I'm not entirely sure where he came from, but I woke up with Jeff in my bed. He was looking over me and smiled when he saw me waking up. I couldn't help but smile back at him. Nothing happened last night because I completely respect him, but waking up to such an awesome person staring back at me was an amazing feeling.
"Good morning, sleepy head," he whispered since he knew I was cranky when I first wake up. Honestly until I eat, I'm not worth talking to.
"Have you been here all night," I had to ask. I really didn't remember much after the concert - let alone him coming home with me. I was starting to think this was a dream within a dream.
"Yeeeah. Sorry about your dad's alcohol collection," he responded as he held up an almost empty bottle of vodka. I couldn't help but chuckle at him.
I rewrapped myself in my sheets and couldn't stop smiling. "You know you're gonna have to restock whatever you took, right?"
He nodded and I doubt he took more than the vodka. He was drunk after the show and don't think he'd drink too much. "Hey, what time is it? Are my parents up?"
He moved closer to me and his grin widened. "They're gone. They don't even know I'm here."
Great. Have the house all to ourselves.
"Cool." I really wanted to get up and start the day but laying here seemed like a much better option. Sadly, I decided to get up and man, I regretted that. My head was pounding and my back hurt like crazy.
Jeff looked at me and got up too to see if I was okay. I reassured him even though I didn't feel too hot. That's also when I realized I wasn't wearing pants. Not that it mattered.
"I'm gonna get dressed if you wanna..." My voiced trailed off as I noticed Jeff was already dressed in jeans and a KISS t-shirt. So casual yet it worked for him. "Never mind."
He smirked to himself and gave me a quick hug. "I'll give you some privacy," he exclaimed as he left my room and closed the door behind me. Huh. Such a gentleman. Then it hit me. Jeff MotherFuckin' George spent the night in my bed and we didn't even have sex or anything. He was drunk and I don't remember much, but sex was out of the question. I'd never do that knowing he has a girlfriend. I liked her anyways.
So then why did he stay the night? It's not like I'm close to any sort of venue or well...anything really. How in the hell did he even get here? I wasn't driving and no cars were in front of the house. Weird.
It was too early in the morning to be thinking these things out. I quick got dressed in a pair of shorts and a We Are Harlot t-shirt, just for shits and giggles. Looking over myself in the mirror, I could see I was glowing with happiness, something I don't feel too often these days. It's amazing how much one person can make such a difference.
I opened the door to see Jeff staring down at his phone. Probably on Twitter or telling the guys where he was and when he'd be back. He had a little smile on his face then looked up at me and laughed.
"Oh! Of course you gotta wear some Harlot merch!" He pulled me into another hug and kept smiling.
"Well, yeah," I sassed back at him and we both laughed.
"How much of our stuff do you have anyways?"
I grabbed his hand and pulled him back into my room. "Look for yourself," I told him.
He opened my closet doors and counted some of the shirts I have. He also saw my sweatshirt hanging on the door. I noticed I was still holding his hand and before I could pull away, he moved my arm to see the tattoo. I don't know if it was the vodka or what, but I could have sworn he was blushing. "You spent a lot of money on us, haven't you?"
