Comet || An II Lightbulb AU.

Renovations

(AN: I forgot to mention that most of the characters are 18-32, with Lightbulb being 22. The Cherries are the only exception. they're 12.)

She woke up. Well, technically it wasn't exactly waking up because she was still unconscious, which she figured out after waking up for a while. She didn't remember falling asleep. Her head hurt. Her arm ached. Her chest felt tight. She groaned softly. There was some oil on her face. It burned a little bit. She brushed it off with her fingers, blinking blearily.

She yawned widely, rubbing her eyes. She looked at the microwave, noting that it was nearly eleven am. She remembered the previous evening. Her head throbbed painfully as she thought about it. She had drunk quite a bit of alcohol.

"Ugh. My head hurts..." she groaned out loud, pressing the heel of her palms firmly into her eye sockets. Then she paused. "My stomach hurts..." she whimpered. She felt gross and looked worse.

She went to the sink to splash some cool water into her face, washing away the grease from the oil that clung to her skin. She quickly noticed the writing on her face. Obviously written by some of her friends. She could recognize salt's handwriting anywhere.

She wiped her face with the towel, staring at herself in the mirror. She couldn't help but laugh. Most of it was just humorous, and thankfully, after splashing her face with more water, it was temporary After she finished rinsing the excess water from her face, she dried it. She examined her reflection. She didn't look so bad. Unlike the usual afro puffs they were in, her hair was completely loose. But she looked kind of normal in general, besides some smudged makeup. No one would guess she'd gotten wasted and passed out drunk, but everyone probably saw it. "I hope I was at least fun". She laughed at the thought. It seemed ironic in a weird way.

Her stomach still hurt. It was probably some leftover alcohol. Or perhaps a hangover. She shook her head, pushing those thoughts to the back of her mind. She decided that she could go downstairs for some breakfast. The thought brought a smile to her face.

She grabbed her keys from the table and walked out of her room, getting a sense of deja vu. She made her way through the hallway, closing her bedroom door behind her once she reached it. As she descended the stairs she kept an eye out, checking the hallway to see if anyone was around. She didn't bother to check any rooms since she knew everyone would prefer if she minded her own business.

When she arrived in front of the kitchen she stopped, surprised to find everyone already awake. They were seated at the table eating something. "Good morning." She said cheerfully as she put on a bright smile. They similarly responded to her. She smiled at each of them before making her way to the coffee machine. She placed two cups of hot water in and turned on the machine. The smell of coffee filled the kitchen almost instantly.

It smelled amazing. It always did. She took a seat on a stool next to the island, pouring herself a cup of coffee. She stirred a few spoonfuls of sugar into her coffee, letting it steep for a minute.

"You are a LOUD snorer." A voice suddenly came from behind her. She jumped in surprise, whipping her head around. She found herself facing none other than Knife himself. He had his hands folded on the marble surface. He had a slight smile on his face, which gave him a look of smugness that usually plastered his face. His eyes roamed up and down her body in search of signs of intoxication. She had no idea where that came from. It was as if he expected her to get drunk last night. Like the thought hadn't crossed his mind even for a moment. She blinked at him, her brow furrowed slightly as she tried to process what he had just said. Was it that obvious that she had drunk?

"We had to carry you from the floor to the couch. You kept muttering stuff about dying." He explained. She tilted her head slightly. She didn't remember saying anything like that. "But you fell asleep right here too." He said, pointing to the ground. She glanced around, noticing that indeed she had fallen asleep on the sofa after having drunk enough to pass out. She frowned.