eyes and sighed, pushing yourself off your couch and falling to the floor. "Fuck," you winced.

Pulling yourself up off the floor, you grabbed your head, a throbbing headache formed. A hangover like no other.

You groaned and headed to your bathroom, someone passed out in the bathtub. "Lord," you said reaching for the medicine cabinet and pulling out a almost empty bottle of aspirin and taking the two last pills.

You stood in the bathroom for a second, until you heard faint shuffling from the living room. You started walking down the hallway,

"Hey you need to leave soon people live here ya' know-," you were cut off when you saw a man with a trash bag picking up trash and cups.

He looked up at you and smiled.

"I thought you could use some help," he said giggling.

You started laughing in surprise, "I didn't think I would have a helper, I thought I'd have to do this all by myself," you walked over and started picking up more trash.

"Well I don't think I'm as hungover as you are, and it's the least I can do," he snickered.

He made you giggle, what a funny guy. "Touché," you said menacingly.

You continued to pick up trash, until you were too busy bent over and cleaning you didn't realize he was right in front of you and you both collided heads.

His hand quickly shot up to his head, "Oh my god I'm so sorry," you tried to say but he quickly forgave you.

"I'm okay, it's okay," you reached over and felt a bump on his head already. "C'mere I'll get you some ice," you pulled him up by his arm and he was pulled along.

He leaned on the kitchen counter and you rushed to the freezer pulling out some ice and grabbing a medium sized plastic bag, wrapping it inside a paper towel.

He laughed silently when you walked over and placed the bag on his head.

"What's so funny," you asked in confusion.

He looked into your eyes, you two were so close you could practically see the pupils in his eyes dilating.

"You're so pretty," he said, pulling his hand from his pocket and moving some hair off your face.

His touch made your body shiver, his compliment made your cheeks turn red, "Um, thank you, I uh, don't know your name though," the man got a crack out of that.

"And your funny," he said clicking his tongue still keeping eye contact.

You removed the ice and looked at his head, trying to ease the tension.

"Looks like you'll be okay," you said leaning over him your chest in his face, he enjoyed the view of you in your tank top and shorts.

You walked to the living room again, picking up more trash. "Do you wanna go to dinner with me tonight?" he asked scratching the back of his head.

The question came out of no where and it made you freeze, you picked yourself up and smiled.

"I would really like that, even though I still don't know your name."

He laughed and looked at the ground, his cheeks red.

He looked down at his watch, "Well I'm Johnny, Johnny Utah. Can I get your number so I can call you later? I need to get to work soon."

You laughed and walked over to the couch-side table, dragging the drawer open and pulling out a marker.

You walked over to Johnny, he was confused until you took the marker and started writing your number on his hand.

His warm hand and muscular forearm made your hand writing shaky, but he could still read the numbers.

"Thank you gorgeous," he said before he started walking to the front door, your eyes fluttered at the thought of you and him going to dinner. "Wait Johnny," you shouted, him about to shut the door.

"My name is y/n," you said giggling. He winked and nodded at you before shutting the door. You could hear his jumping and whooping on your porch.

You fell backwards on the couch and smiled, now it's time to get some beauty rest before your date with Johnny Utah.