Into deception

Once upon a time

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When my eyes open, and I don't put this lightly, it feels like someone in heels has heated the heel part and has very slowly stepped on a block of butter cutting right through it with ease. The blocks of butter are my poor eyes in this scenario.

But I open them anyways to see where I am, panic slides down my throat and into my stomach which was the worst thing it could've done. The butterflies erupt into a hectic buzz, stirring around a very large amount of mixed alcohol and it's all rising out of me very fast. I look around me spotting a door I can only hope is a bathroom and dash for it. The second I see a toilet I thank whoever above for creating this thing. I think I stay there for a good 20 minutes just completely emptying my stomach to where I can't physically throw up anymore.

As I stand up, I flush the toilet and lean into a sink, I look into the wide mirror to see an actual werewolf stare back. No— actually big foot, wait no, a mixture of both actually yes. I couldn't even begin to explain where and how my hair is at this very moment and don't even get me started on my clothes. This better be my vomit is all I'm saying.

I need a shower and I need it fast so I shut the door and it's not till I go to do that, that I see Max spread across the whole bed looking like he's dead. I both want to smile and punch him at the same time but choosing which one I want more is impossible, I'm pretty sure all my brain cells have completely vanished in this moment. I shut the door before I faint and undress from the vomit covered fabric, this on the other hand is magical, the water hits against my skin relaxing my muscles bit by bit. My stiffened bones seem to relax themselves too and it no longer feels like they're breaking each time I move. Once I'm done and wrapped up, I open a cupboard for toothpaste or a toothbrush and luckily, very luckily I find both.

Being tall has many perks but right now I love being tall the most. I have no clothes that I can wear so I was left to go through whatever was in this god forsaken closet, Max was still dead asleep even after I took a shower and managed to get dressed after stealing what I hope was his clothes. The grey sweatpants are still way to long for me but they're comfy and that's all that matters, the black t-shirt was the only thing that actual fit on me besides the socks too actually. I'm warm and I'm hungry. But most of all im confused.

Where the fuck am I?

When waking Max up had the same effect as turning on a battery powered flashlight with a Lego piece I gave up trying 5 mins in. So, here I am turning this round doorknob, twisting it till the door creeks open and I step out turning back around to shut it quietly. When I turn to head downstairs my stomach feels like it needs emptying out again. Scratch that it feels like I don't have a stomach at all anymore as I stare into the eyes of a man who is as equally as caught off guards as I seem to be. Although his usual nonchalant deminer rushes back in and he's now staring at me with no emotion.

Bane.

Shirtless.

Sweatpants.

Socks.

Staring.

Need I say more or can I please throw myself down these stairs already?

His eyes shift to the room I just came out of, and something in his face changes.

If looks could kill, that door would've melted beneath the weight of them. His jaw tightens. His breathing changes. And for a second, I forget that his shirt is missing entirely because all I can see is the anger sitting behind his eyes. Jealousy. Something darker beneath it. Something that looks dangerously close to hurt.

The urge to tell him it's Max in there is immediate. To explain why I'm wearing his clothes, why I was in his room, why none of this is what it looks like.